Chapter 32:

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The warm and soft touch under his fingertips made Feng Chi froze for a moment, and his fingers fell on it without leaving. Until Ji Huan responded, shyness appeared in his eyes, and he quickly pulled the clothes down. Probably because of anxiety, Ji Huan grabbed Feng Chi's fingers with his clothes, and this bump finally made Feng Chi sober.
The man withdrew his hand immediately without hesitation.
His hand fell on the table, trying to put aside the touch of the moment. However, some things are more exclusive and higher. Feng Chi's fingers curled slightly, and the temperature on the delicate skin seemed to remain on the fingertips. It's simply addictive.
Ji Huan lowered his head in embarrassment, his fingers pulled the clothes down again. When he pulled it, he was stunned for a while, and he was a bit confused about what he was doing here. Was n’t Feng Chi poked his belly? Feng Chi also gave him a bath. He has also seen Feng Chi's abs.
Thinking of this, he patted his clothes and straightened his back. Looking up at Feng Chi, the man leaned back in his chair and looked at somewhere silently ... dazed. Probably dazed, Ji Huan hadn't seen Feng Chi like this very much, and looked very serious, but in fact those eyes had nothing.
He protruded half of his body from the mirror, struggling to reach out and seal his hand.
Feng Chi's skin color is cold, but it is not that morbid white. Being able to vaguely see his blood vessels hidden under the skin on the back of his hand, Ji Huan poked the back of his hand a lot lighter, fearing that he would poke someone and break it.
In fact, when Ji Huan poked people in such a shape, it seemed that an ant was crawling on the back of his hand, the word pain was not enough, and it was a bit numb. After going back and forth a few times, Feng Chi returned to his eyes, slightly squinting, and his eyes fell on the opponent's careful movements.
He paused, his tone a little careless, "You are too much like a turtle."
Ji Huan listened to the familiar voice with a familiar joke, his mouth flicked, leaned back on his arm with a heavy turtle shell, and moved his buttocks to adjust his sitting posture. Then he sighed and felt a bit wrong. "So what can I do? Who wants to carry a mirror?"
Cultivation finally became a person, and it turned out that it was not long before I was happy.
Holding back is really holding back.
He stretched out two jiojio from the small mirror, ran it freely, looked up and asked, "Can I still become a human in the future. Don't always become a person and suddenly return to the mirror."
Ji Huan is too good.
Leaning obediently on his arm, he frowned and asked. He was still making trouble with him the previous moment, but at this moment he was full of trust in his eyes. Feng Chi's heart was suddenly filled with something, and even a bit sour. The distinct fingers gently rubbed the head of the small mirror. When the fingers fell on Ji Huan's head, the movement was as soft as a feather. Ji Huan narrowed his eyes and took the initiative to rub it, as if it were a small animal begging the owner to smooth the hair.
Feng Chi calmed his movements and whispered: "Then practice well. Although the moonlight bath is very useful for you, this method of practicing while lying down is too opportunistic. The advantages are, the disadvantages should not less."
People and monsters live in the world, and any effort and gain are equal. Especially they demon.
He narrowed his eyes, "I will give you a place in the demon control bureau. I will take you with you in the future. The accumulation of merits should also be useful to you."
Ji Huanwen said, the original Li Da Da's head was raised up, and her eyes were shiny like stars, "Then am I your employee of the Demon Administration?"
"No." Feng Chi was very ruthless. "You can only count non-staff personnel now. You can only be promoted to the inside if you do well."
Ji Huan said dryly, but he was not very sad either.
Feng Chi was able to bring him to Tianda's face.
And ... with his character, there is not much difference between the editor and the editor. He just needs a job and a good life. Thinking of this, Ji Huan suddenly said: "I can't pay the salary, is it okay to pay you the rent?"
After thinking about it, I added another sentence: "There is still money for meals."
Feng Chi glanced at Ji Huan. Ji Huan stared at him eagerly, with pleading eyes in his beautiful eyes, as if he could cry with a refusal. Feng Chi ... Feng Chi really wanted to try what expression Ji Huanhui would have if he refused.
Men's bad taste is sometimes so simple-
Want to see if he will cry.
If you really cry, what will it look like?
Feng Chi remained silent, whispering under Ji Huan's hopeful gaze: "My house's rent is tens of thousands a month."
Ji Huan's expression stiffened for a moment.
Feng Chi's house is an independent villa, and the surrounding area is not busy, so it is very quiet. Very suitable for quiet people and monsters to live. Although Ji Huan didn't know much about the house here, he lived for so long and knew that Feng Chi didn't lie.
He paralyzed himself in Feng Chi's palm with frustration, staring at a certain place in a daze with his eyes open like a salted fish. It's a little embarrassing to look like Feng Lai in such a powerless look. This thing will not make the little black dot grievously tears, Feng Chi did not hesitate. However, before him, Ji Huan got up and said, "Well, I will cook for you. You can call me for anything, as long as you tell me how?"
Feng Chi pursed his lips and swallowed back all the words he had originally said.
Ji Huan did n’t feel Feng Chi ’s silence, and immersed himself in his world with his fingers,
Of course, my money was handed in, and you bought the food. But you can give me two meals a day, Although I do n’t know how to cook, I can learn. In addition, you can leave me with any emergency that you ca n’t handle. I promise to complete it for you. "
He patted his chest and told him that he was really capable.
Feng Chi did not feel that there was any emergency that Ji Huan could solve. The little guy doesn't even have the ability to protect himself, and he has to help him with other things? This is very unrealistic.
Feng Chi was in a daze for a long time, and Ji Huan thought he was still thinking, and he suddenly panicked.
Why are you thinking so seriously?
He reached out and pulled Feng Chi's sleeve. "Promise, take a look at poor me."
Feng Chi: "Write it down?"
Ji Huan: "..."
The man raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes seemed to have a playful smile. Ji Huan was embarrassed by him and turned his back to him: "Oh, you're so annoying. Write it down and write down the best seal in the world to keep me!"
Feng Chi nodded with satisfaction, pulled open the drawer and took out the snacks prepared a long time ago, and handed him, "The sugar I bought at the amusement park that day. I will take you to sugar gourd next time."
After being reminded by Feng Chi, Ji Huan glanced at him. Under Feng Chi's suspicious gaze, he moved to Feng Chi's face, "So I bought the candied fruit that day? You and Zhuo Guang ...?"
Feng Chi felt uncomfortable when he heard the word 'Zhuoguang'. This is probably the moment when he and Zhuo Guang have hated Zhuo Guang for thousands of years. It ’s not that I hate Zhuo Guang, but that I ’m simply allergic to the word Zhuo Guang.
The man stared at the small mirror with a smile: "Why, Zhuo Guang and I are a pair, Zhuo Guang still calls you sister-in-law?"
Ji Huan: "..." He said something was wrong, it was here.
Ji Huan was in a daze for a while, embarrassed for a while, and quickly dismantled sugar into his mouth. After thinking about it, I took another piece of sugar and held it in front of Feng Chi. "You eat and you eat."
Feng Chi looked at the flattering little mirror, smirked, and took away the sugar.
Ji Huan put his face on his face, thinking that Feng Chi smiled really nice.
In the afternoon, the old street is very quiet. There are no guests in the stalls and shops along the road. Erha at the door of the small restaurant is lying on the ground and sleeping lazily. Several monsters of the demon control board also slouched on the sofa lazily, shallow sleep, shallow sleep, playing with mobile phones, the atmosphere is rare and quiet.
Xiao Yinglong jumped out of Song Shujing's arms biting his claws, waving small wings and wanted to fly. Feng Chi passed by him, grabbed his back neck and threw it back into Song Shujing's arms. Xiao Yinglong tilted his head and looked at him: "Oh?"
A small mirror protruded from Feng Chi's shoulder. Ji Huan shook his legs and whispered with Feng Chi, "He looks so cute and flirty, no wonder Sister Song likes him so much."
Feng Chi was undecided.
Cute is not cute. Besides, it's annoying to be annoying. There is a whole lot of things, a little milk to eat and a little rice to eat, which is more noisy than the little black spots.
He stretched his hand and flicked Ji Huan's head, "Sit down, do you want to drink milk tea and eat ice cream?"
Ji Huan yelled and sat up straight.
Zhuo Guang, who played with his mobile phone, just heard Feng Chi and Ji Huan's conversation when he came back. He looked back. The small mirror was next to Feng Chi's shoulder, and two legs extended from the mirror. Swaying is like swinging. Zhuo Guang glanced at Feng Chi quietly.
Their boss's expression was so calm that he didn't even feel that someone was sitting on his shoulder. He thought, maybe even if a small mirror was sitting on top of Feng Chi's head, Feng Chi would not say anything.
Even, it will be very intimate to ask: Is it comfortable to sit? Will it fall? Do you want me to hold you?
Zhuo Guang: "..." This is probably love.
He shuddered, goose bumps with only a little bit of content.
He recovered his divergent thoughts and asked, "Boss, sister-in-law, are you two going out?"
Feng Chileng said indifferently, Ji Huan added after him: "Go and buy milk tea, octopus and ice cream. Will Zhuo go together?"
Zhuo Guang's eyes lit up when he heard 'Ice Cream', but immediately thought of something, and immediately shook his head and refused, "You go to you, I will not go. Sister-in-law, you are so thin and buy some to eat, anyway our boss is rich. "
Ji Huan: "I'm not your sister-in-law ..."
Zhuo Guang: "Oh I know, you are not, you are definitely not! Sister-in-law, hurry up and eat more!"
Ji Huan: "..."
He leaned against Feng Chi's neck and whispered, "I'm so tired."
How could Zhuo Guang not know what to do.