The director of Lingdan Pavilion, Mr. Yang is very happy these days.
This is all because Lingdan Pavilion's sales have increased a lot, and more profits mean more commissions for me.
He can also go to Yihongyuan, the largest hospital in Qinhuaicheng, to chat with some young ladies about life.
"You, you, and you, be serious and don't desert. Otherwise, I will deduct wages from you."
Mr. Yang, with his hands behind his back, inspected the employees of Lingdan Pavilion, scolded them casually, and then walked to his room.
However, when he first came here, his pupils shrank suddenly and his whole body froze.
In front of the door of his room, there was a big snow-white dog lying on his back, with his eyes half-closed and a lazy look, and a red bird standing on his head, which was licking his feathers.
"What are you looking at? Come in quickly, the little master is waiting." Chi Chi raised her eyes, glared at the stunned Mr. Yang, and shouted.
What the hell? !
Can this bird talk
Could it be that I am old and hallucinating
The corners of Yang Gong's mouth twitched, with a look of disbelief on his face.
"Look again, believe it or not, I will peck you to death." Chi Chi flapped her wings, pretending to fly over.
Yang Gong trembled. Regardless of whether he was hearing hallucinations or not, it was best to escape first.
As soon as he turned around, a snow-white figure stood in front of him and approached with a grin on his face.
"Aren't you tired of living, you old man with a goatee?" Chichi flapped his wings and said aggressively: "If I don't show you some color, you really don't take my little master seriously."
Peng!
Chi Chi spat out a mouthful of fire, instantly burning Yang Gong's goatee.
"Wow, it's so hot." Yang Gong quickly extinguished the flames on his beard. The fire was extinguished, but the goat's beard turned into a rotten broom and gave off an unpleasant smell.
Suddenly, he was about to cry without tears, and said: "I, can't I go in?"
Seeing Mr. Yang walking into the room obediently, Dabai yawned again and lay down on the ground again, intending to catch up on some sleep.
"Dabai, don't sleep!" Chichi pecked Dabai's forehead hard and hummed: "Hum the little song last night for sister."
Dabai looked hopeless. He had been tortured by her all night last night, and now he still allowed himself to hum that little song. This... it was a difficult life for a beast.
"Oooh, ooooo..."
Dabai learned the melody and screamed. He didn't know which bastard played the piano last night, and he played it so beautifully. Sister Chi fell in love with the melody for no reason, and then insisted on learning to hum it by himself. This was too annoying.
If he knew which bastard it was, he would be bitten to death.
As soon as Yang Gong walked into the room, he saw a little lolita, about twelve years old, sitting on his desk, holding a lollipop in his mouth and dangling her little feet.
Cute is cute, but...
"Who are you?!" Yang Gong thought that the person waiting for him here would be Luo Xiaoman, but when he came in, he saw that it was not that little clever guy.
"Who am I?" Luo Xiaoman made a pop, took out the lollipop from his mouth, smashed it in his mouth, and said, "Oh, I'm so tired! Why do I have to explain it every time? It's so annoying."
"I'm asking you something!"
"I am your little ancestor." Luo Xiaoman took the lollipop back, jumped down from the table, and said helplessly: "As for me, I have been eating more and sleeping well recently, and I have grown well, so I am like this now. Don't Ask, and don’t doubt it, I am the little demon king of Baicheng, Luo Xiaoman.”
Yang Gong was stunned for a while, but judging from the other party's tone and certain characteristics, it was indeed Luo Xiaoman.
"Haha!" He immediately changed his face, rubbed his hands, and said, "Miss Luo, I don't know why you came to my Lingdan Pavilion?"
(End of chapter)