031.

At this moment, Song Shujing understood what it means to kill Yu Yutang. Although she can understand that their boss is going to be tough on his wife, but this toughness wasn't the result of pushing her out. Song Shujing pursed her lips, looked at Ji Huan and Feng Chi, opened her mouth to say something, but was horrified to find out-

Feng Chi didn't seem to be wrong.

Yes, she bought the mirror cover of thirty-two thousand.

Yes, she encouraged her to see the ugly monsters in Beihai Marsh for excitement.

Song Shu quietly withdrew her body silently and pretended to be ‘ah’, “Oh, Xiao Yinglong, his parents seem to have news, I ’ll go and see.” He finished holding Xiao Yinglong and ran away.

Ji Huan was also held by Feng Chi in his hand, looking confusedly at the direction of Song Shujing's departure. Just now, there was a gust of wind blowing from his side, and he didn't know that it was Song Shujing until he responded.

Ji Huan scratched his chin and mumbled: "You don't have to run so fast, I don't keep accounts."

Feng Chi: "?"

This time he really picked up Ji Huan. It was more than enough to pick up ten Ji Huan with his strength. He walked up to the sofa next to him and sat across from Ji Huan. He seriously asked him, "Why do you only remember my account?"

Ji Huan: "Probably because you look handsome."

Feng Chi: "..."

When Ji Huan and Feng Chi looked speechless and the atmosphere became more weird, Zhuo Guang hurriedly dragged the nine infant brothers through the window and ran to the yard. After turning the window and closing the window tenderly, the three heads were next to each other and pressed against the wall.

Zhuo Guang glanced back, his thoughts still immersed in Ji Huan's face, "Our boss turned out to be really good."

Shi Ying rolled his eyes, they all knew about it. Only Zhuo Guang is immersed in his own world.

He quietly straightened his waist and put his ear to the wall. There was a conversation between Feng Chi and Ji Huan. After listening for a minute, he retracted again. "How do I think the boss is a little counseling."

Zhuo Guang, who has just been rejected, has the courage to refute the other party. He is full of energy: "What do you know, this is called wife control, our boss is a good man!"

A cough came from inside the house, Zhuo Guang's head shrank, and like a turtle, he shrank again under the window. He shrugged at the play-like gaze of Shi Ying, "The boss is embarrassed, I understand."

The murmured voice in the yard hadn't stopped for a long time, and Chi and Ji Huan sat face to face in the hall. Ji Huan supported his chin and looked at the other side of the chin, expressing helplessness to Feng Chi's efforts to drill the horns.

He broke the finger and counted the advantages of being late: "You look handsome, you have a good figure, and your abdominal muscles look good. You are the most special in my heart, so I have no problem in preparing a book for you."

Feng Chi coldly said, "Thank you, but I don't need it."

Ji Huan: "If you want it, don't be polite to me. As the saying goes, the brother and sister will settle the bill. Our two brothers are not better than the brother."

Feng Chi: "..." What a mess, who wants to be your brother.

Although Ji Huan twitched a bunch of words that he had a headache when he listened, he could basically find out the key message from Ji Huan's words and attitude: a small book must be remembered.

Row.

"It's not too late. Let's go to dinner. I'll treat you, remember."

Ji Huan narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Good."

I heard that Zhuo Guang and the nine infant brothers stood by Feng Chi quickly, fearing that Feng Chi would leave them in order to enjoy the world of two. Zhuo Guang was next to Ji Huan, warmly introducing the restaurant they usually love and taste good.

"After this street, there is a restaurant opened by our monster, and the food inside is very delicious. Sister ... Ah I know I understand, the sister-in-law is shy, let ’s not call her sister-in-law. How do you call her sister-in-law?"

Ji Huan: "... Whatever you call it, don't call it sister-in-law, your old assembly blows up."

Zhuo Guang glanced at Feng Chi, who was tall, tall, and long, and walked behind them, whispering: "Boss, where's the hair?"

Hearing Zhuo Guang saying this, Ji Huan suddenly seemed to want to start something, his eyes were like small light bulbs, and the switch turned on when pulled. He leaned over and put his two heads together, "Brother Zhuo, what kind of monster is Feng Chi?"

Zhuo Guang was surprised: "Don't you know? Sister-in-law? Oh, I understand, fun, it's all fun. Then I can't tell you, and the boss will be angry after a while."

The smile on Ji Huan's face was a little stiff. He wanted to repeat that he was really not Zhuo Guang's sister-in-law. However, the hand stretched out behind him once again hooked his collar, and pulled him back. Ji Huan raised his head, Feng Chi's cold face was close at hand, his narrow and long eyes stared at him, and he didn't speak.

In front of me, Zhuo Guang, who witnessed the whole process, quietly turned back to cover his mouth and snickered, "The boss is so possessive. How do you get jealous?"

The expressions of the nine infant brothers were a bit overwhelming. Shi Ying pressed Zhuo Guang's neck into his arms and lowered his voice. "Brother Zhu, have you been away for a month?"

Dare to make fun of them so boss, do you want a salary?

Zhuo Guang patted his head and wanted to pry it apart to see if it was Elm.

"What do you know, our sister-in-law is present, the boss's words and deeds can be watched by the sister-in-law. If the sister-in-law is dissatisfied, we have five bachelor dogs."

That's right.

Shi Ying nodded and spoke loudly.

When she came to the restaurant, Song Shujing had arrived, and even ordered the dishes. Ji Huan was pressed by Zhuo Guang and Shi Ying on the shoulders of each side, pressing him firmly against Feng Chi's right hand and sitting down. The restaurant serves food extremely fast, and several people in the Demon Control Bureau are carnivores, so it is all meat at a glance. Without reminding Zhuo Guang and others, Feng Chi took the initiative to sandwich a rib in the Ji Huan bowl.

The ribs are particularly lean. The meat is attached to the ribs, which makes the appetite increase.

Ji Huan was a little flattered, holding a bowl with ribs in between, and said ‘thank you’. Feng Chi responded casually, but said at the next moment: "I have meat for you, remember."

Ji Huan: "..."

Facing the round eyes of Huan Ji, Feng Chi's expression was calm, his movements calm, "What's wrong?"

Ji Huan: "You're so annoying."

Feng Chi: "Trouble also has to write down."

Ji Huan bit off the flesh on his ribs, and there was something cute in his fierceness. After swallowing, he suddenly narrowed his eyes. The chopsticks were held in his hand, and one piece of ribs and one piece of beef was squeezed into the Fengchi bowl. When Feng Chi looked at him, he was innocent.

Feng Chi clipped him three pieces.

Ji Huan ate it bit by bit, but said: "Feng Chi gave me three pieces of meat, suspected of mocking me for being able to eat, the prototype is a pig."

Feng Chi: "?"

Can this be imagined?

Feng Chi always thought that only Song Shujing could do this kind of thing, but reality gave him a slap in the face.

He stared at Ji Huan silently, Zhuo Guang and others stared at them silently. After a few minutes, the four of them moved to the table next to each other and reordered a meal, leaving Ji Huan and Feng Chi to let the land play well.

Zhuo Guang took a bite and looked at the table next door. After several times, he quietly said to Song Shujing: "The boss is really afraid of his wife."

Song Shujing touched the back of his head lovingly, "You will have a chance in the future."

After lunch, Song Shujing and Ji Huan walked together, Feng Chi strode forward without giving them a look. Song Shujing vaguely guessed something, and joined Ji Huan to bite her ear, "Is the boss angry? Boss is sulking just like that."

Ji Huan bit the lollipop. The lollipop was given by Song Shujing. The peach flavor was particularly sweet. He narrowed his eyes and was in a good mood, "because he can't say anything to me."

But he couldn't say he was sulking there alone ... Feng Chi was really naive.

Ji thought happily that the lollipop in his mouth was crunching. However, just two seconds later, with a scream of Song Shujing, a mirror crashed to the ground. Ji Huan covered her buttocks, who was about to fall in half, and blinked in confusion.

What's going on?

How did he suddenly change back to the mirror?

Ji Huan put his head out of the mirror, just opened his mouth, and picked him up with one hand. Immediately, the other hand touched the edge of the mirror and pushed hard, and the mirror began to go crazy. Ji Huan was pushed around in circles by an inexplicable force, without any effort to control himself. Thirty seconds later, Feng Chi put him together in front of him, watching the little black spot shake his body like drinking too much, sitting on the ground with a thud, finally feeling better.

The corners of his mouth were slightly curved, and he asked in a low voice, "Is the piggy dizzy?"

Ji Huan covered his mouth, and there was still a black shadow with golden circles in front of him, but his finger pointed very accurately at Feng Chi's nose. "I wrote it down."

Feng Chi sighed and didn't care.

Put the mirror into the pocket, Feng Chi speeded up and returned to the demon control bureau, took out the thirty-two thousand mirror cover and put it on the small mirror. Looking at Ji Huan's unbelievable eyes, Feng Chi smiled deeper, "Would you like to find a piece of paper and write it down?"

Save so much today and forget so much.

Ji Huan pulled the mirror cover around his head and tossed it to Feng Chi's face. Taking advantage of Feng Chi's hand and pulling the mirror cover, he shifted his body, jumped on Feng Chi's head, quickly got down, and reached out to grab Feng Chi's short hair again.

Feng Chi: "..."

The man's eyes glanced upwards, but he couldn't see what he looked like at the moment, so he just pulled out his phone and turned on the front camera.

For a long time, Feng Chi's voice rang in Ji Huan's ear. "You look like a little turtle on your stomach."

Ji Huan stretched his head and glanced at the phone, then retracted it, and fell silent after several rounds.

Really, it seems.

He silently slid off Feng Chi's head, rolled to the table and lay down, spread his limbs, and the sweater shrugged up to reveal a small belly. Feng Chi frowned, and poked his finger to poke. He wanted to remind him to pull his clothes off. The next second, he watched his finger poke into the mirror.

Ji Huan looked at the finger just on his stomach and became more silent.