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After Feng Chi made such a fuss, Ji Huan naturally couldn't sleep. He slowly got up from the bed, and solemnly put the lop-eared rabbit back on the head of the bed. He was about to walk to the bathroom with bare feet. Feng Chi frowned, grabbed his clothes and pulled him in front of him, "Put on the slippers, the toiletries are still in my bedroom."
Ji Huan scratched his head, remembering that it was indeed the case. He stepped on the slippers that Feng Chi had replaced and walked out. Feng Chi's slippers were bigger than his, and they made a lot of noise when they walked in them. He tried to open his eyes wide, but closed them as if giving up after only a few seconds. Last night he kept dreaming, and the dream was full of Feng Chi. After one night, Ji Huan felt exhausted.
It was as if it had been hollowed out overnight.
Ji Huan walked in front, and Feng Chi followed behind to watch him stagger towards the door. But Ji Huan's sense of crisis was still very strong. When he was only a few centimeters away from the door, he turned to the next door and successfully entered the master bedroom. Feng Chi watched from behind with question marks all over his face.
Why in the world are there such confused people? And looking at Ji Huan's action, it is obviously cultivated by years of habit.
Five minutes later, Ji Huan finally woke up and came out of the bathroom with his face covered in water. As soon as he looked up, he saw Feng Chi staring at him, he touched his face unconsciously, his voice was still hoarse, "Didn't I wash my face?"
"It's clean. I have a question to ask you." Feng Chi asked under Ji Huan's curious gaze, "Have you never bumped into a door while walking with your eyes closed?"
Ji Huan: "...No." No wonder.
But looking at Feng Chi's indescribable expression, Ji Huan could think that if he told the truth, Feng Chi would definitely laugh at him. And he would never give Feng Chi such a chance.
Feng Chi was not surprised to hear this answer. Children especially like to be brave. He responded casually, took Ji Huan's clothes and led him to the living room outside. Ji Huan didn't notice that Feng Chi had already gone out and came back, he thumped the door twice and refused to move, "Didn't you say that I'm going to buy pancakes and fruit today? I'm going back to my room to change clothes. You don't want to put me on the dining table Just let me drink porridge and it's over!"
"Going to buy pancakes and fruit at this time of sleep, why should the uncle wait for you?" Feng Chi felt disgusted and flicked his forehead twice, pinching the back of his neck to make him look at the dining table, "Quick It's getting cold, go eat quickly."
From this angle, you can just see a white plastic pocket on the dining table. Inside the plastic bag was a leather-colored paper bag, which immediately reminded Ji Huan of Pancake Fruit. He stepped on his slippers and walked towards the living room. Feng Chi followed behind him and looked at his happy back and raised his eyebrows. He was in a good mood.
"This pie is huge."
"Yeah. It doesn't matter if you can't eat it." Feng Chi said.
Ji Huan touched his stomach, very confident in his appetite. He ate for a while and thought about what he hadn't done last night. He ran back to the guest room and got his phone, staring at Feng Chi eagerly, "Shall we add a WeChat?"
"WeChat?" The man looked at him, frowning, the meaning was self-evident.
Ji Huan: "..." Feng Chihui, an old cadre, doesn't even know about WeChat, right
Or, just simply don't like to use it.
Ji Huan asked tentatively: "Aren't you going to use it? Shall I get one for you?"
Feng Chi nodded: "Okay."
Facts have proved that Feng Chi is very casual in a certain way. Ji Huan glanced at the mobile phone he handed over. Although it was the latest smart phone of the same model as him, Feng Chi hadn't used the smart phone for its real purpose at all. He can also use an old machine for him. A glance at the software on the phone shows that most of them come with the system. He first downloaded a WeChat, registered an account, and added his own WeChat before returning Feng Chi.
Ji Huan watched Feng Chi fiddle with the phone after taking it with downcast eyes, and couldn't help but ask him: "I usually pay by phone, I think you use the phone."
Feng Chi was expressionless: "There is Alipay." As the director of the Bureau of Demon Control, he was not that far behind.
Ji Huan was even more confused when he heard the words, "You already got Alipay, why don't you use WeChat?"
Feng Chi: "I don't chat."
Ji Huan thought so too. Feng Chi didn't look like he liked chatting with people. It is indeed understandable that Alipay can’t download WeChat. He propped his chin and poked at the phone screen, "Next time, let's chat across a wall."
Feng Chi: "..." It sounds so sad, it's better not to talk.
After breakfast, Ji Huan went to change clothes, and after Feng Chi got into the car, it was already past nine thirty. Feng Chi looked at the time on his watch and was a little silent. He realized that if there is Ji Huan who likes to sleep late in the family, the number of late arrivals will probably skyrocket in the future. But... who made him the director.
It's okay to be late.
Several monsters from the Demon Management Bureau were busy because of the victim in the hospital, and only Shi Ying was left in the hall to guard the house. Shi Ying looked a bit bored, propped his chin and stared at the phone in a daze, until he heard movement coming from the door, he immediately raised his head and his eyes glowed.
"Boss, Huanhuan, you are finally here!" Shi Ying rushed out and pulled Ji Huan and ran to the sofa. He reached out and took out a bag of snacks from the compartment under the coffee table, "This is I bought it by the way when I came here today. This Roujiamo is really delicious, it will be cold soon, eat it quickly.”
Ji Huan's eyes lit up, and a cough suddenly sounded behind him the next second. Subconsciously, he turned his head and noticed that Feng Chi was looking at the two of them with his eyebrows frowned, and his eyes still glanced at the Roujiamo in their hands from time to time. Ji Huan was taken aback, and suddenly remembered that he never asked Feng Chi if he had eaten in the morning.
There is only one pancake fruit that I bought.
He looked at the Roujiamo in his hand, tentatively passed it forward, and before he could finish his sentence, Feng Chi took it unhurriedly, took a bite, and walked straight to the office.
Ji Huan bit his finger and watched Feng Chi leave sadly. After a while, he turned his head to look at Shi Ying, Shi Ying was biting the roujiamo with an unbelievable expression on his face. In Shi Ying's memory, their eldest has always disliked this kind of food. Usually they don't take Feng Chi much when they eat takeout, because Feng Chi can't stand their hot and sour noodles, snail noodles, mala tang, and a series of non-rice foods. But today, Feng Chi broke what he had always known.
When Shi Ying came back to his senses, he noticed Ji Huan's sad expression, and was about to say something when he heard Ji Huan say, "Could it be that you really only bought my share of pancakes when you went out this morning?"
Shi Ying was stunned, "Boss went out to buy pancakes for you today?"
Ji Huan nodded. Shi Ying understood, "The boss must not have eaten it. We ordered pancakes and fruit takeaway once before, and asked the boss specifically, but he said he didn't like it."
So, it was really just because he mentioned it before going to bed last night that he ran out to buy him pancakes this morning
Ji Huan blinked, and his heart suddenly beat a little faster.
At noon, Shi Jiu and Zhuo Guang went back to the Demon Management Bureau, claiming to be back for dinner. All meals in the Bureau of Demon Management, no matter if they order takeout or eat out, most of them are reimbursed by Feng Chi. Zhuo Guang, a monster, has been saving money for decades, but he has not been able to save much money. He usually only enjoys Feng Chi's glory. Feng Chi has no objection to this.
In fact, Zhuo Guang and the four monsters paid for the table and chair decorations in the Demon Management Bureau. Things like tables and chairs will not work after a few years, and they have to be replaced, all at Zhuo Guang's money. Feng Chi knew that they also wanted to do something for the Demon Management Bureau, so he didn't refuse.
Today's lunch is sweet and sour pork ribs, stir-fried vegetables and seaweed soup, plus a bowl of rice with plump grains. Zhuo Guang gulped down his food, frowned and said vaguely: "Shi Jiu and I have basically figured out the monster's residence, so we'll go over to have a look after we finish eating."
Feng Chi hummed, thought for a while, and caught sight of the young man who was puffing out his cheeks and eating ribs. Ji Huan squinted his eyes and spat out a bone, then scooped up the juice from the sweet and sour pork ribs and poured it over the rice. A mouthful of rice tasted so good that his eyes lit up.
He withdrew his gaze and said softly, "Let's go together later."
Zhuo Guang was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to say something like "You don't need to worry about this trivial matter", but when his eyes touched Ji Huan inadvertently, he immediately understood. He nodded, "Okay, it's good to accumulate some merits for Huanhuan, so as not to suddenly change back when it happens, I have no mental preparation at all."
Feng Chi's hand holding the chopsticks paused for a moment, his eyes turned around Zhuo Guang and Shi Ying, thinking of something, his eyes darkened, and he continued to eat for a while.
After dinner, the table was cleared, Zhuo Guang picked his teeth and went out carrying the garbage bag, while Shi Ying and Ji Huan lazily leaned against the old tree in the yard like cats who were full. Ji Huan took out a piece of strawberry-flavored white chocolate in his pocket and handed it to Shi Ying, "Sister Song gave it to me yesterday. It tastes so good that even Feng Chi likes it."
Shi Ying's eyes lit up, and then he asked curiously: "Boss still eats this? He didn't even want it when we gave it to him before. What's the matter, feelings still depend on the person."
Feng Chi stood at the window watching Ji Huan and Shi Ying squeeze their heads together and talk in a low voice.
Shi Jiu looked in his direction and smiled: "A Ying and Ji Huan get along very well. Two days ago, when A Ying went to the supermarket to buy snacks, she remembered to bring a copy for Ji Huan."
Feng Chi didn't speak, and frowned in deep thought, not knowing what he was thinking. Shi Jiu didn't care, until when he turned to leave, Feng Chi suddenly said, "Why don't you call him sister-in-law?"
Hearing such a question suddenly, Shi Jiu's head froze for a moment, and his eyes revealed a bit of confusion.
He glanced at Feng Chi twice, their boss looked very calm, as if he really just asked him a simple question casually. He looked at Ji Huan outside the window again. Ji Huan and Shi Ying probably talked about something interesting, and they smiled brightly.
He remembered that when Ji Huan was drinking that night, he lay on Shi Ying's shoulder and repeatedly emphasized to them that he and Feng Chi did not have that kind of relationship...
Shi Jiu came back to his senses, and smiled awkwardly, "I just understand. And Boss, didn't you yourself say that Ji Huan is not our sister-in-law?"
In fact, they all know it in their hearts. At first it was a joke, but later they found out that Feng Chi was really different to Ji Huan, the joke seemed to be getting closer to the truth, so they became casual. Later, Feng Chi and Ji Huan denied it one after another, and their relationship warmed up after drinking with Ji Huan, so naturally they couldn't make fun of their friends anymore.
But... Having said that, they still felt that the word 'sister-in-law' had to be placed on Ji Huan in the end.
Listening to Shi Jiu's answer, Feng Chi pursed his lips for a moment. His eyes fell on Ji Huan again, and he suddenly said, "It doesn't matter if you don't change your mind."