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Ji Huan, who can conquer big bosses and win over employees, happily sat on Feng Chi's shoulders and swayed his legs.
The monsters in the Demon Control Bureau all have cars, but today they drive Feng Chi's Maybach.
Ji Huan sat on the shoulder of Feng Chi who was driving, and asked while shaking his legs: "Will I hinder you from driving? Are your shoulders sore? Do you want me to give you a massage?"
Feng Chi automatically filtered all Ji Huan's words.
The small mouth chattered, making him upset.
The only woman in the Monster Management Bureau has the right to have a single co-pilot seat, so she doesn't have to squeeze with three male monsters. Song Shujing propped her chin and looked at Ji Huan with a smile, "No, it's not sore, but I still have to press it."
Zhuo Guang also poked his head out of the crack and squeezed his head into the crack of the front seat, "A man like our boss is not a delicate girl, sister-in-law, how can you affect him by sitting on it with such a small body? Ah no, it affects I still will, if the boss’s thoughts are all on you, I won’t be able to drive properly.”
Zhuo Guang's performance and expression were so obvious that Ji Huan could understand what he meant without thinking.
only…
Feng Chi probably only got bored with him because he talked too much.
That's the biggest impact.
For the rest of the journey, Ji Huan stayed very quietly, occasionally turning around to chat with Zhuo Guang and the Jiuying brothers, listening to them talk about particularly interesting things in the demon world. Song Shujing in the passenger seat took out a lollipop from her small Hermes bag and handed it to Ji Huan. As the lollipop was handed over, his fingers inevitably touched the mirror. However, what made Ji Huan feel strange was that Song Shujing's fingers could only poke on the mirror, but not directly like Feng Chi.
Attracted by Ji Huan's attention, he stretched out his hand to grab the lollipop and pulled it in. He raised his eyes, "Sister Song, can't you poke it in?"
Song Shujing didn't understand what this meant until she was reminded by Ji Huan again.
Curiosity floated on her face, and after taking a sneak peek at Feng Chi, she carefully reached out and took the small mirror off the man's shoulder, and placed it in front of her. The finger poked the mirror again, and the beeping sound was very crisp.
"No, can the boss do it?"
Ji Huan glanced at Feng Chi, who was driving seriously, and said honestly, "It wasn't possible before, but yesterday he directly poked me in the stomach."
Song Shujing: "... this may be love. Love! Great! It can break through all obstacles!"
Ji Huan: "..."
Feng Chi: "..."
The venue of Peacock's BBQ is in the yard. The yard is very large and there are many guests, both humans and monsters. Seeing this, Ji Huan could only get into Feng Chi's pocket obediently, and quietly picked the pocket to look around.
But that's okay.
Song Shujing and the others came to Feng Chi's side from time to time, chatting with Feng Chi on the surface, but actually asking Ji Huan: "Sister-in-law, which one do you like to eat? Beef skewers or lamb skewers?"
Ji Huan stared at the beef skewers eagerly, "I want this."
Song Shujing responded with an "Okay", stepped on her eight-centimeter high heels and walked over to roast ten skewers of beef.
A minute later, Shi Ying came over, "Sister-in-law, do you want to eat baked tofu? I'm a must at baked tofu."
Ji Huan nodded repeatedly.
He had been to Dianchuan before he wore the book, and the baked tofu he ate was simply out of this world.
Two minutes later, Feng Chi looked at Zhuo Guang who was standing beside him, and frowned, the impatience in his eyes seemed to have reached its peak, "There is no end, why are you here again?"
Zhuo Guang suddenly felt a little strange, "I'm here to find my sister-in-law. Boss, I'm not looking for you. Why are you so impatient?"
Of course Zhuo Guang knew why. It's nothing more than seeing other people always looking for their own wives and getting jealous. Their boss is as possessive as a dog peeing on a territory.
Thinking about it, the smile on his face became brighter, and he lowered his voice a little bit more gentle when talking to Ji Huan, "Sister-in-law, roasted leeks or roasted beans?"
"Peanuts." Ji Huan whispered, picking at his pocket.
In fact, he really wanted to grill by himself, but unfortunately, he was just a small mirror that was useless now.
Zhuo Guang quickly responded, but when he turned to leave, he turned his head again, with a malicious expression on his face. He smiled at Feng Chi twice, and asked, "Boss, why don't you leave your sister-in-law to us? Look at my pocket, it's big and deep, and you can put a watermelon in it."
Not to mention the small body of their sister-in-law.
Ji Huan glanced at the pocket, but felt that there was nothing wrong with it. Feng Chi didn't like being part of the BBQ family at first glance, and his expression has been very calm since he came here. There is nothing here that interests him. In addition, Zhuo Guang and the others always came to ask him, Ji Huan was a little embarrassed.
Everyone took good care of him.
"Brother Zhuo, come closer, I'll jump in."
Zhuo Guang was overjoyed when he heard it, and quickly slapped Feng Chi again, shaking his pocket to reveal a big hole, and waited for Ji Huan to jump in by himself.
Ji Huan kicked back, and as soon as he took the ready position, a hand grabbed him and threw himself into the hole. Ji Huan fell into Zhuo Guang's pocket with a puff, and was dizzy for a while before turning over in it to reveal his head.
He looked at Feng Chi, "Feng Chi offered to help today, I'll write it down for you."
Feng Chi glanced at him coldly, turned and left.
Ji Huan: "Why do I take the initiative to remember his good deeds, and he still looks like I owe him the whole world?"
Zhuo Guang said cheerfully: "A man's heart is a needle in the bottom of his heart. Our boss is like this, sister-in-law, you just need to get used to it in the future."
Ji Huan: "I'm really not your sister-in-law. Look at him, if I were your sister-in-law, I would cry for three days and three nights."
Zhuo Guang was noncommittal, abducted the small mirror and walked directly to their grill. Ji Huan was surrounded by the four of them, and as the sky was getting dark, no one noticed that there was a small mirror on the table secretly eating skewers.
It was completely dark, and the yard was lit up with the peacock lantern carefully prepared by the boss. Peacocks made of glass sit quietly around, and the dim lights inside add a bit of hazyness to the night. The moonlight sprinkled a large area, faintly illuminating the objects on the table. The four monsters from the Demon Management Bureau were in high spirits, guessing fists and drinking while Ji Huan lay on the table and rubbed his eyes.
He was given a lot of wine by Zhuo Guang just now, although the four monsters thoughtfully prepared fruit wine for him, the alcohol content was not high, but drinking too much would have stamina, a bit of a hit. Ji Huan lay down and looked at the moon, the moon was very bright, until a shadow fell in front of his eyes, he blinked and looked again.
The moon was blocked by Feng Chi.
He squinted his eyes, and his voice was a little drunk, sounding like a coquettish voice, "Give way, block me from seeing the moon."
"What's so good about the moon?" Feng Chi answered casually, his eyes turned twice on Ji Huan's face, the little black spot turned red on his face, his eyes were wet, and he spoke with a nasal voice, sounding soft. Huhu, it looks like he drank too much.
He glanced at the four spirited monsters and asked Ji Huan, "How much did you drink?"
Ji Huan slowly got up from the table, plopped on Feng Chi's arm, stretched out his small hand to hug his arm, and said, "Just two bottles."
Feng Chi: "..."
This active appearance doesn't look like two bottles.
Feng Chi patted Song Shujing on the shoulder, Song Shujing looked back, narrowed her eyes and smiled a little naively, and didn't realize that her makeup was smudged. She tilted her head and asked Feng Chi with a smile: "Boss... what's the matter? I'm not drunk."
Feng Chi's face was expressionless: "Who cares if you're drunk or not? How much did you drink for him?"
He picked up the mirror while talking, Ji Huan and Song Shujing in the mirror looked at each other and suddenly laughed.
"Huanhuan, you have two heads."
"Sister Song, you have three!"
Feng Chi: "..."
"Sister Song, I can still drink a bottle! Pass me a bottle!" Ji Huan leaned over eagerly and muttered in a low voice. Song Shujing tilted her head and looked at him for two seconds, then suddenly picked up a large bottle of fruit wine in the shape of Coca-Cola from the bottom of the table, pushed it to Ji Huan, and said proudly, "Drink!"
Feng Chi: "..." So the two bottles are two bottles like this
Feng Chi brought the fruit wine over and put it back under the table, picked up the mirror without hesitation, stuck a finger in and poked Ji Huan's stomach. This stomach looks so flat and soft, how can you want to continue drinking after drinking two bottles
Is it a bottomless pit
He frowned and turned around in front of the other three. Shijiu was fine, he was still restrained among the four monsters, his eyes were only slightly drunk at the moment, after noticing Feng Chi's movements, he quickly stood up straight, "Boss, are you going back?"
"Did they drink too much?"
Shi Jiu nodded solemnly, and staggered the next second.
Feng Chi: "..."
He pinched the center of his brows with a headache, and was about to say something, when a voice suddenly sounded in his ear, "Feng Chi, Feng Chi, Feng Chi!"
He turned his head, and a small head protruded from the small mirror. Ji Huan's face was wrinkled and looked extremely distressed. When Feng Chi looked at him for the first time, he thought of something: "Urgent urination?"
Ji Huan let out a bewildered 'ah'.
Feng Chi rubbed his brows and tried to calm his impatience. He held the mirror in his palm and asked, "What's wrong?"
Ji Huan covered his face and seemed a little embarrassed, a pair of watery eyes appeared between his fingers, he whispered: "I want to transform."
Feng Chi: "..."
Five minutes later, Feng Chi came out of the peacock's bathroom with a little drunk cat on his shoulder. Ji Huan pressed his hot face to Feng Chi's neck, rubbed it against Feng Chi's neck again, and muttered, "Feng Chi, you are so kind."
Feng Chi: "Thank you, I know."
Ji Huan murmured, "I'm in a hurry to urinate again, can you take me to the bathroom? I feel so uncomfortable."
Feng Chi glanced at the bathroom behind him, and really wanted to drag the person on his shoulders off his shoulders and throw them out.
Just now I was tossing in the bathroom for a long time and didn't want to go to the bathroom, but now I can't help it when I come out.
Feng Chi asked expressionlessly: "Do you need to help me?"
Ji Huan covered his face and smirked, "Why are you so nice?"