Chapter 9 Nine

A bear’s paw, B’s arsenic Zhou Zhiwen took the music and played it in the kitchen. Even he himself felt strange: Why is he not thirsty?In the past, as soon as he stepped into the house, he was so tired that he couldn't lift his eyelids, and fell asleep on a chair, sofa, or the floor. Today, he is full of energy. Gentle violin music played. Fuzai and his maid are chopping up meat to make lion heads. The maid was surprised: "It really looks like a girl whimpering and crying." Fu Zai said: "It's a very interesting movement, the violin is really like a human voice."

Zhou Ziwen said: "Our erhu is also similar." Fu Zai said softly: "However, the erhu music is often full of family enmity and national hatred. The sound of the violin is just like a girl who feels that her boyfriend has treated her badly and sobs." Zhou Ziwen was overwhelmed with admiration. He was embarrassed to leave the kitchen, so he asked, "Why don't you use a blender?" The maid replied: "Mash the meat with a machine, and the taste of the meat will be different." "what." He didn't leave any reason anymore, so he had to go back to his study.

In the kitchen, the maid said: "There are two children missing in this room, Miss Wang said yes?" It is inconvenient for Fu Zai to express his opinion, so he just said: "The vegetable market must be very crowded these days." The maid turned her head, "Hey, they're back." The driver happily entered the kitchen with two large baskets of vegetables and fruits. temporary housekeeper The deserted room suddenly became lively. The driver said: "I still have to run the store (I don't know what it means to run the store) to pick up the wine, and Mr. Zhou asked me to buy flowers."

The maid yelled, "That set of wine glasses needs to be cleaned." Another said, "Go ahead." The individual bowed his head to work again. At dusk, Fu Zai made a mixed fried rice for everyone to eat. Unexpectedly, Zhou Ziwen didn't go out, and he also came to join in the meal, and all the servants stood up. He quickly said, "Sit, sit." The maid immediately served him a bowl of meat and vegetable soup. Zhou Ziwen drank up his drink, and quickly ate up the fried rice. He smiled: "Everyone take it easy." The maid looked at his back and sighed, "Mr. Zhou is a good man."

It seems that the next sentence is: Mrs. Zhou is far behind. The driver glared at her, and she immediately fell silent. Fu Zai said with a smile: "Everyone, let's rest, work will start at 8:30 tomorrow." She is like a temporary housekeeper. The driver asked, "Miss Wang, what flowers should I buy?" Fu Zai thought about it: "Orchids, both beautiful and fragrance-free." The maid was curious: "Why no fragrance?" "Then it won't be confused with the smell of wine and meat." "Yes Yes Yes" That night, Fu Zai regretted it.

Why volunteer so much, and why express so much opinion? I haven't talked as much in the past month as I do today. She sighed deeply. Late at night, she had a dream. I knew in my heart that it would be like this. I knew this was going to be a nightmare. In the dream, she was still very young, sitting in an empty room, vaguely like her first home after marriage. Someone opened the door and came in. It was Shao Nan, covered in blood, half of the top of his head was rotten, like a crushed tomato, but Fu Zai was not afraid, she looked at him coldly. In his dream, Shao Nan didn't feel embarrassed, he just kept cursing the environment and society: "Those outdated old guys say clichés every day and should have been eliminated long ago. In the city, everyone mourns."

She has listened to Shao Nan's clichés for several years, and her ears are callused. She wants to say: "You have been dead for a long time, please rest." But Shao Nan left before she could open her mouth. It must be to go to the bar for entertainment, maybe drunk and take a female companion home to be tender, forgetting the cruel reality. Fu Zai only felt that his mind and body were extremely empty. She woke up with a start. It was Yuemei's scream. Only then did Fuzai remember that she was a guest at Zhou's house alone. "I don't care where you go."

Zhou Ziwen's voice was relatively low and he couldn't hear clearly. "What, break up?" nominal couple Fuzai sat on the bed with his knees hugged, and decided to pretend he couldn't hear. "You want to dismiss me? It's not that easy." Fu Zai was taken aback and couldn't help sighing. Yuemei has lived in a luxury house for a long time, and she is out of touch with the outside world. The dismal experience of her old friend Wang Fuzai did not bring her vigilance, and she still acts recklessly. "Take the money out." The sound of breaking glass.

"The house, car, jewelry, all belong to me, the monthly living expenses, and my pocket expenses, a whole settling-in allowance..." Li Yuemei is like an iron abacus. Zhou Ziwen seemed to have locked himself in the room, but he didn't make a sound. Because there was no opponent, Yue Mei calmed down after a while. At this time, the sky was already pale. She asked him for money, but he didn't want to take it out for a while. I don't know how long this situation has been stalemate, and they are pretending to be husband and wife. Fu Zai got up to freshen up. When she looked into the mirror, she suddenly thought of two scattered words: "Don't say goodbye to the beautiful face in the mirror, often sick and drinking before flowers, writing so melancholy, it must be Liu Yong."

Fu Zai touched his face, he was no longer eighteen or twenty, and the scars from the stitches at the corners of his eyes were still quite obvious after the stitches were removed. Not long ago, she also had longing eyes and white and clean skin, but unfortunately she couldn't stand the torture of life. There is still work to do in the kitchen. Fu Zai went downstairs, unexpectedly, the two maids had already prepared the newspaper and breakfast for her earlier than her. Fu smiled and thanked, and sat down to enjoy a quiet breakfast. The maid pushed open the long window, and the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers all poured in, heh, it would be great if I could live in this room for a lifetime.

Fu Zai suddenly blushed, how could she have such unreasonable thoughts, she was deeply ashamed. I have been busy all morning, and the dishes have been prepared in sevens and eighties. Fu is checking the tableware and glasses, the wine is chilled, the flowers are in place and the fruit is on a large crystal plate. Zhou Ziwen went downstairs to see how well organized he was, and was very grateful. Fu Zai said: "It seems that there is one dessert missing." "They are all men, they are not addicted to sweets." "All boys class?" "I didn't tell you? It's all distributors and their promoters." Fu nodded. At this time, Yuemei called her from upstairs. Fu Zai glanced at Zhou Ziwen and ran upstairs. I saw Yuemei tidying up the things in the room. "what are you doing?" "Where am I going to Kuwahara?" Fu Zai quickly closed the door, pulled her to sit down, "No." Yue Mei spread her hands, "I can't wait any longer." She opened the small tabloid, took out the jewelry, discarded all the boxes, wrapped a large pile of red, green and white gemstones, rings, necklaces, earrings, and stuffed them into her handbag with a silk scarf. "Yuemei, think about everything before you talk." Gratitude moment Yue Mei remained silent, pacing with her arms folded in front of her chest. "Beware of losing jewels." "All these jewelries have been registered. Once someone resells them, the computer records of any jewelry store will show them immediately, making it difficult to sell them." "Who is so careful?" Fu Zai was surprised. "Zhou Ziwen, there's still water," Yue Mei said bitterly, "You said that this man is a lot of scheming." Fu Zai said: "The mutton in the kitchen is about to burn, I have to go downstairs to have a look, don't lose your temper." "Futou, you have to help me." "What did you say?" Yue Mei showed her white teeth, "Put a handful of arsenic in the lamb and poison him to death." Fu Zai felt cold all over his body, staring blankly at Yue Mei. Yue Mei's voice was soft but full of hatred: "Remember, I will help you, you help me." Fortunately, his hands and feet cannot move. "I'll help you get rid of one evil, and you have to help me too. The time has come." Fuzai mustered up his courage, and took a breath first, "Yuemei, Zhou Ziwen is not a bad person." "Here you are again, Futou, your vision has always been poor, Zhou Ziwen is not the person you imagined." Yue Mei laughed loudly (left and right structure, I don't know how to pronounce it), like a jackal, she was obviously a beauty, but her laughter was so weird. "Futou, this is the time for you to repay your favor." Fu Zai burst into tears. Yue Mei put his hand on Fu's shoulder, "However, I won't ask you to use poison. The forensics department will know it's murder at once." She approached Fuzai. "Remember? If there is a motive, it is called murder. If there is no motive, it is manslaughter. If there is no evidence, it is an accident." At this time, a servant knocked on the door and said outside, "Miss Wang, the meat is all cooked." Yue Mei put the jewelry back in the small safe. She put down her luggage and only took out her handbag, "I'm going out to have fun, and I'll talk to you about the plan tomorrow morning." Fu was catching up, "Yuemei, you can't go." "why?" "We have guests for dinner tonight." Yue Mei suddenly reached out to touch Fu Zai's face, "At first I thought you were deep, but it turns out you are just stupid." She walked away without looking back. The convertible roared away. Fu Zai went back to the kitchen dejectedly. She bowed her head to prepare for tonight's dish tasting. Zhou Ziwen came in and called her, and she jumped up in fright. He apologized: "Sorry sorry." Get out immediately. Fu Zai let out a long breath. After five o'clock, the guests have arrived one after another.