early morning.
Ji Lang woke up from his deep sleep, he got up and opened the floor-to-ceiling windows of his room and stepped into the elegant sunlight in the morning. It was still early, the community was quiet, and there was a layer of gauze-like fog floating in the air, making the morning air fresher.
Ji Lang couldn't help taking a deep breath, only to feel that he was refreshed and relaxed, and it was really comfortable to sleep.
In the past, he often heard people say that early morning is the best time of the day, with sunrise, dewdrops, and the freshest air of the day. In fact, nothing matters, because these are all bullshit.
People think these things are good only because they slept well last night. As a senior insomniac, before meeting Wu Miaomiao, Ji Lang never felt better about these things, and he even felt that the first ray of light in the morning was dazzling.
Ji Lang stretched in a relaxed mood, and reluctantly stayed on the balcony for more than ten minutes before turning around to go to the bathroom to wash up.
After washing, Ji Lang carried the sorted garbage downstairs, threw it into the trash can, and then went to buy breakfast outside the community. Because he got up early, he unconsciously took a few more steps and went to a very prosperous breakfast. The store bought two bowls of small wontons.
This little wonton is very popular, and there are many people queuing up every morning. Ji Lang is not Wu Miaomiao, and will not queue for two hours just for a bite, so he has never bought Wu Miaomiao's wontons. . But I really slept well yesterday, and this wonton should be a gift for Wu Miaomiao.
It was almost 8:10 when Ji Lang lined up to buy wontons. He hurried back and found a cup of milk tea at the door unexpectedly when he arrived at the door.
"I bought this last night?" Ji Lang glanced at the takeaway order on the milk tea, and frowned, "It's eleven o'clock, and it's still called milk tea?"
Ji Lang took the milk tea into the room and put breakfast on the table. After everything was done, he found that Wu Miaomiao had not woken up yet. After hesitating for a while, he walked over and knocked on the door of the second bedroom lightly.
"Wu Miaomiao?" Ji Lang shouted twice, and finally there was a sound inside. After a while, the door was opened from the inside, Wu Miaomiao stood in the doorway with a mess of hair and sleepy eyes.
"Mr. Xianggong, early." Wu Miaomiao hit Hache, and the loose pajamas slipped onto her arms because of the night's sleep, exposing most of her shoulders and a looming gully.
As if burned by something, Ji Lang quickly looked away: "After washing up, come and have breakfast."
"Oh." Wu Miaomiao replied in a daze, and the whole person entered the bathroom as if sleepwalking.
It wasn't until he heard the sound of the bathroom closing that Ji Lang exhaled vigorously and turned his head back, but he couldn't get rid of the looming gully and...
"morning."
The sudden voice interrupted the reverie in Ji Lang's mind. He looked down and saw a little puppet the size of a slap standing inside the door, greeting him weakly.
"Xiang Ning?" Ji Lang sounded like a ghost boy.
"Yes... it's me." Xiang Ning's version of the doll answered tremblingly.
"Why did you come out?" He remembered that he told the curse doll not to let him let Xiang Ning out.
"The baby is too full to swallow me, so the wizard put me here. Don't worry, I won't run around this time." Xiang Ning hurriedly assured, for fear that Ji Lang was really like what he said that night. Just throw him on the gas stove and burn him.
Too full
Ji Lang thought of his good night's sleep last night. Could it be that the cursed doll spit out Xiang Ning's soul because it devoured too much nightmare power? Thinking about it this way, Ji Lang couldn't be angry anymore. He ignored Xiang Ning and turned to leave.
Seeing that the other party didn't say that he was going to burn himself, Xiang Ning breathed a sigh of relief, turned and hid back in the room. The male host doesn't like him very much now. He still lives in the room honestly. Anyway, they will go to work in a while, and then they can come out of the living room by themselves.
After Wu Miaomiao came to have breakfast after washing up, she took a bite of the small wonton, and her eyes lit up: "It's delicious, this is delicious, the meat is delicious, the skin is so tender, and the soup is so fresh."
Ji Lang hooked his lips slightly, obviously guessing that Wu Miaomiao would have such a reaction.
"I still want to eat this tomorrow." Wu Miaomiao couldn't help but said.
"Want to eat and buy it yourself?" It's enough to queue up once, and I want to go there every day.
"Ah? That's fine." If it was during the day, Wu Miaomiao would be willing to travel far and wide for the beloved food. But get up early, thank you, the pain of getting up early can offset the happiness brought by all the delicious food.
After breakfast, Wu Miaomiao helped clear the table. When she entered the kitchen, she suddenly found a cup of milk tea by the sink. She couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise, "Xiang Gong, did you buy me milk tea?"
Ji Lang was speechless: "Whose milk tea shop opened early in the morning and picked it up at the door in the morning."
Picked it up at the door? Wu Miaomiao glanced at the take-out order, and then remembered: "I ordered it last night. Later, I was so sleepy and fell asleep that I forgot."
Yesterday, she went out to fight with the people from the inspection team. When she went out, she forgot to take her mobile phone. The delivery boy couldn't reach her and probably put the milk tea directly at the door. And she herself had forgotten about the milk tea after returning from the fight.
"Don't eat these things at night in the future." Ji Lang also took it. He was so sleepy that he was about to fall asleep. He even thought about ordering takeout.
"Well." Wu Miaomiao replied obediently.
After a night of milk tea, it was summer again, so I definitely couldn't drink it. Wu Miaomiao reluctantly poured the milk tea. After packing up, Wu Miaomiao went back to the room to change clothes, and then went to the studio with Ji Lang. Before leaving, she placed a ban on Xiang Ning's puppet, restricting him from leaving the house.
Twenty minutes later, the two arrived at the studio.
As soon as he entered the door, Wu Miaomiao felt that something was wrong, as if something was missing
"Early boss, early lady boss?" Bei Fan and the three greeted them loudly when they saw them.
"Morning." Wu Miaomiao responded, finally knowing what was missing, and asked aloud, "Where's Dongdong? Didn't you come to work today?"
From the first day she came to the studio, every time she entered the door, the first person she saw was Dong Yongyuan. He would stand by the coffee machine by the door every morning, change the water, change the beans, and grind everyone a cup of coffee by the way.
"Dongzi hasn't come yet, maybe he's going out to talk about things." Everyone didn't pay much attention to it. Dong Yongyuan was in charge of all external affairs of the studio. room.
Ji Lang wouldn't care. He didn't set attendance clocks for the company's employees. He always only looked at whether the work was completed in time.
In the afternoon, three o'clock.
Ji Lang was looking for a contract, but he couldn't find it for a long time. After thinking about it, he called Dong Yongyuan. The phone rang for a long time before it was connected.
"Boss?" Dong Yongyuan's voice trembled slightly, as if he was a little uneasy.
"Where are you?" Ji Lang asked casually.
"At... at home." Dong Yongyuan was actually in the Metaphysics Association, but only yesterday the association dispatched an inspection team to arrest Ji Lang. He was afraid that he would irritate the other party by mentioning the association again, so he lied and said he was at home.
"At home? What are you doing at home if you don't come to work? Is it irrelevant?" Ji Lang's tone became cold. Although he did not demand that employees must attend work, he was so arrogant that he could not bear to be absent from work.
Dong Yongyuan secretly said that sure enough, the boss is going to open himself.
Although he knew that such a day would come, he felt a little uncomfortable for some reason: "Boss, I will email you the resignation letter at night. As for the job handover, I... It may take a while for me to hand over the job, this month's You will deduct the salary." He really didn't have the face to take the last month's salary.
At this time, Dong Yongyuan couldn't help but feel a little fortunate. Fortunately, he didn't get the 50,000 yuan bonus for "coaxing the boss's wife to go to college" previously released by the boss. No, I can't think about it, my heart is already hurting.
Hearing Dong Yongyuan's answer, Ji Lang was a little surprised. Is he really going to leave
"Why, your association is going to have someone else come and stare at me?" Ji Lang frowned slightly.
That's right, he knew from a long time that Dong Yongyuan was an undercover agent of the Metaphysics Association. As a nightmare, even if he doesn't want to, because of the long contact time, there will always be a few times when he can involuntarily enter the dreams of those around him. The studio is the place where he spends the longest time. Sometimes Bei Fan and the others take a lunch break in the company, and occasionally he will feel when he is dreaming. He has sensed the dreams of everyone in the studio, only Dong Yongyuan's dream Ji Lang has never sensed.
He didn't care much at first, but after a long time, Ji Lang felt a little strange. Occasionally, he tried to enter Dong Yongyuan's dream, but saw a familiar yellow halo at the entrance of the dream. From that moment, Ji Lang knew that Dong Yongyuan was from the metaphysics world.
It's just that Dong Yongyuan had been in the company for almost half a year at that time. Although Dong Yongyuan talked a lot in the past six months, his work ability was good, and he blocked many things for him. Ji Lang thought of causing trouble again, so he simply pretended not to know and let him keep it. And even if he drives Dong Yongyuan away, the association will still find someone else to monitor him, so it's better to be more pleasing to the eye.
Woohoo... The boss really knew that he was an undercover agent.
Although Ji Lang's mocking expression couldn't be seen across the phone, Dong Yongyuan still felt ashamed, blushed, and stammered: "Boss, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... No, I did... Oops, I don't know how to explain it. I feel like I'm just Zhu Bajie looking in the mirror, and I'm not a person inside or outside. But you believe me, even though I've been watching you for so long, I haven't done anything bad to you. You may not believe it. I really like our studio and my colleagues in the studio. I am very reluctant to leave... "
Although Dong Yongyuan is a Xuanmen cultivator, he is a complete waste of firewood, his spiritual power is not high, and his spells can only draw ordinary peace amulets, and the effect is only a little better than those bought from roadside stalls outside. Other Xuanmen disciples can earn pocket money by taking tasks on the association website at the age of 11 or 12. His brothers and sisters, at the age of 15 or 16, can already become local tyrants with a monthly income of 100,000 by catching ghosts and exorcising evil spirits. .
He is the only one who can't do anything. Every time he can only take some lead tasks that others don't want on the association's website, and point out the way to the underworld for some lost ghosts. For this kind of guiding task, a ghost costs only 50 yuan. He worked hard for a month, never rested a day, and earns less than 5,000 yuan a month. The poor can only live in a shared house.
Until he went to Ji Lang's studio, his monthly fixed salary was 20,000 yuan, and at the end of the year, he still had a salary of 15 yuan. Occasionally, Ji Lang sold a copyright, and the bonus alone was 100,000 yuan. Woohoo... He got out of poverty after following the boss, and he was really reluctant to work in the studio.
The more Dong Yongyuan spoke, the more uncomfortable it became, and his voice choked up.
Ji Lang listened to the crying voice on the other end of the phone and rolled his eyes in disgust when he thought of Dong Yongyuan's 1.78 meter tall man shrinking and crying.
"If you can't bear to leave, go back. If you can't see you before you get off work, you really don't need to use it." Ji Lang scolded.
"Old... Boss, are you still willing to want me?" Dong Yongyuan didn't dare to believe, "You are already at war with the association, and you still want me?"
"War?" Ji Lang was taken aback, "What do you mean?"
"Didn't the people from the inspection team come to you yesterday? The lady boss has beaten people up. Now that person can only wear adult diapers and sit in a wheelchair, not to mention how miserable it is." Dong Yongyuan thought of Tian Cheng's tragic situation and endured it. He couldn't help but be afraid and said, "Boss, because I haven't done anything excessive to you and the boss for so long, can you not let the boss curse me, I don't want to wear adult diapers."
He was taken to the association this morning and witnessed Tian Cheng's tragic state. After knowing that it was the doll that the proprietress was holding all day, Dong Yongyuan felt a chill down his spine. That doll, he even squeezed it once in his hand.
The more Ji Lang listened, the more he felt that something was wrong, start a war? Disabled? Diapers? Wu Miaomiao fought
"What's going on, tell me from the beginning." Ji Lang was at a loss.
"Boss, you... don't know everything." Dong Yongyuan also heard that something was wrong.
"Speak." Ji Lang urged impatiently.