Frog has become a sperm

"Master, the pastries you want are already ready in the kitchen."

The middle-aged man was wearing a black formal suit. Although his hair was gray, he was meticulously groomed. His expression was a little serious. He looked like an old butler in the middle ages. In fact, this was indeed the butler of this house, and Has served three consecutive terms.

The man leaned on the sofa, with his legs crossed together, one elbow resting on the armrest of the sofa, and his hand resting lightly on his chin. Because of the angle, his expression could not be seen clearly, as if he was contemplating an important event.

Uncle Fang didn’t get a response when he said something. He looked at his young master strangely. Recently, he always felt that the young master was a bit abnormal. He asked him the day before yesterday if there was any new pastry in the kitchen. When did the young master suddenly like to eat these? But to be a good housekeeper is to properly meet all the needs of the owner.

Nan Zheng's face was full of thoughts, his deep eyes stared at his other hand, twisting a green blade of grass

There are slender and long green stems with green leaves on top of the stems. The leaves are divided into four pieces, each of which is heart-shaped, gathered together, like the word 'Tian', and there is a white circle in the center of the leaves. The pattern is like a smaller heart shape.

He knew this kind of grass, and he was very familiar with it recently.

Clover.

When it comes to four-leaf clover, many people think that it is a lucky grass, which represents love, health, fame and wealth.

But Nan Zheng didn't think too much about it. The first thing that popped into his mind was the guazai who loved to travel around in his mobile phone.

He found this four-leaf clover next to his pillow when he woke up in the morning. He can be sure that no one entered his room last night, and the windows were closed well. Not just any grass.

The turquoise grass leaves are more vivid than ordinary flowers and plants. In fact, if Nanzheng hadn't held this four-leaf clover in his hand, it would actually look more like a handicraft, but the feel told him that it was really It is a fresh four-leaf clover.

Uncle Fang couldn't help shouting again: "Master?"

"Hmm..." Nan Zheng frowned as he glanced at the pastry brought by Uncle Fang.

Small squares of white, green, and pink pastries that look similar to the ones that appear on bedside dishes.

"Try to see if it suits your taste." Uncle Fang put the plate on the coffee table.

The slender fingers twisted a piece, took a bite, and after chewing, the sword eyebrows frowned, the taste was quite different from that day, and the rest was put back, Nan Zheng stood up: "I'm going upstairs to deal with some things, Let’s leave these alone.”

"It seems that the young master doesn't like it very much." Uncle Fang stared at the pastries on the plate, his face became more serious.

It's still necessary for the cook to do some research. After thinking about it, he took the plate and went to the kitchen. He decided with all his heart that he must make pastries that satisfy the young master. After all, this is a rare request from the young master.

In the study, Nan Zheng turned on the computer and connected to the monitor equipment in the room.

In the dark room, the outlines of the furnishings could barely be seen. Time passed by, and nothing unusual appeared.

The man staring at the screen frowned slightly, tapped his fingers on the keyboard a few times, and the screen began to fast forward...

The deep eyebrows and eyes behind the lens, staring closely, getting closer and closer, I always feel that something is about to appear...

clack.

The computer screen flickered and went black.

Nan Zheng: "..."

He was stunned for a few seconds before he realized that the power went out? ? ? ! ! !

"Master." After the door of the study was knocked, he pushed it open.

The housekeeper, Uncle Fang, said anxiously: "The electrical appliances in the kitchen downstairs burned out, causing the circuit to jump. I have already asked someone to fix it, and it will be fine soon. Master, did you disturb your work?"

Taking off his glasses, Nan Zheng rubbed the center of his brows. When he looked up again, he looked at the white flour stained on Uncle Fang's body, and said helplessly, "Uncle Fang...you, stay away from the kitchen."

"Yes, sir..."

Uncle Fang went downstairs with a sad mood.

As the old housekeeper who watched him grow up, took care of him, and protected him even in the most difficult times, Nan Zheng had already regarded him as his closest relative, and he would naturally not take care of some innocuous little things.

But looking at the computer with a black screen, it is also true to be depressed.

The four-leaf clover placed on a glass bottle on the table is fresh and attractive. After looking at it for a while, Nanzheng picked up the phone and wanted to click on the icon of the little green hat, but the incoming call rang first, so he clicked on it. answer.

I don't know what the person on the other end of the phone said, but Nan Zheng's deep eyes slowly darkened, and the three-dimensional facial features made people feel a bit gloomy because of the shadow.

"I'll be right there."

After hanging up the phone, Nan Zheng picked up his coat and went out, walking like the wind, the corner of his clothes brought the glass bottle on the desk upside down, and when the bottle rolled down, he was caught by a big hand.

The bottle was put back on the table, and the man's eyes paused for a moment on the slightly swaying four-leaf clover. Finally, he didn't know what to think, and pulled it out. After hesitating, he put it in his jacket pocket, and then turned and left. .

In the small yard that is slowly green, Xiaolu has pulled out all the weeds in the small garden, watered it, cleaned her hut, and finished all the housework, but it is getting more and more anxious.

Today's Ah Ma didn't prepare luggage for him, and he didn't have anything to eat. Gua Zai was hungry and a little lonely, and wanted to go out to find good friends, but he also missed Ah Ma, and wanted to sleep with Ah Ma, so Can not Go Out.

It would be great if I could be with Ah Ma every day.

Gua Zai lying on the table is very melancholy at such a young age.

At this time, a traffic accident occurred on the Haicheng Bridge. Two cars collided with each other. A heavy truck loaded with dozens of tons of sand and gravel knocked a luxury car out of its original shape.

Just looking at the squashed appearance of the car body, one can imagine how miserable the people inside will be.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Qin's body became weak, and his heart kept sinking deeper and deeper...

"boss……"

"Help people, what are you still standing there for? Do you know who's inside?" Zhao Qin yelled at the traffic policemen who were surveying the surroundings, and was about to jump on the car when he was at a loss.

Zhao Qin was stopped by several people, which made him even more aggrieved: "What are you doing? Stop me if you don't save people, I'll tell you @##@#@＄##＄"

The two traffic policemen who were holding him looked at each other, looked up and down Zhao Qin with a little strange eyes, then raised their hands and pointed to one side: "The person you are looking for is over there."

"Where is what, I..."

amount……

Zhao Qin's words got stuck. The tall and straight man standing against the wind by the side of the bridge rail... looks familiar.

"Boss, you, are you alright?" Zhao Qin couldn't believe it, but when he got closer to see the face clearly, he suddenly felt a little introverted.

Nanzheng was a bit embarrassed at the moment, but it didn't hurt his temperament. He looked at the turbulent sea below with indifferent eyes, and moved after a while, but he didn't look at Zhao Qin, but stretched out his hand. inside the clothes.

Zhao Qin watched helplessly as his boss took out... a piece of grass from his arms?

The four-leaf green grass flutters in the wind. After shaking, the leaves fall off one by one, leaving only the bare stems.

Zhao Qin's eyes straightened, and the grass looked familiar, as if he had seen it before, and his mind was a bit inflexible just now when his mood was ups and downs.

Holding the stem tightly with his hands, he put it back into his pocket at last, and then Nan Zheng turned his attention to Zhao Qin: "Where's the person?"

"Human? Ah, I found him, but I didn't expect..." Zhao Qin looked at the scrapped car with lingering fear.

"The dog jumped the wall in a hurry, it seems that I was too kind to them." Nan Zheng's mouth curled up.

Zhao Qin glanced at it, felt a chill down his spine, and lit some wax for some people who didn't know what to do.

The author has something to say:

It's almost time for 'father and son' to meet each other, and I'm a little excited when I think about it.