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Ji Huan was hung upside down with no expression at all, but he wanted to kick Feng Chi's body fiercely. Relying on being held upside down, the mirror will shake with Feng Chi's movements, Ji Huan occasionally kicks his legs and hits Feng Chi's legs by force.

The fire is very strong, but the strength is not enough to watch.

Feng Chihui looked at him and captured his thoughts clearly, but he didn't stop him. Anyway, so little effort can do nothing.

After shaking all the way, bumping all the way, finally returned to Feng Chi's home with difficulty. Ji Huan hugged his arms pitifully, then lifted his shirt and glanced quietly at the waist of his eyes, seeing nothing, but still a little pain spreading.

What's wrong with Feng Chi? The force is not strong, but the reaction force is a bit unbearable.

Ji Huan put out a finger and poked his waist, and he put down his clothes anxiously, cross-legged and angry.

Not knowing--

Feng Chi silently removed his eyes and his eyes fell on the umbrella at the top of the shoe cabinet. The umbrella was under heavy rain for a month before, and Song Shujing couldn't stand the rough guys of the Demon Administration Bureau all day in the rain and then bought it online. The umbrella follows Song Shujing's taste. There is a small person on top. The expressions and movements of each small person on the umbrella are different.

He hasn't used this umbrella for a long time. But ... it feels good for little black spots.

Feng Chi tried to use other things to divert his attention, but in fact it was counterproductive.

Because no matter what, even an umbrella, he can think of people from the umbrella. In particular, the man's waist was as white as warm jade.

Feng Chi turned back annoyedly, and the little black dots rolled up his trouser legs again. The black wide pajamas lined his calves with white and thin legs, which made people feel unhealthy. However, upon hearing the mumble, all the unhealthy became helpless.

"It's really hard, is the prototype a stone monster? It must be ugly." Ji Huan squeezed the calf. "It turns out Zhuo Guang likes this. I don't worry about panic."

Feng Chi: "..." Hang it up.

In an apartment in the city center, Guo Sheng sat at a computer and typed with one finger Zen. He was old and did not like high technology. He was very rusty with computer operation and the same with typing.

Song Shujing ate nuts, turned around twice in the living room, and slowly walked in front of Guo Sheng to see the progress. In five minutes, Guo Sheng had not finished playing the request to buy a little monster. She was a little helpless, chewed the nuts and swallowed, and asked: "Guo group, don't you really need my help?"

Guo Sheng waved his hand, "There are two characters, and it will be ready soon."

Song Shujing sighed, and then found something to say when she was idle. "Guo Group, you still bought a house here. I thought you would live in Linshi for a long time."

"I bought it a long time ago, and originally planned to be a neighbor with Feng Chi. As a result, who knew that guy was so rich, he bought a villa." He bought this small apartment without Feng Chi's hands.

Speaking, Guo Sheng's request was finally released. The two thought it would take a long time, but they didn't expect news to come in five minutes after it was released.

Guo Sheng shook and immediately waved at Song Shujing. When Song Shujing walked to the computer, a pop-up window of information popped up.

[Hello, according to the requirements you provided, we have detected that there is just a little peacock to be kept, which is in line with your conditions. If you really have an intention, we will show you the photos. ]

Guo Sheng and Song Shujing considered carefully. The reason why they chose the little peacock who couldn't go with their eight poles is to prevent the group of mixed **** from touching them.

Now this group of **** should know that the Demon Control Board has intervened in this matter. If a message is issued saying that they want a little squirrel, that's too obvious. As long as this group of mixed-ball brains are still normal, it is inevitable that the prototype of an employee of the Demon Authority is a squirrel.

Song Shujing leaned in his waist, and when he saw this, he felt angerless and raised his chin, "Go back to him."

Guo Sheng continued to tilt one finger to type: intentional.

Type four words for a minute.

But the opposite did not feel weird at all. They have many customers. Some monster customers have heard of their products from other people's mouths. Some of these monsters are unfamiliar with the gadgets of the human world and chattering with the computer. They saw more.

[Okay, please send us a photo of your monster's ID. We will check the situation. ]

"It's so complicated? Wasn't it a video transaction before?" Song Shujing frowned. "Guo Group, ask him what's going on."

Guo Sheng did not delay, he knocked on the keyboard for a long time and replied: I heard from my friends that it was not a video transaction?

As soon as it was sent, the opposite news came.

[Yes, but the rules were changed temporarily, and the results are the same anyway. Hope you can cooperate with us. After we confirm your identity, we will send you the photos and information of Little Peacock together. Next, we can discuss where you will pick up the little peacock. ]

Song Shujing pouted, and sent the ID card information of the Peacock father who had been prepared.

That peacock dad was a friend she knew in her early years, this time to get his identity information just in case. I didn't expect to actually use it in the end.

Soon after the photos were posted, the information came again.

[Hello, your information has been verified. Next we will send you a compressed package, pay attention to check. ]

Guo Sheng swiped the mouse unconsciously, squinting and said: "I heard that this group of mixed **** is very good. It seems that some parents have tried this site before, trying to buy back their children, but they have all failed."

Song Shujing sniffed when she heard the words, "In order to have such a little money, my conscience has long disappeared. How can I expect them to be kind-hearted? It's good to not play with those parents intentionally."

However, this time, this group of **** had the same conscience.

I'd rather die.

After more than ten minutes, Song Shujing glanced at the trading place and nodded at Guo Sheng, "Okay. I will meet this gangster tomorrow."

The next morning, Feng Chi went out early. When Ji Huan woke up from the window sill and saw no one, he slowly did his own thing. Some things come back to life again and again. When Feng Chi left him for work for the first time, he was also worried that Feng Chi would come back temporarily, so he panicked all day. Now, as long as Feng Chi is away, Feng Chi's home is his home.

Ji Huan went to the bathroom, poured warm water into the washbasin, and washed his clothes while taking a bath. After washing the black pajamas and the shirt, I also washed the pajamas together. I use the washing liquid that Feng Chi often uses. After washing, the clothes will have a light lemon scent, which tastes very good.

Ji Huanhuan happily carried the clothes to the indoor balcony to dry, and then got into Feng Chi's quilt.

When Feng Chi came back, it was only an hour before Ji Huan secretly drilled into Feng Chi's bed, but with soft quilt as his companion, Ji Huan slept like a pig, and didn't even hear the door opening and footsteps. Feng Chi first noticed the two clothes and a pair of pants hanging on the indoor balcony.

The shirt is his shirt, and the other set is obviously Ji Huan's pajamas.

It is the black pajamas Ji Huan usually wears.

Feng Chi walked over and looked at the size of the pajamas, silently remembering the size. However, the next moment was stunned. Ji Huan usually wears it here, what is he wearing now?

Feng Chi: "..."

OK.

Feng Chi, who didn't dare to think about it, didn't dare to do anything. He stood at the door of the bedroom and knew that the small mirror was inside. He was clearly separated by only one door but he didn't have the guts to push the door in.

He coughed awkwardly and intentionally made a noise outside the door. The next second, there seemed to be a sound hurriedly, and a panic voice with a small mirror: "I'm going! Why come back at this time, isn't it killing me! I'm still leaning on my clothes It! "

Feng Chi also realized this, and froze for a moment to cut off the study. Ji Huan inside the door listened to the sound moving away, quietly opened the door and opened a gap, reaching out to see. Seeing that Feng Chi entered the room at the end of the second floor, he knew where he was. He didn't dare to delay for half a minute. He went back to the closet and pulled a shirt around to wrap himself, and even rolled to the indoor balcony.

The sound outside the door rustled for a long time, Feng Chi stood in front of the window, his eyes fell on the flowers outside. The flowers are venetian roses, one by one, beautiful, beautiful, but not that beautiful. Realizing that his thoughts were turning back to Ji Huan again, Feng Chi slightly leaned against the waist and leaned on the window sill.

Hopeless.

He stared outside for half an hour, forcing himself to think about other things. From taking the fire rats this morning until Guo Sheng and Song Shujing are going to pick up the 'buy' little peacock in the afternoon. A few times, it finally became normal.

At least ... I won't be entangled in whether a little black spot is wearing clothes.

When Feng Chi recovered, the movement outside the door could no longer be heard, and it seemed that no one had existed quietly. Feng Chi pushed open the door and walked to the bedroom. After only two glances, he could almost understand it.

The wardrobe has been passive, and the quilt has been passive.

So, did the little black spot wear his clothes and drill his quilt or did he wear the quilt without wearing it?

That strange and magical cycle started again.

Feng Chi: ".................."

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Feng Chi, who had lunch, walked to the window sill and thrust the small mirror into his pocket. The little black spot changed into black pajamas, but the shirt was not lost, and the floor was neatly stacked aside. I think I still need to change my clothes.

Feng Chi glanced at him and walked silently to the garage.

On the way, the sounds of nibbling sunflower seeds, chewing gum and blowing bubbles, drinking drinks and rumbling rumbling are endless. Feng Chi drove all the way, he ate all the way, which made Feng Chi had to shock.

I thought that the little black dot was just like a pig in sleeping, but it was more like eating.

Well, let alone sleep when you are full.

When he arrived at the demon control bureau, Feng Chigang left the small mirror in the office and Ji Huan ran out with a pile of garbage. But this time he learned well, stepped on it a little bit in advance, and saw that Husky was pitifully tied to the door of the small restaurant, and he threw away the garbage. As he walked back, he walked leisurely in front of Husky, and whistled.

Poor Husky turned around in place, biting the tail and groaning, there was no way to do it, only staring at the little mirror that was wriggling.

In the Demon Control Bureau, Song Shujing closed the window, "Sister-in-law is very safe today. Come on, let's talk about things to wait."

Guo Sheng said: "According to what they mean, let us go directly to the amusement park to meet people, without having to meet specially. So I was thinking, would they put people there alone, without coming forward?"

Feng Chi: "Ask the Fire Rat to know."

He went out this morning to bring the fire rats that escaped from the South China Sea volcano yesterday. He left a mark on the fire rat, as long as the fire rat is still alive, he can always find each other, so yesterday he was not in a hurry, but went home with a small mirror. But Feng Chi didn't expect that this fire rat's IQ was really not very high, and he finally escaped and turned to look for his wife Zheng Guan to die together.

It is useful for him to keep fire rats, and he will not let it go.

Feng Chi thought about it and released the fire rat directly. A red light flashed in the pure black pocket, and the forcedly reduced squirrel pitifully held two short hands, tentatively looked at Feng Chi and changed back to his body.

"Big, everyone!"

Song Shujing looked at him, "Don't get close, come and provide us with something useful. Otherwise I'll use the leather on your body to make clothes."

Fire Rat knows that the group of people in front of him are all demon control bureaus, so he dare not confront Song Shujing and others. He narrowed his neck and said, "Look at some people who want to know. Although I only help occasionally in the family, I know most of the things. I often overhear the elders and talk to them.

Song Shujing raised her eyebrows, revealing a meaningful smile.

Fire Rat saw this smile tightly, and quickly said, "I still have evidence, I may have thought that there will be such a day ..."

Song Shujing: "I have long thought that there will be no such day to stop? Forget it, now let me talk about the process of doing bad things."

After all, there is something to do in the afternoon.

The small mirror leisurely returned to the office, and quietly moved to the door when he heard something outside. But no matter how small his movements were, he could not hide the monsters in the hall. Zhuo Guang grabbed Song Shujing's arm with one hand and quickly glanced in a certain direction. He glanced at the small mirror where the probe probed his brain and extended two small hands.

However, when he wanted to continue to use the "afterglow of the eyes" to look at the small mirror, he only glanced at a cold seal. Their boss did not know when to move a position, just in front of him.

Zhuo Guang: "..."

Zhuo Guang raised his head and met Feng Chi's eyes. He opened his mouth, but said nothing. Eventually he could only give thumbs up to Feng Chi to express his **** mood.

Killing dogs still depends on their boss.

Song Shujing and others noticed the small interaction between Zhuo Guang and Feng Chi. Song Shujing rolled his eyes and grabbed Zhuo Guang's ear and said: "Listen carefully, if there is a slight mistake later, it is useless to wipe your neck and apologize. . "

Zhuo Guang wanted to look at his sister-in-law more, but Feng Chi didn't give him a chance. In addition, Song Shujing said that there is indeed no problem, the business is still important. It will grow in the future, and I will have a chance to watch it. And pick the chance that their boss is not there!

Four p.m.

Today is Thursday, parents go to work and children go to school, not many people in the amusement park, most of them are young couples. They walked in front of the monsters of the Demon Management Bureau with their arms around their arms and holding hands.

Zhuo Guang wore a black peaked cap and hugged Shi Ying's shoulders, "Hey, envy. Come, brother, brother please invite you to drink milk tea."

Shi Ying was dragged into the milk tea shop next to him and ordered milk tea and Zhuo Guang to sit in front of the glass window. He held the milk tea indistinctly and said: "How do I feel that the Guo group is taking advantage. Obviously I don't need to pretend Husband and wife, how can you stick with Sister Song? "

In fact, after the video transaction on the website was changed to the photo issuance of a certificate yesterday, the fake couple Guo Sheng and Song Shujing could part ways.

Zhuo Guang touched his chin, and suddenly an unwilling smile appeared on his face: "You said ..."

The words just started, and a familiar voice rang in my ears.

Song Shujing's voice was cold and cold, "Did you forget that I could hear you two?"

Zhuo Guang is so silent that he pulls out the Bluetooth on his ear, thinking: the high technology in the human world is really killing monsters.

On the other side, Feng Chi walked in the crowd and glanced at his watch. Before the time agreed with the website, he turned around and returned to the place he had just passed by. "Give me a bunch of strawberries and hawthorn."

The man selling sugar cane is an uncle who smiled and handed the candied fruit mixed with strawberry and hawthorn to Feng Chi. Just five dollars. "

Feng Chi licked his lips with a faint smile and said ‘thank you’ again.

Then, the moment I got the candied gourd, I was ignorant.

This ... can't stuff your pockets.

In silence, he saw the mirror in his pocket staring at the uncle's candied car, almost drooling. Mumbling while watching: "Zhuo Guang is really happy, and there are sugar gourds to eat."

Feng Chi: "..."

Forget it, eat it yourself.

Feng Chi Jia Bang bit down the hawthorn. The sugar candy wrapped in the hawthorn was so hard that it had a toothache and was too greasy. After biting it twice, Feng Chi frowned.

When Ji Huan heard the sound and looked up, he could only see the man's jaw and the throat knot rolling due to swallowing.

Gu Dong-

Ji Huan swallowed silently.

No other meaning, he simply envied Feng Chi to eat candied gourd.

However, he really thought that this sugar gourd was for Zhuo Guang. Hey, it ’s no conflict to give Zhuo Guang after eating one, after all, it ’s that kind of relationship. Why don't young lovers like this? You have to leave a handle for the subject to eat a strawberry.

Ji Huan filled a lot of Feng Chi and Zhuo Guang's sweet 'brotherhood' in his heart, but he did not know that Zhuo Guang thought of him and Feng Chi. Feng Chi and Uncle Candied Husband can all hear clearly, and after a little turn of their heads, they know who bought Feng Chi's Candied Hulu. But ... the sound of chewing crushed sugar in the back is very close. It is definitely not eaten by a small mirror, so only the seal is late.

this is……

Zhuo Guang clutched the Bluetooth headset, and whispered to Shi Ying, "Why is this? Buy sugar gourd and eat it yourself? Boss took the wrong medicine?"

Shi Ying looked at the man who was approaching with his chin. Feng Chi wears no difference from usual, but with a cold face in his hand holding a bunch of candied bites, it is still a bit of a violation. In particular, the mirror in his pocket could hardly reach out halfway.

Although Shi Ying could not see Ji Huan, he could vaguely guess the expression of his sister-in-law at the moment.

It is estimated that he is staring at the uneatable candied fruit.

Just when Shi Ying was in a daze, Feng Chi glanced at them suddenly, and the two pairs of eyes instantly met. Shi Ying froze for a moment, then waved a broad smile. However, Feng Chi turned his eyes to see Zhuo Guang next to him, frowned, and turned away.

Zhuo Guang's face looked uncomfortable.

Shi Ying: "?"

Feng Chi, who left the tea shop, continued to sway. There are a lot of shops in the amusement park, and there is also a candy store, where the candy looks strange and some of them have special tastes.

Feng Chi only hesitated and lifted his feet into the room.

The young lady of the candy store saw Feng Chi immediately and greeted him, even though Feng Chi looked like he was holding a candied gourd. She adjusted her mood and smiled, "What do you want to buy?"

"Look first." As he said, his eyes crossed the basket of candies in front of him.

It says:

Spicy sweets, mustard sweets, unspeakable sweets.

Feng Chi: "?"

He pointed to the three baskets and asked seriously: "Can you eat?"

After finishing the speech, Feng Chi noticed that his pocket was pushed by something, and the guy inside seemed to want to get out again. But Feng Chi didn't give a chance, and his arm hung down, just covering his pocket.

Ji Huan was confused, and he didn't understand the situation.

Only Feng Chi knew the undercurrents between Feng Chi and the small mirror. The young lady in the candy store didn't panic when she heard the words Feng Chi, but the smile on her face was deeper. This question will be asked by almost every new customer.

She said: "Of course, for some guests, these sweets actually taste very good. If you are interested, you can buy a little bit to taste."

Feng Chi snorted and took a few bags of sugar into the plastic bag. Immediately afterwards, he went to the basket next to it and picked some normal flavors. Strawberry yogurt lemon tangerine peel can do anything.

After paying the money, he carried a large bag of normal-flavored sweets and stuffed the strange flavor into his suit pocket.

Ji Huan waited a long time for the arms outside the pocket to loosen. The dark world was illuminated by the outside light. He was about to probe, but was pressed back by a small bag of sugar.

Holding sugar in his hands, he pinched one and looked at it.

The candy was ingeniously cut into the shape of a small animal. The one he pinched was a pig, but the pig was red.

The color of the pig doesn't really matter.

Ji Huan didn't think much, simply thinking that the sugar was just a little special, and then put a shovel in his mouth.

The entrance is actually no different from ordinary sugar, it is a very rich sweet fragrance. Ji Huan smashed his mouth twice, the next moment his mouth was stiff, and he even dared not move the tip of his tongue.

After the outermost icing was squeezed out, the spicy smell suddenly swarmed and plundered every part of the mouth.

Ji Huan had no time to react, and tears burst into his eyes, and he burst into tears.

This sugar is poisonous!