Transmigrating into the Villain’s Demon-Revealing Mirror

Chapter 3

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Song Shujing's prototype is a squirrel, but she has always refused to admit it. In the eyes of many people, squirrels are so cute, with a big furry tail, and the appearance of eating pine cones is naive and cute. However, in the eyes of real squirrels, this is not the case.

What Song Shujing hates the most is her huge cheeks and teeth that grow too much without grinding.

She stretched out her hand to push away the small mirror that came close, and shouted: "It's not me! I don't want to look at it, take it away!"

Feng Chi: "..."

Feng Chi had no choice but to put the small mirror back on the table. At the same time, Ji Huan, who finally recovered from the pain, was so wronged that he wanted to cry.

He was also shocked when a squirrel suddenly appeared in front of him, okay? This squirrel in particular distorted its facial features in shock. Moreover, he was thrown and smashed again. If the quality of the demon mirror itself was not strong enough, he would be broken here today!

Feng Chi heard the unhappy humming of the little mirror.

Feng Chi: "..."

What a headache.

He pinched the slightly sore brows, and waved to Song Shujing, "Go and do your own thing."

Song Shujing let go of her hand aggrieved and left.

When he was leaving, he did not forget to give a vicious glance at the small mirror.

It wasn't until the door slammed shut that Song Shujing suddenly realized if she had missed something. She slapped her head violently, then turned back to stare at the door.

Is there any particularity about their boss's little mirror? How can she still show her prototype

Song Shujing really wanted to go in and find out, but when she thought of the squirrel face just now, she trembled all over again.

Forget it, whoever loves to study will study.

Anyway, she doesn't want to.

Song Shujing left for a while, but Ji Huan was still humming.

For a while, I lamented how painful my waist was, and for a while, I muttered whether my face was disfigured. For Feng Chi, who is fond of Jing, this is no different from having a little frog croaking in his ear all the time. He wanted so badly to grab the little frog by the head and throw him away.

Feng Chi rubbed his ears silently, and after trying to calm down, he didn't realize how disturbing the sound was. However, just as he breathed a sigh of relief, Ji Huan's voice sounded in his ear again, "You're so handsome."

When Feng Chi heard this, he snapped his fingers. Pretending to be nonchalant, he looked into the small mirror.

The little mirror seemed to think that he was looking at himself in the mirror, and very calmly propped his chin to appreciate his beauty.

"Ah... the nose is so straight. Who said the nose is so good?"

The little black spot scratched its head, then curled its lips, "Whoever said it, it's not me anyway."

Feng Chi: "..."

'Boom boom boom—'

There was a knock on the door, Feng Chi finally looked away from the mirror, and said calmly, "Come in."

The person who entered the room was a young man with clear features.

Zhuo Guang smiled and was about to say something, but when his eyes fell on Feng Chi, he was stunned for a moment. He pointed to Feng Chi's ears and asked, "Boss, why are your ears so red? Is it very hot? Ten degrees."

A echo came from the small mirror: "Maybe I'm thinking about something in my mind."

The little black spot probably thought that others couldn't hear his voice, his voice was unscrupulous, and his content was also unscrupulous.

Feng Chi clicked his tongue silently, and he didn't know who the person with the pile of yellow waste in his head was.

but…

Feng Chi looked up at Zhuo Guang's face, the other's expression was still full of curiosity about the reason for his hot ears, as if he hadn't heard the joke at all.

Feng Chi glanced at the mirror with lowered eyes and quickly looked away, "What's wrong?"

Zhuo Guang chuckled, "The young lady at the milk tea shop invited me to drink milk tea, boss, please take a break. I'll bring you back what you want to drink."

Feng Chi's mind immediately recalled the emotion of someone before.

His eyes flashed, and the corner of his mouth curved slightly, "Boba milk green three-point candy."

Zhuo Guang: "..."

In fact, Zhuo Guang just wanted to ask Feng Chi for approval, and asked Feng Chi if he would like to drink milk tea, but it was just a casual mention. He went to the milk tea shop and drank so much milk tea, and brought back hundreds of cups for the Demon Control Bureau, but Feng Chi never touched it.

Their boss is strict with himself in many aspects, and he doesn't touch anything like fried chicken with milk tea that is classified as junk food by grandparents. Every day, I maintain my health with extremely self-disciplined living habits.

What's up today... Are you interested in milk tea

Zhuo Guang scratched his head, "Boss, do you really drink?"

Feng Chi: "Can't you?"

Zhuo Guang laughed again, "No problem, no problem, Boss, you must have wanted to drink milk tea for a long time and feel embarrassed, right? You even plagiarized Sister Song. Well, like Sister Song, boba milk green three-point candy , I'll give you another boba point. I'm going first."

After Zhuo Guang finished speaking, he rushed back. Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of pinging, bang, bang, and bang outside the door, and the door 'bang' had to be bumped into.

Within a few minutes, a delivery person from a milk tea shop delivered the milk tea.

Under the strange and shocked gaze of a group of employees, Feng Chi took his milk green slowly.

Song Shujing took apart the straw and subconsciously ground her front teeth, then muttered in a low voice, "Boss took the wrong medicine?"

The employees next to them looked at each other, and felt that what Sister Song said was right.

Feng Chi, who had taken the wrong medicine, sat back in his seat, and put the milk tea in front of the small mirror, the label was facing the small mirror.

Boba milk green three-point sugar, warm, add boba.

These few words are so conspicuous that people can't wait to punch them.

Ji Huan stared at these words, and his stomach, which had not eaten for two or three days, suddenly gurgled. He gulped hard.

I really want to drink.

Feng Chi listened to that soft voice, a smile appeared in his long and narrow eyes, and he quickly lowered his head to work again.

Ji Huan stared at the milk tea for a full ten minutes, but Feng Chi didn't see any intention of drinking it. He scratched his ears and chin, and complained in a low voice, "Why don't you drink it? It's going to be cold. It's not good if it's cold. If you drink it, your boba will turn into lumps."

"Aww—if you don't drink it, don't put it in front of me, I really want to drink it."

Several howls rang in his ears one after another, but Feng Chi didn't feel bored, and even found it interesting.

It was so pitiful that it looked like a kitten whose neck was pinched and could only watch but not eat.

Interesting.

Therefore, this cup of milk tea could not be resolved when Zhuo Guang came back with a happy face. Ji Huan counted the time, looking at the milk tea for a while, then at Feng Chi, always feeling that the other party was teasing him.

At the beginning, when Feng Chi said 'boba milk green three-point candy', Ji Huan's heart skipped a beat, thinking that Feng Chi could hear his voice, otherwise why did he just order the milk tea he mentioned earlier? As a result, Zhuo Guang's words of "plagiarizing Sister Song" made Ji Huan feel relieved again.

Boba milk green three-point candy is not exclusive to him alone.

Miss Squirrel shares a common language with him!

Lunches for the Bureau of Demon Control are delivered from the small restaurant next door. The small restaurant has a small storefront, but it is very clean and hygienic, and the taste is good. The monsters in the Bureau of Demon Control have not gotten tired of eating it for many years. Zhuo Guang sent Feng Chi's lunch to the office, and when he tilted his head, he saw the untouched milk tea, and asked suspiciously, "Boss, why don't you drink it!"

Feng Chi glanced at his glasses lightly, the little black spot in the mirror looked sad.

The corner of his mouth raised an inconspicuous arc, but he put it down quickly, and there was no abnormality in his tone, "I feel a little uncomfortable in my stomach, so I didn't drink."

Zhuo Guang was even more confused.

A big monster like their boss can swallow it alive, but now he has an upset stomach

Zhuo Guang said 'ohhh' twice, then stretched out his hand tentatively, "Then... I'll drink it."

Feng Chi waved his hand to signal him to be free.

Zhuo Guang went out holding the milk tea with a smile all over his face, and the little black spot in the mirror lowered his head pitifully.

If you don't drink it, just give it to Zhuo Guang, and keep it here for a long time.

angry.

After lunch, Zhuo Guang came in again, and under Feng Chi's calm gaze, he showed an embarrassed smile. But the hand is very honest and sticks out in a certain direction.

Feng Chi looked over, Zhuo Guang's target was the little mirror.

Without further ado, the man tapped the pen on the back of Zhuo Guang's hand mercilessly, in exchange for a cry of pain from the other party.

Zhuo Guang covered the back of his hand pitifully, and muttered in a low voice: "Sister Song said that you have a magical mirror here, Boss. I want to see it too."

Feng Chi didn't expect Song Shujing to take a mirror to see a squirrel and still make a big splash in the Bureau of Demon Control. However, hearing what Zhuo Guang said, he was also a little curious.

He also took a mirror to look at himself before, but there was no change in the person in the mirror, so that he always thought that the demon mirror had a false name. As a result, Song Shujing gave him such a trick today. I don't know what happened to the demon mirror.

Thoughts turned and turned, Feng Chi raised his chin slightly at Zhuo Guang, "It happens that I'm also curious, let's take a look together."

Zhuo Guang: "Eh? Then let's go, Boss, let's take pictures of monsters!"

Ji Huan: "...but I don't really want to see monsters."

Thinking of the former young lady suddenly turning into a squirrel, Ji Huan groaned again, extremely worried.

Who can easily bear the excitement of buying a lottery ticket.

Zhuo Guang held the demon mirror in his hand, but Zhuo Guang didn't feel anything strange at all, as if he didn't hear Ji Huan's murmur at all. This made Feng Chi look at the little mirror more deeply.

Is it really only you who can hear it

He pursed his lips, his eyes swept to see the little black spot being dragged into the air, and it was still dangling in mid-air, with a look of lovelessness on his face. Feng Chi hesitated for a moment, patted Zhuo Guang on the shoulder, and took the small mirror away.

He adjusted the posture of his hands, held the whole mirror in his hand, the back of the mirror was close to his palm, and the little black spot lay down.

Ji Huan was a little surprised for a moment.

Like lying in bed.

He subconsciously twisted his body and adjusted his lying position.

Feng Chi's steps stopped suddenly.

Zhuo Guang noticed the movement and turned around, "Boss, what's the matter?"

Feng Chi's eyes were deep, but he said softly, "It's okay."

It's just that I suddenly feel a little itchy in my palm and want to throw this mirror out.

The author has something to say: A little boba milk green three-point sugar is really delicious, because the epidemic has not been drunk for a long time QAQ