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Guo Sheng was successfully twitched by his words, and said speechlessly, "Those who didn't know thought you were praising your wife for being pretty."
Feng Chi raised his eyes to look at him, "So can you take Zheng Kui away now? If you leave Zheng Kui outside alone, I can't guarantee that my staff won't do anything to him."
No matter how good they were, they couldn't compare to those four from the Demon Control Bureau.
Guo Sheng was speechless for a moment, pointed at Feng Chi's nose and shook his hands twice, but he still couldn't say anything, so he could only slap his butt and walk away holding his breath.
Feng Chi watched him leave, and didn't look down at the mirror until he could no longer see his back.
Seeing this, I was stunned.
The little black spot covered her face and groaned, with a shy expression on her face, "I'm so good-looking, as expected of the person I'm looking for, I really have a good eye."
Feng Chi: "..."
Little Black Spot rubbed her flushed face again, revealing a beautiful face, "Hey, I'm so embarrassed to praise you."
Feng Chi: "..."
Feng Chi rubbed his eyebrows, a little funny. There is nothing wrong with what he said. In all fairness, the little black dot looks really good-looking, especially the pair of peach blossom eyes, which are more beautiful than any eyes Feng Chi has ever seen. It's just that he can praise others for their good looks in front of them, can he do this
Ji Huan, who was praised by Feng Chi for his good looks, was a little smug all day long, and didn't care about being framed up.
Song Shujing and the others watched Guo Sheng lead the people away, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Team Leader Guo often comes here when he has time, it's fine to come alone."
Zhuo Guang hummed twice, "I'll treat Group Leader Guo to dinner then."
The staff of the Bureau of Demon Control did not take Zheng Kui seriously at all.
Guo Sheng was annoyed and funny when he heard it. He didn't know why Song Shujing and others hated Zheng Kau so much, and even made their dislike of Zheng Kau so obvious and undisguised. He waved at Song Shujing and Zhuo Guang, turned his head and pulled Zheng Kui and said in a low voice, "Don't mind, they are all spoiled by Feng Chi, and they don't like anyone else."
This is not wrong. Feng Chi, the boss of the Demon Control Bureau, doesn't manage his subordinates like a branch at all, with distinct classes. The Devil's Control Bureau is not so much a place of work, but more like a big family.
As long as Song Shujing and the others don't do too much, Feng Chi won't interfere.
Those who can enter the Demon Management Bureau are all great demons, and they still retain their own tempers, which can't be worn away after thousands of years, so it's better to let them do as they please.
Guo Sheng said again: "Feng Chi's stinky temper, he said one thing. But the Monster Management Bureau does not lack manpower. Regardless of their small number of people, they are all top-notch. It's okay if you can't get into the Monster Management Bureau. I'm in the city. Come in as you please."
What Guo Sheng said was also explaining to Zheng Kui.
Zheng Kui smiled slightly, "I know, Uncle Guo. If Uncle Guo doesn't dislike it, it would be great for me to come to you. This is my honor."
Guo Sheng was delighted to hear this. This kid has a good heart and can talk. I don't know why Feng Chi doesn't like that guy
Instead, let him take advantage of it.
Guo Sheng hooked his shoulders and led him back to Linshi.
After bidding farewell to Guo Sheng, Zheng Kui clicked his tongue, turned around and called someone, "Keep an eye on Dian Fengchi."
What the hell, I really take myself seriously.
At night, while Feng Chi was falling asleep, Ji Huan carefully tiptoed across the bed and climbed onto the window sill. In fact, Ji Huan wanted to sleep secretly on Feng Chi's bed like last time, and Feng Chi's quilt was so soft that he wanted to bury himself in it. But he was also worried that he would sleep like a piggy, in case Yanchi turned over and found something on his leg, and opened his eyes to see—oh, it's revealed.
Ji Huan could only try to jump onto the window sill, cautious and restrained. When he finally climbed onto the window sill, he breathed a sigh of relief, opened his limbs and relaxed his body to practice. Little did he know, the person on the bed opened his eyes in the dark, with a little helplessness in his eyes.
Where did this little black spot come from so confident that he couldn't find it
However, hearing the comfortable humming sound from the little black spot, Feng Chi closed his eyes as he wished, and fell asleep peacefully.
The next morning, Feng Chi opened his eyes and glanced at the window sill. The little mirror was lying on its side quietly, the little black spot was in a deep sleep, and the black pajamas were lifted up a section, revealing a slender waist that was so white that it almost glowed.
Seal the amount of late support.
The man leaning against the bed stared at the small mirror for a while, and finally waved his hand. It was as if the wind gently lifted the small mirror, and then gently placed it on the table. When Ji Huan woke up, his face was full of confusion.
The bedroom was empty and there was no sound. He quickly straightened up and carefully looked around the bedroom, but he didn't see Feng Chi. Immediately afterwards, he stared at the big bed not far away and froze.
Last night... Didn't he go to the windowsill? Why is it back on the table now
Did you come back from sleepwalking in the middle of the night
Well, it doesn't seem impossible, right
Ji Huan scratched his chin and looked at the window sill in confusion. The whole day, he was a little uneasy. Feng Chi must have gone to work. If Feng Chi hadn't been there before, he would have been bouncing around in the house. But today is a bit different, as long as Ji Huan calms down, he will think that he is not lying on the window sill this morning like last night.
Nervous and apprehensive.
He jumped onto Feng Chi's bed and lay down, even the soft quilt couldn't give him much comfort. Ji Huan looked up at the ceiling and sighed.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, Feng Chi finally went home. But Feng Chi was very calm the whole time, as if he didn't notice the small mirror on the table. Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Ji Huan watched Feng Chi walk by with his long legs, as if he didn't exist.
Sure enough, he is a boss, and he doesn't care about such a baby at all.
While feeling sad, Ji Huan breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that he did come back by himself last night. He must have been hinting in his heart during the day that he wanted to go back to the table and not let Feng Chi find out, so he ran back when he was sleepy at night.
It's not like Ji Huan has never done this kind of thing before.
Before wearing books, Ji Huan would put his phone under his pillow when he went to sleep at night, but when he woke up the next day, his phone would often appear on the right side of the pillow. Waking up in the middle of the night to look at your phone and then plugging it in everywhere led to this result.
It's normal, it's because he thinks too much.
Ji Huan hummed twice to himself, successfully persuading himself in his heart.
In the early morning, Hebei Street was supposed to be bustling with people, but the atmosphere today was extremely depressing. Song Shujing and the others stood at the door of the Demon Management Bureau, their eyes were cold, and their brows and eyes were full of frost.
The Demon Control Bureau is surrounded by small shops of ordinary people, including breakfast stalls, small restaurants, and teahouses. At this moment, the simple dining cart made of tricycles fell to the ground, as if being crushed by heavy objects, and half of the car body became a pile of scrap iron. The gates of the teahouse and the small restaurant were all broken, and several large holes were broken in the old and yellowed walls, revealing a terrifying silhouette faintly.
The owner of the teahouse and the small restaurant stood next to each other, with distressed faces on his face, "What the hell is going on! I was fine when I left after ten o'clock last night. Why did it suddenly become like this after one night? It's over! Oh, what can I do now?"
Residents on the old street next to him quickly comforted, "Don't worry, Uncle Chen, we just called the police station. The police will definitely find the Chilo who did the bad things."
The black Maybach stopped not far away, and Song Shujing saw Feng Chi getting out of the car at a glance. Immediately ran over with her new Hermes bag in high heels, "Boss, something happened!"
Feng Chi's eyes fell on the miserable houses on both sides of the Demon Management Bureau, and he said in a low voice, "Go in and talk."
Inside the Demon Management Bureau, Feng Chi was sitting on the sofa, and Song Shujing was holding a note, "I took a quick look just now, and there should be some unsightly things trying to come to our Demon Management Bureau last night. But there is a boss in the Demon Management Bureau Ordinary monsters cannot enter the barrier you have set up. So... it is also possible to vent your anger on the next door."
Zhuo Guang hummed, "I just went in to take a look, and there was a big footprint inside, so I took a picture."
As Zhuo Guang said, he immediately took out his phone and put the photo in front of Feng Chi. Feng Chi only glanced at it and frowned, "This is the footprint of Zhu Wu."
Song Shujing and others all said 'Ah-'.
"梼杌? Isn't there only one 梼杌 left in this world? And it's still locked in Linshi, how could it suddenly appear here? Boss, are you reading it wrong?"
Feng Chi's expression was cold, "That's right, call Guo Sheng. Are the human police here?"
Song Shujing: "Not yet, but it should be here soon."
Feng Chi nodded, turned around and walked out of the Demon Management Bureau.
The small restaurant and teahouse next door to the Demon Control Bureau have been open for decades, most of the customers are residents of the old street, and some come here just because of their reputation. The owner of the small restaurant is an old man in his fifties, everyone calls him Uncle Chen. Chen Bo is quite old and has no children, so he helps some poor students from time to time. A few days ago, Song Shujing was still chatting about a child that Uncle Chen sponsored had a serious illness, and Uncle Chen donated the rest of the money.
Such a person should have a smooth life and immeasurable merit.
Now he is sitting on the ground choking and crying bitterly.
"Xiao Jing's child still has to undergo surgery. I'm still thinking about attracting more business recently, so I get off work late every day. What can I do now..."
The people around hurriedly helped him up, just at this moment, the siren blared, and it was the police who came. The leading police officer froze for a moment when he saw Feng Chi standing outside the crowd.
Monsters hide in the world, but there is no clear distinction between monsters and humans. The demon world and humans are also connected. There is a special organization on the human side to contact the demon world to discuss various things together. In addition to this organization, there are also some departments that know the existence of the demon world.
This police officer is.
He walked up to Feng Chi quickly, Feng Chi whispered something to him, the police officer nodded repeatedly. A minute later, the police officer came to Uncle Chen and the others, supported Uncle Chen and said, "Don't worry, old man, leave this matter to our police, and we will help you find that bastard. By the way, I heard that the child you sponsored is sick and so on." Surgery? You don't have to worry, we are here."
Seeing Uncle Chen's mood gradually ease, Feng Chi went back to the Demon Management Bureau. The office door was opened a crack, and when Feng Chi looked in, he happened to see a small mirror lying on the window staring at the commotion outside.
The small mirror was leaning against the window sill, trying to stretch its neck and look out. When Feng Chi got out of the car, he quietly poked his head out of Feng Chi's clothes pocket and saw the dilapidated appearance of the small restaurant, but he retracted after only looking at it for two seconds, fearing that Feng Chi would find out.
Now Feng Chi is going to deal with things, the whole office is his!
Looking from the window here, you can just see a corner of the small restaurant, and you can also see the policeman bowing his head to comfort the old man. Ji Huan sighed with emotion, suddenly became light-headed, and with a scream, his whole body directly rolled over the window sill and hit the concrete floor outside.
bang-
Snapped-
The two 'loud noises' and the pain in his body made Ji Huan dizzy. He got up from the ground, clutching his head and howling.
"it hurts… "
If he was a human being, his head would fall on the ground, and the head would be broken in two.
Standing at the door, Feng Chi watched the mirror accidentally flipped down the windowsill and screamed again, the corners of his mouth twitching.
Feng Chi thought there was something wrong with the mirror before, and there might be some ulterior motive for appearing beside him. But now, he decided to apologize to Little Mirror for his thoughts.
Stupid, I really don't have the ability to be an undercover agent by his side.
But Feng Chi didn't go in, he just leaned against the wall and looked at the small mirror while muttering 'it hurts', 'it hurts to death', 'my brain is going to break', while jumping in from the outside with difficulty.
The small mirror has no legs, so it can only rely on its own bulging body to slam into it like a small cannonball.
After going back and forth seven or eight times, the small mirror finally got on the floor through the window sill, but he didn't stop the car for a while, and rolled on the floor several times.
Ji Huan was so knocked that he was sore all over, his head was swollen and dizzy. At this time, several voices came from outside.
"What happened to the boss's office? Did you hear the sound?!"
"Didn't I have a thief?!"
"Would you like to go in and have a look?"
Ji Huan didn't care about his head for a while, he jumped on the table and pretended to be dead.
Damn, it's so hard to make a mirror.
The author has something to say: Ji Huan: It is so difficult to make a mirror, and it is so difficult to cover a vest.
Feng Chi: It's so hard to pretend that you haven't discovered the secret of the small mirror even though you have discovered it, and you even have to help him cover his vest.