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Feng Chi is not interested in his wife, but he likes to tease the little black dot. The little black dot's lovely, loving and breathless look of last helplessness is really addictive.

Ji Huan was depressed for a whole day, but Feng Chi was more conscientious, at least he didn't toss on Ji Huan's head when he slept at night. At five in the morning, Ji Huan awakened from his dream with a sweaty face. He sat up from the ground with a clatter, recalling the dream just now.

Feng Chi's cold-faced monster struggled to find a wife, but because he was addicted to dressing up the small mirror every day, his wife couldn't bear it, so Feng Chi kicked him. Under Feng Chi's desperation, he suddenly pulled his little pity out of the mirror and tortured inhumanly.

Ji Huan swallowed, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and quietly glanced at Feng Chi there.

The man's face was facing him, his chin was hidden in the bedding, and the sharp eyebrows looked softer now. Ji Huan exclaimed.

How can a good big man have the quirk of dressing up a small mirror?

At eight in the morning, Feng Chi went to work with a small mirror as usual. Today I wore a knitted mirror cover that Zhuo Guang bought for the small mirror, pink. Ji Huan opened his arms like a dead fish, allowing Feng Chi to mess with him.

Today he put his words here, sooner or later Feng will suffer because of this perverted hobby.

Ji Huan's mouth sneered, and the next second he poked his soft cheek with one hand, and then pinched his face again.

Ji Huan: "..."

Oh shit! ! I wo n’t scold, wo n’t it! ! You let me go!

Ji Huan was squeezed for a while, he kept humming, Feng Chi took his hand slowly back, and said to himself: "I thought it was dirty here, it turned out to be my dazzle."

Ji Huan: "..."

To tell a joke, in addition to the quirks of dressing up, Feng Chi was not even able to look at him.

Ji Huan, whose face was squeezed, sat cross-legged on the ground with his head cleverly, and went to the demon administration together with Feng Chi. As soon as he entered the Demon Administration Bureau, Song Shujing was full of surprises, and then he gathered around Feng Chi and asked, "Boss, do you ... give my sister-in-law clothes?"

Feng Chi: "?"

Ji Huan: "..."

Song Shujing smiled shyly, "I bought a good thing yesterday afternoon and sent it to me this morning. I looked really good and wanted to give it to my sister-in-law."

Feng Chi's cold face collapsed a bit at this moment. He reached into his pocket and rubbed a small mirror. Ji Huan kicked it directly. Although it didn't help, he at least showed his truest mood at the moment. Too.

"What did you buy?"

Upon hearing this, Song Shujing knew there was a play, and quickly took out what she had prepared in the drawer. A face-sized box, gilded, with a huge pale pink bow on it. As far as this box is concerned, the taste is really not good.

Song Shujing is a wolf. Without saying anything, he dismantled the seemingly expensive box and threw it into the trash bin, and handed the neatly arranged objects to Feng Chi's hands.

That's a ... pink white rabbit ear mirror cover.

Song Shujing looked serious: "I bought it at a large price, even a famous brand, even if it is thirty-two thousand, I do n’t have it. You do n’t know, boss. It ’s crazy for girls to buy online! I can pay thirty-two thousand. Money, but I ca n’t post for ten dollars. And today, I paid. Do you know how much I expect of you? "

With Feng Chi's understanding of his employees, if he didn't give Song Shujing the face, the postage of ten yuan was enough to make Song Shujing go to the old street to scold the street.

Feng Chi took the pink-white rabbit ears, nodded, and took out the small mirror directly from his pocket. He took off the knitted mirror cover that he had brought out this morning and put a pink-white rabbit ear on his head.

Song Shujing covered her face: "It's so beautiful! Boss, the mirror borrows from me!"

Feng Chi glanced at him blankly, carrying rabbit ears away.

You can send equipment, want to take the mirror? impossible.

Song Shujing: "..." is so cold and ruthless.

At twelve noon, the boss of the demon administration and four employees went to the small restaurant next to Chen Bo. He said that he was going to check the post, and wanted to see if the socialist transformation of the post was perfect, but it was really greedy. I want to try Chen Bo's craftsmanship.

Uncle Chen saw a few young people coming next door, and the wrinkles in the corner of his eyes were all piled together. He took Zhuo Guang left and right, and said happily: "Are you busy lately? It seems like you are thin."

Zhuo Guang and Chen Bo have a good relationship, and they also smiled and answered: "Okay, I've lost weight recently. The girl I'm chasing doesn't like me to be too fat!"

Shi Ying grabbed his brother Shi Jiu's arm and whispered, "What girl did Zhuo chase?"

Have n’t you always been the young lady in the tea shop looking after him?

Shi Jiu rubbed his younger brother's fluffy head and twitched his lips: "What girl is he chasing? It's as unbelievable as the boss looking for a mirror to be his wife."

Shi Ying frowned.

But ... how does he think that looking at the situation of their boss, it is not impossible to find a wife as a mirror.

The five people took a mirror and sat down in the corner of the small restaurant. Ji Huan was hiding in the mirror, grabbing the rabbit ears on his head and was reluctant to go out to meet people. Feng Chi knew that he was considerate and thoughtful, and he didn't take out the mirror.

The five people spoke, and slowly moved a dipper beside them. The wound on his face was almost ready, and he began to hook up with the little girl who had come to the restaurant to eat. These girls are basically staff of nearby shops. Holding up the paper and pen, he asked mutely, "What do the five want to eat?"

Zhuo Guang glanced at him. "One is sweet and sour."

Zhuo: "..."

Quietly shrunk into a ball, "Is there a sweet and sour fish?"

Song Shujing propped her chin, "Fill another plate of mushrooms and stir fry."

Zhuo swallowed saliva, "Okay, fried mushrooms with mushrooms."

I ordered a few dishes casually, and immediately turned around and ran. The backs of a group of people saw Zhuo Guang astonishingly, "Hey, you said, this one looks so courageous, how come we came here The demon control bureau also said to give us some colors? "

Song Shujing looked disgusted: "But you can't deny that he looks really stupid."

Shi Jiu: "Rather than thinking about why he came to the Demon Authority, it is better to think about how he came out. The door of the caretaker said it opened?

A few people looked at each other and looked at Feng Chi together.

Feng Chihui looked at the small mirror in his palm and plucked the rabbit ear on his head. After noticing the sight of several people, he put the mirror back into his pocket, and the tone was dull after Zhuo Guang et al.'S inexhaustible gaze, "Guo Sheng will investigate."

Zhuo Guang: "Boss, why do you like to look at the demon mirror so much?"

Feng Chi: "No?"

Zhuo Guang: "It's not like that, it just makes me panicked."

He had just laughed when he heard Feng Zhi's "abnormal" comment on Feng Chi. And now, he suddenly felt that his eyes were very good, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Strange ... horrible.

Ji Huan crossed his head and nodded in agreement with Zhuo Guang's words, "return rabbit ears, what taste, vomit!"

Feng Chi: "..."

The man was silent for two seconds and said, "Wait for me to bring a glass of Boba milk green later."

Zhuo Guang ‘ah’ uttered, but did not expect Feng Chi to say such a sudden sentence. Why do you suddenly want to drink Boba milk green?

He frowned: "Boss, you didn't drink the last time you bought it. Why do you want Boba milk green?"

Feng Chi expressionless: "Bath."

Zhuo Guang: "?"

Although there are one million questions in his mind, Zhuo Guang has always considered the boss as an employee. What the boss said, that is. Shortly after lunch, Zhuo Guang returned with eight cups of milk tea, followed by the younger sister of the milk tea shop who was carrying a cup of milk tea. The young lady met Song Shujing and others' eyes, embarrassedly hiding behind Zhuo Guang, "Hello everyone."

Zhuo Guang: "Cough, I can't take it anymore, let Xiaoling help bring it in. You divide it first, I took the six cups to the boss and let him take a bath."

Put all six cups of milk tea on Feng Chi's table. Feng Chiren was away. Just now Guo Sheng seemed to get some news, so he took Feng Chi away and whispered. However, Zhuo Guang was a subordinate who posted on his own. He opened all the milk tea, went to find a pot, and poured all six cups of milk tea into it.

Bathing is not good, but washing your face is still possible.

Before leaving, Zhuo Guang scratched the rabbit ears of the small mirror with an itchy hand. However, what Zhuo Guang did not expect was that his hand only exerted a little force, and the small mirror was planted entirely, and the grunt fell into the basin filled with milk tea.

Zhuo Guang: "..."

I have reason to suspect that you are touching porcelain!

The door behind him was pushed open. Feng Chi walked in and raised his eyes. He saw Zhuo Guang hurriedly blocking the big basin behind him, and he was frightened and aggrieved.

He really didn't expect his strength to be so great, he pulled the small mirror down.

Feng Chi: "... what are you doing?"

A gurgling sound sounded in his ear, and Feng looked at the probe suspiciously, only to see a mirror undulate in the teapot, and a burping sound was also made.

Feng Chi: "..."

Zhuo Guang: "..."

Zhuo Guang took a breath, and immediately ran to Feng Chi's poor explanation: "Boss, listen to me, don't you say you want to take a bath? You can't take a bath, but I gave you a bowl of milk tea to wash your face. As a result, guess what! This demon mirror, he actually fell in himself! I thought, he must also like to drink milk tea, do you think it makes sense? "

Ji Huan hiccuped after drinking milk tea: "?"

Feng Chi: "..."

Feng Chi really didn't expect that he wanted to exhale the little black dots casually in the restaurant, but now the little black dots are really what he wants?

Feng Chi looked at Zhuo Guang: "Do you think your **** makes sense?"

Zhuo Guang: "............ Sorry boss, I was wrong. I will pick up my sister-in-law and wash it to dry it before returning it to you."

Feng Chi kicked out without saying a word.

Feng Chi walked over to the washbasin, and the small mirror leaned arrogantly against the edge of the washbasin. Anyway, Zhuo Guang, the culprit, had already gone, and Feng Chi didn't know his posture at the time. It ’s okay to pretend to be leaning like that.

The little black spot in the mirror hiccupped while covering her mouth, with a few sighs from the heart: "I can skip milk tea for a month."

Feng Chi: "..."

The author has something to say: Ji Huan: I can come to QWQ a few times for such a touch of porcelain