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Song Shujing's prototype is a squirrel, but she has always refused to admit it. In the eyes of many people, how cute is a squirrel, with a big, fluffy tail, and the cheeky pine cone looks so cute and cute. However, in the eyes of real squirrels, this is not the case.

What Song Shujing hates most is her huge cheeks and overgrown teeth without grinding.

She reached out and pushed away the little mirror she had brought over, shouting loudly: "It's not me! I don't look, take it away!"

Feng Chi: "..."

Feng Chi was helpless to his beautiful employee and could only put the small mirror back on the table. At the same time, Ji Huan, who had recovered from the pain, was so aggrieved that he wanted to cry.

A squirrel suddenly appeared in front of him, he was also shocked, okay? Especially this squirrel distorted the facial features with shock. Moreover, he was thrown and smashed again. If the quality of the mirror itself is hard enough, he will be here today!

Feng Chi heard the unhappy hum of the small mirror.

Feng Chi: "..."

It's really big.

He pinched his slightly sore eyebrows and waved at Song Shujing. "You do your own business."

Song Shujing grievanced and let go.

When he walked, he did not forget to stare at the small mirror fiercely.

Song Shujing didn't realize that she missed something until the door snapped shut. She slammed her head back and stared back at the door.

Is their boss's little mirror particular? How can she model her prototype?

Song Shujing really wanted to go in and find out, but thinking about the squirrel face just now, she shivered again.

Forget it, who loves to study who studies.

She didn't want it anyway.

Song Shujing left for a while, Ji Huan was still humming.

After a while I sighed that my back hurts, and then muttered whether my face was disfigured. For Xi Jing's Feng Chi, this is no different from having a little frog whispering in his ear. He desperately wanted to hold the frog's head and threw him away.

Feng Chi rubbed his ears silently, and after trying hard to calm down, he didn't feel how disturbing this sound was. It's just that he just breathed a sigh of relief and Ji Huan's voice sounded again in his ear, "It's really handsome."

Feng Chi heard this and gave a finger. Looked at the small mirror as if nothing had happened.

The small mirror seemed to think that he was looking at himself in the mirror, holding his chin very calmly to appreciate his beauty.

"Ah ... the nose is pretty good. Who said the nose is alive and well?"

The little black dot scratched his head, and then pouted, "Whoever said it is not me anyway."

Feng Chi: "..."

‘Boom Boom Boom—’

Knocking on the door sounded, Feng Chi finally withdrew his gaze from the mirror and said quietly, "Come in."

Entering the house was a young man, his face bright and clear.

Zhuo Guang smiled and was about to say something, but when his eyes fell on Feng Chi, he froze for a moment. He pointed to Feng Chi ’s ear and asked, "Boss, why are your ears so red? Is it hot? The weather forecast said it was only today Ten degrees. "

There was a harmony in the small mirror: "Maybe some are missing in my mind."

The little black dot probably thought that others could not hear his voice, his voice was unscrupulous, and the content was unscrupulous.

Feng Chi gave a silent voice, and didn't know who the pile of yellow waste in his head was.

but……

Feng Chi looked up at Zhuo Guang's face. The other person's expression was still curious about the reason why his ears were hot, and he didn't seem to hear the joke at all.

Feng Chihui glanced at the mirror and quickly withdrew his eyes. "What's wrong?"

Zhuo Guang laughed aloud, "The younger sister of the milk tea shop asked me to drink milk tea. The boss gave a holiday. I want to bring you back what you want to drink."

Feng Chi immediately recalled the emotion of someone before him.

His eyes flickered, and a slight arc was raised in the corner of his mouth, "Bobo milk green sugar."

Zhuo Guang: "............"

In fact, Zhuo Guang only meant to find Feng Chi to approve a fake holiday, and asked Feng Chi if he wanted to drink milk tea, but he just mentioned it. He went to the milk tea shop to drink so much milk tea, brought hundreds of cups back to the demon control bureau, and never saw Feng Chi.

Their boss has strict requirements on themselves in many ways. The milk tea fried chicken, which is classified as junk food by the uncles and aunts, is not touched. Every day, he maintains his health with extremely self-disciplined habits.

How are you today ... interested in milk tea?

Zhuo Guang scratched his head, "Boss, really drink?"

Feng Chi: "Can't it?"

Zhuo Guang laughed again, "No problem, no problem. Boss, you must want to drink milk tea for a long time and you are embarrassed to pull your face down, right? You may even plagiarize Sister Song. That line, like Sister Song, Boba milk green sugar , I'll give you a second wave bully. I'm leaving now. "

Zhuo Guang walked back suddenly. Then there was a ping-pong sound outside the door, and the door banged.

Within a few minutes, a milk tea shop's takeaway delivered the milk tea.

Feng Chi took a strange and shocked look at the staff and took his milk green slowly.

Song Shujing opened the straw and subconsciously grinded her front teeth, then muttered quietly: "Boss took the wrong medicine?"

A few employees next to each other looked at each other and felt that their sister Song was right.

Feng Chi, who was taking the wrong medicine, sat back in his place and placed the milk tea in front of the small mirror, with the label facing the small mirror.

Boba milk green three-point sugar, warm, plus Boba.

A few words are conspicuous enough to make people want to punch with a punch.

Ji Huan stared at these words, and his stomach that hadn't eaten for two or three days suddenly gurgled. He slobbered hard.

I really want to drink.

Feng Chi listened to the subtle voice, a smile appeared in his narrow and long eyes, and soon bowed his head to work again.

Ji Huan stared at the milk tea for ten minutes without seeing Feng Chi drinking. He scratched his ears and scratched his chin, vomiting in a small voice, "Why don't you drink, you have to get cold. It's not good if you get cold If you drink, Boba will become a squat. "

"Aoao Ao-don't drink and don't put it in front of me, I really want to drink it."

Several wailings rang in my ears, but Feng Chi was not bored, and even felt a little funny.

It was pitiful like a kitten who was only pinched and could only see the inedible neck.

Interesting.

As a result, this cup of milk tea could not be resolved until Zhuo Guang returned with a spring breeze. Ji Huan counted the time, looking at the milk tea for a while and then looking at Feng Chi, always feeling that the other party was teasing him.

At the beginning, when Feng Chi said "Boba milk green sugar", Ji Huan's heart twitched, thinking that Feng Chi could hear his voice, otherwise why did he just order the milk tea he said before? As a result, Zhuo Guang's sentence of "plagiarizing Sister Song" reassured Ji Huan.

Boba milk green three-point sugar is not his exclusive.

Miss Squirrel and he share the same language!

The lunch of the demon management board was delivered from the restaurant next door. The small restaurant has a small store, but it is very clean and hygienic and tastes good. The monsters of the demon control board haven't gotten tired for years. Zhuo Guang sent the lunch belonging to Feng Chi to the office. When he tilted his head, he saw the milk tea that had not been passive, and immediately asked in doubt: "Boss, why don't you drink it!"

Feng Chi scanned his glasses lightly, and the little black spot in the mirror looked sad.

The corners of his mouth curled up inconspicuously, but he quickly put it down. He could not hear anything unusual.

Zhuo Guang was even more confused.

Big demon like their boss, it's okay to swallow it. Is the stomach upset at this moment?

Zhuo Guang ‘oh oh’, followed by tentatively reaching out, “Then ... I ’m drinking.”

Feng Chi waved his hand at random.

Zhuo Guang smiled and took the milk tea out, and the little black spot in the mirror pityed his head down pitifully.

If you do n’t drink it, give it to Zhuo Guang directly.

Anger.

After lunch, Zhuo Guang touched in again, and under Feng Chi's plain gaze, he smiled awkwardly. The hand was very honest and protruded in a certain direction.

Feng Chi looked at the past, Zhuo Guang's goal was a small mirror.

The man didn't say anything, and the pen gave a merciless knock on the back of Zhuo Guang's hand, in exchange for a cry from the other side.

Zhuo Guang covered his back with pity, muttered softly: "Sister Song said you have a magic mirror here. I want to see it too."

Feng Chi did not expect Song Shujing to hold a mirror to show that a squirrel could still preach in the demon administration. However, listening to Zhuo Guang said, he was also a little curious.

He used to take a mirror to take pictures of himself before, but the people in the mirror have not changed in any way, so that he always thought that the demon mirror apprentice had a reputation. As a result, Song Shujing came to him today. I don't know what is going on in the mirror.

Thoughts turned and turned again, Feng Chichong Zhuo Guang raised his chin slightly, "I happen to be curious too, let's take a look."

Zhuo Guang: "Eh? Then go around, boss, let's take the monster!"

Ji Huan: "... but I don't really want to see monsters."

Thinking of the sudden change of the younger sister into a squirrel, Ji Huan grunted again, very worried.

Who can easily bear the excitement of buying a lottery ticket?

The demon mirror was taken by Zhuo Guang in his hand, but Zhuo Guang didn't have any abnormalities at all, as if he didn't hear Ji Huan's mumble just now. This made Feng Chi's gaze deeper toward the small mirror.

Is it really only you can hear yourself?

He pursed his lips, his eyes swept to the little black spot and was pulled into the air, and he was still shaking in the air, with an expression of irresistible expression. Feng Ji hesitated for a moment, patted Zhuo Guang's shoulder, and took away the small mirror.

He adjusted the posture of his hand and held the whole mirror in his hand. The back of the mirror was close to the palm of his hand, and the little black spot lay horizontally.

Ji Huan was a little surprised.

Like lying on the bed.

He twisted his body subconsciously and adjusted his lying position.

Feng Chi stepped abruptly.

Zhuo Guang noticed the movement and turned back, "Boss, how?"

Feng Chi eyes deep, but said softly: "It's fine."

I suddenly felt a itch in my palm and wanted to throw this mirror out.

The author has something to say: a little bit of boba milk green sugar is really delicious, because the epidemic has not been drinking QAQ