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Feng Chi took Ji Huan along the old street. When passing by the small restaurant, Erha, who was lazily lying on the ground, seemed to smell a familiar smell, and suddenly raised his head and wailed. The blue eyes were fixed on the small mirror on Feng Chi's shoulder, Ji Huan was startled by its sudden movement, and almost slipped off Feng Chi's shoulder.
Feng Chi took the initiative to reach out and pull the small mirror back, "You are too timid."
It's really no different from a turtle.
Ji Huan glanced at him, and kicked him on the neck again, thinking that the force was very strong, but in fact it was no better than a cat stepping on milk. When I stepped down, I could only feel something rubbing against the skin of my neck, which was slightly itchy. Ji Huan kicked him several times but didn't see any response from Feng Chi, so he sighed and retracted his feet.
He held his face and didn't tell Feng Chi that his skating just now had a pretext. Speaking of being chased by a dog... Feng Chi will laugh at him, right? In just a few days, Ji Huan had already figured out Feng Chi's temperament thoroughly. It looks so serious on the surface, but in reality it is sloppy.
However, just because he didn't say something, it didn't mean that Feng Chi didn't know about it.
Feng Chi glanced at the extremely depressed guy, and clicked his tongue, "The entire Demon Control Bureau knows about the fact that you were chased by a dog that day, so why are you hiding it?"
Ji Huan: "... Did you use the hyperbolic rhetoric that is often used in Chinese class?"
Feng Chi: "No. What do you think Song Shujing is doing with this dog in her arms?"
Ji Huan kicked Feng Chi's neck again to show his anger. Pointing at the stupid husky, he said seriously, "At that time I had no power to restrain the chicken, but I got it back later. I bullied it."
Feng Chi sneered: "You have the nerve to be so righteous when you bully a dog, huh?"
Ji Huan: "Feng Chi, you are so annoying!"
Ji Huan's very explosive personality cannot be changed in a short period of time, and Feng Chi feels that there is no need to change it. Occasionally teasing Ji Huan, making Ji Huan angrily drawle like a baby, this feeling is actually quite good. He thought, and took another look in the mirror, it was so cute.
He stretched out his finger and poked Ji Huan's soft cheek through the small mirror, "Add an ice cream ball for you."
"I want durian flavor."
Feng Chi: "Whatever you want." Anyway, it's not him who eats.
Feng Chi promised Ji Huan that he would only buy him ice cream, milk tea and octopus balls, but actually went back with a bag full of snacks. He stared at his pocket for a few seconds, deeply feeling that it was useless for Ji Huan to hand in all his salary.
Ji Huan poked an octopus ball and handed one to his mouth, "Do you want to eat?"
Feng Chi actually doesn't like this kind of snack. He doesn't have high requirements for food, but he eats almost all meals. Snacks and snacks are just for him to throw in the trash. But things seem a little different today. He looked at the octopus balls that were close at hand, and a faint desire arose in his heart.
The small balls are round, with a burnt aroma and the taste of sour tomato sauce. One can almost imagine the deliciousness of the small balls bursting in the mouth after one bite.
Seeing that Feng Chi hadn't moved, Ji Huan urged him, "If you want to eat, hurry up, it won't taste good if it's cold."
Feng Chi hummed, opened his mouth and bit the little ball away.
The taste is similar to what he imagined, the small balls are full of ingredients, and the large pieces of octopus are particularly chewy.
Ji Huan stretched out his head to look at him, Feng Chi's expression looked very calm, there was no particularly delicious expression, nor was it so bad that it made him frown. Ji Huan was relieved, and started chatting, "I tried to do this before, but my hands were clumsy and I couldn't wrap it round. I failed several times."
Failure is failure, eat or eat as usual.
It's just that the appearance is not very good, but the taste is actually the same.
The speaker has no intention and the listener has the heart. Feng Chi frowned slightly when he heard the word 'before', but soon calmed down again. He lowered his eyes and said, "Next time you want to eat, just buy it."
He can afford it for a few dollars a box.
The overlord's speech made Ji Huan couldn't help feeling, Feng Chi was really too generous, so generous that he was a little embarrassed.
He touched his face, as if he could be a little thicker, so he happily said yes.
When the two returned to the Demon Management Bureau, the gate of the Demon Management Bureau was open, and a black car was parked outside. It was a very ordinary model, with light gray mud stains all around the body. Ji Huan recognized this car as Guo Sheng's usual car.
Ji Huan poked his head, sat on Feng Chi's shoulder and entered the yard of the Demon Management Bureau. As soon as I arrived at the yard, I heard bursts of laughter and jokes inside, which was very lively. Ji Huan was curious and couldn't help urging Feng Chi to hurry up.
"You like Guo Sheng so much?"
Ji Huan was taken aback by the sudden voice in his ear, he didn't react, he let out a bewildered 'ah'. But soon after recalling Feng Chi's words, he waved his hands with a calm expression, "It's okay."
In the novel "Rampaging Monsters", Guo Sheng, as the team leader of the branch, is Feng Chi's very capable subordinate. Moreover, although he did not always follow Feng Chi's side like Zhuo Guang and others, he still obeyed Feng Chi's orders. The author writes Guo Sheng as Feng Chi's minion, but in Ji Huan's view, he is Feng Chi's brother.
Ji Huan liked Feng Chi too much, so he also liked Guo Sheng a little bit.
Holding his chin and shaking his calf, he said, "I heard that Guo Sheng manages Linshi in an orderly manner, and the monsters in Linshi like him very much. He is much better than Zheng Guan."
Feng Chi: "..."
Ji Huan babbled all by himself for a long time without seeing any reaction from Feng Chi, so he tilted his head to look at him, "Why don't you talk?"
"There's nothing to say." He dropped a sentence and walked into the hall with long legs. Pushing open the door, the people inside saw him coming back, and waved hello immediately.
Guo Sheng waved at Feng Chi, "I heard from Song Shujing that our sister-in-law is coming out, so I brought over specialties from Linshi and Haishi."
With a cold face, Feng Chi spit out two words: "No need."
"Why don't you use it? I brought it to my sister-in-law. If you don't need it, don't use it. Don't answer for my sister-in-law." Guo Sheng's ability to accept is very strong, and he was not shocked when he heard that Ji Huan had changed back after coming to the Bureau of Demon Control. . Calmly waving at the small mirror on Feng Chi's shoulder, "Sister-in-law, come and see if you like it? If so, I'll bring it for you next time I come over."
Ji Huan was too lazy to argue with this group of people about addressing them. In contrast, he was more interested in the so-called special products.
Sliding all the way down Feng Chi's shoulders, when Feng Chi's pedal was about to jump onto the table, the palm under his foot suddenly retracted, grabbed his foot, and held him in a familiar posture. He hangs upside down.
Feng Chi's fingers clasped his ankles, and a mirror could completely isolate him from anything. Ji Huan only felt that the place Feng Chi was holding was a little hot and itchy. He unconsciously rubbed his other ankle, shaking his body in confusion, trying to raise his head to look at the expressionless Feng Chi, "What are you doing?"
Feng Chi: "Why are you in such a hurry? The things are here, they won't run away."
Ji Huan said dryly, and shook his small body, "Then you can put me down, the little balls you just ate are about to spit out."
Feng Chi wanted to hang him for a while longer, but seeing Little Black Spot's pitiful expression, he could only hold his breath and put him on the table, and he had to help open the special product pocket himself. Ji Huan got halfway inside and took out a box of ham crisps.
Ji Huan's eyes lit up.
However, Feng Chi glanced at the crispy ham expressionlessly, opened it, took a bite, and said in a cold voice after a few seconds, "It's not delicious."
Ji Huan let out a cry, put his chin on his hand and looked at the ham cake next to him, "Really? No way, I'll try it."
Feng Chi moved the ham crisps aside with his other hand, while Ji Huan stretched out his short hand in silence.
The distance between him and Ham Crisp is thousands of miles away.
"Don't hook my waist, I can't eat it anymore..." Ji Huan frowned, like a fish flopping in the water, trying to swim to the ham crisps, but he was always suppressed, and finally he could only pat pitifully Fishtail sulked.
Zhuo Guang really couldn't stand it any longer, and took a step forward, thinking that he had to talk to their boss carefully. This is not the way to treat his wife and daughter-in-law. At least he must be responsive. However, as soon as he moved, he was quickly pulled back by Song Shujing beside him.
Song Shujing's high-heeled shoes stepped on his feet, and he rolled his eyes in pain, wanting to faint.
Song Shujing pushed the person to Brother Jiuying, walked to the table and put away all the special products brought by Guo Sheng, and smiled softly at the small mirror, "Isn't there milk tea and cake here? Sister-in-law eat first These, the milk tea doesn’t taste good when it’s cold, and the cakes have to be eaten quickly. As for these specialties, don’t worry. Just put them in the Demon Management Bureau, and my sister-in-law can eat them every day when she comes to the Demon Management Bureau.”
Ji Huan glanced at Feng Chi's place, and under Song Shujing's hint, Feng Chi nodded in displeasure.
I said it's not delicious, why are you so persistent
Only then did Ji Huan sit back, patted the big hand still hooking his waist, "Relax, let go, I'm going to drink milk tea."
This time, Feng Chi took out the milk tea from his pocket very thoughtfully and proactively, tore off the packaging of the straw, inserted it into the cup, and handed it to Ji Huan.
Song Shujing: "..."
Others from the Demon Control Bureau: "..."
There is one thing to say, boss, your little thoughts are too obvious.
That's why their sister-in-law can't see it.
Ji Huan has always been a person who is easily satisfied, sitting cross-legged on Feng Chi's shoulder, drinking milk tea so comfortably that he forgot about the ham cake. Sitting for a long time with back pain, he leaned against Feng Chi's neck again, with his back against the artery, he felt that he could hear the sound of blood flowing in Feng Chi's body.
Guo Sheng's eyes unconsciously drifted towards Feng Chi and the little mirror, and he sighed in his heart after just one glance.
So intimate.
The dangerous and ambiguous place like the neck can still allow the small mirror to lean so close. Who can say that Feng Chi didn't fall... He can twist the man's head off and make him open his eyes to take a good look.
Thoughts were going back and forth, Guo Sheng still reported the current situation of Haishi in an orderly and clear manner.