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Feng Chi only moved his hand a little, and the chair that Ji Huan stepped on shook, his expression froze suddenly, and even his body was too stiff to move. Ji Huan held his breath, fearing that a little bit of breathing force would cause the chair under his feet to fall apart. However, even though Ji Huan thought very well, the chair shook him for a moment with a shaking arc that ordinary people could not understand, shaking him down.
Feng Chi opened his arms and hugged the boy smoothly. Whispered in Ji Huan's ear: "Is this throwing yourself into your arms?"
At first, Ji Huan felt embarrassed because he suddenly fell into Feng Chi's arms, but now when he heard the man's words, he suddenly realized everything. There was a little smile in Feng Chi's words, and anyone who had experienced that smile could understand what it meant.
Ji Huan was furious, "You did it on purpose!"
He said that the quality of this chair is usually so good, but now it is unstable on all fours and shakes so badly.
There was an innocent look in Feng Chi's eyes, he used to pretend he didn't know anything with a deadpan face. Ji Huan was furious and only heard the sentence "Where did you get the evidence to prove that I did it on purpose".
Ji Huan: "..."
Is this also called intentional
Ji Huan rolled his eyes, and didn't want to talk to Feng Chi, who was as thick-skinned as a city wall. A white light flashed, and the boy in Feng Chi's arms suddenly turned into a small mirror, which fell onto the man's lap. Ji Huan made a face at Feng Chi in the mirror, slapped his buttocks, rolled to the ground and left.
Feng Chi: "..."
Did Ji Huan not remember, several times he held the small mirror and shook it twice, and the small mirror immediately became a human. Feng Chi pinched his brows, and looked at the small mirror with some amusement, swaying his small body pretentiously and sliding from side to side, walking out with steps that no relatives would recognize.
Feng Chi decided to show him some face.
Ji Huan entered the guest room and didn't come out, deliberately handing over all the mess on the table to Feng Chi as a warning. But Feng Chi didn't care, he put away the dirty dishes casually, he threw the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, and turned around to go to his room to take a shower.
After taking a shower, he leaned on the bed and looked at his mobile phone. He was thinking about a certain angry little mirror, and he was debating whether to devote himself to it. What if Ji Huan was attracted by his abdominal muscles and agreed to him. Just as he was thinking, the doorbell suddenly rang. He froze for a moment, then casually put on his clothes and went to open the door. Standing outside the door was the courier from the villa area, the one Feng Chi often saw.
However, the courier's expression looked a little strange at this moment.
Under Feng Chi's slightly puzzled gaze, he pushed two boxes of milk in front of Feng Chi, with a complicated expression on his face: "Mr. Feng, this is bought by a gentleman named 'Feng Chi is a big pig's trotter'. "
The courier seemed to think that the ID of 'Feng Chi is a big pig's trotter' was very difficult to say, and he stumbled when speaking, and wanted to cover his face and turn around and run. In contrast, Feng Chi, who was inexplicably labeled as a 'big pig's trotter', behaved quite normally, without looking angry at all.
There is no doubt about who bought the milk in their family. What's more, only Ji Huan dared to take the ID of 'Feng Chi is a big pig's trotter'.
He nodded to the courier, "I see, thank you."
"You're welcome, you're welcome, then I'll go first."
After the courier left, Feng Chi picked up the milk and took a look. This milk is different from ordinary express delivery. It is not wrapped in anything, but there is a yellow post-it note on it, which reads: Since it is next to it, please take it directly to Mr. Feng Chi is a big pig's hoof. Come here, remember to praise it.
Feng Chi tore off the paper, then knocked on the door of Ji Huan's room with two boxes of milk. But after knocking twice, there was no sound. Feng Chi frowned slightly, and directly turned the doorknob with his hands.
When I came to the room, there was the sound of water rushing in the bathroom, and occasionally Ji Huan hummed a little song and two curses.
Unsurprisingly, the content of the scolding was 'Feng Chi Gou Bi'.
But... Feng Chi was really curious about what Ji Huan was thinking while taking a bath, so much so that he scolded him while taking a bath.
Feng Chi originally wanted to put down the milk box and leave, but now he gave up on this idea. He sat on Ji Huan's bed and opened a bottle of milk casually. Insert the straw into the bottle and suck it, it is a sweet smell.
Feng Chi: "..."
In silence, he turned over the milk bottle, revealing the label, which read: XX sweet milk.
How old are people who still like to drink sweet milk.
Ji Huan opened the door with a relaxed mood, and walked out with two big white legs. With a dry towel on his head, he lifted the hem of his black pajamas and wiped it on his face, wiping off the water droplets on his face. After wiping the drops of water from his eyes, he opened them and saw the man lying on his bed drinking milk at a glance.
Ji Huan: "..."
At this moment, Ji Huan didn't know whether to be angry with the other party for occupying his bed or angry with this guy for not calling him for milk.
And... why does the packaging of this milk look so familiar? Like the sweet milk he ordered tonight.
Ji Huan was still standing there hesitating, but Feng Chi had already asked, "Do you like sweet milk?"
"What's the meaning?!"
"The sweet milk you ordered has been delivered. It's at the supermarket where we often buy vegetables." Feng Chi looked at him distressedly, "I saw the price of this carton of milk when I passed by the milk aisle two days ago. fifteen."
Ji Huan listened to his words, his expression froze suddenly. If the price of one box is thirty-five, then two boxes are seventy yuan.
But the fact is that the promotional slogan of this milk is that the second carton is half price, and the two cartons cost him a total of about a hundred yuan.
Ji Huan: "..." It's a big loss.
Feng Chi looked at the young boy with a sluggish face, pulled him to his side with distress, and comforted him: "But it's okay, the most important thing is to have a good drink."
Money or not is not very important.
Even though Feng Chi kept comforting him, Ji Huan still felt that his heart had been pierced to pieces. He clutched his chest, wishing he could roll his eyes at the supermarket owner face to face. Probably because he was so focused on the price of the sweet milk that he didn't even notice Feng Chi was wiping his hair with a towel.
Until Feng Chi went to the side to get the hair dryer, Ji Huan turned his head in a click, "I can do it myself."
Feng Chi glanced at him, "I've already wiped it for you, and it won't take much time to blow it up for you."
Ji Huan thought that what she said was very reasonable.
He held his chin and sighed, letting Feng Chi play tricks on his head, still thinking about the half price of the second box. The sighs one after another made Feng Chi's hand movements pause, and he couldn't help but feel a little funny. He lowered his eyes and suggested, "Why don't you give me a kiss, and I'll help you teach the black-hearted boss of the supermarket a lesson tomorrow?"
Even if he knew that Feng Chi's words were a joke. But Ji Huan still glanced at him, and said in a low tone: "Forget it, I suddenly feel that these dozens of dollars are not a bad loss."
Feng Chi: "..."
A few seconds later, Feng Chi asked again: "I cook for you and dry your hair, aren't you moved at all?"
"I'm touched."
"Then why didn't you promise me?"
Ji Huan pinched the corner of his clothes and muttered softly, "Then I won't find a nanny."
In all fairness, Feng Chi's kindness to him can't use the word 'nanny' to humiliate him at all. Ji Huan has never been in a relationship before, so she always feels a little hypocritical. Furthermore, he appeared in this world unexpectedly, and fell in love with the big BOSS not long after... It seemed that something was not quite right.
He stretched out his paw and patted Feng Chi, "Don't worry, I won't scumbag you. I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer."
satisfactory reply.
For Feng Chi, a 'satisfactory reply' is nothing more than that they are really together. Now that I have basically made up my mind, why are you still shy
Feng Chi glanced over. Ji Huan crossed his hips and straightened his back, "I'm just a little uneasy, okay?"
"Okay, I'll erase your anxiety for you, and I'll give you enough sense of security." Feng Chi stroked his head, "Go to bed after drinking milk and brushing your teeth. This sweet milk is not bad."
Ji Huan glanced at him, "Remember to give the money."
Feng Chi smiled but said, "I've given you all the cards, I don't have any money. But if you pay for it, I'm willing."
Ji Huan: "Forget it, I will give it to you for free."
The next day, Feng Chi took Ji Huan, who was holding a bottle of sweet milk, to the Bureau of Demon Control. Sitting in the passenger seat, Ji Huan took out his mobile phone to check Weibo. I accidentally saw a Weibo in the same city that had been liked thousands of times.
[Shock! A bunch of drunks poured out of the back door of the XX bar! It is said that he was knocked out with a hidden weapon!]
Ji Huan: "..."
Ji Huan suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart. Could this XX bar be the one Song Shujing and the others went to last night? He wondered if he should ask Feng Chi, but the man just took a glance at the red light and confirmed it. He clicked on a picture and enlarged it several times, and pointed to a certain place to show Ji Huan: "Look at these, pistachio almonds, Song Shujing likes to eat."
It is also Song Shujing's favorite hidden weapon.
Being reminded like this, Ji Huan seemed to remember something that Song Shujing used to use this thing to overtake Zhuo Guang.
Seeing his almost suffocated expression, Feng Chi clicked his tongue softly, "That's why I told you not to follow her to the bar. It's okay to go to the restaurant to drink some wine. When you go to the bar, you can drink, sing, and dance, and you'll be easily attracted. "
Ji Huan clenched his fists, "Understood, I wrote it down."
Thinking about it, he glanced at Feng Chi again, "You are really a good person, I shouldn't have doubted you back then."
Feng Chi: "You don't need to say that."
He didn't really like listening to it anyway.
I got a lot of good person cards, but unfortunately I can't use them at all.
Ji Huan moaned and chirped twice, and opened the forum of monsters again. This forum was recommended to him by Shi Ying, and by the way, he used his mobile phone number to register a small account for Ji Huan, so that he could view more hidden content and even speak.
At a glance, the top hot post immediately attracted his attention.
[Shock! The big star Chang Xingzhou actually hunted monsters! The proof is as follows—]