The Witch

It was another morning.

Ji Lang and Wu Miaomiao walked into the studio when they were stuck at work, and they saw an unusually bright smiling face as soon as they entered the door.

"Morning, boss. Morning, lady boss. Lady boss, I brought you crab yellow steamed buns again today." Dong Yongyuan opened a take-out box containing crab yellow steamed buns and delivered them to Wu Miaomiao.

"Thank you Dongdong."

Wu Miaomiao was about to pick it up, when Ji Lang suddenly asked: "Aren't you going to resign?"

"Ah, Dongdong, are you going to resign?" Wu Miaomiao was startled, and even the crab crochet bag was not taken care of.

"I...I..." Dong Yongyuan was able to linger under Ji Lang for so long, and even when he was found undercover, he was not driven away. He relied on his super high EQ and the speed of recognition. Bend, a big bow of ninety degrees came, "Boss, I was wrong, give me another chance."

At this time, where would he dare to ask the last sentence in turn, boss, didn’t you call yesterday to tell me to come back to work? Why did you suddenly change your mind?

If you ask this, the boss didn't want to open him yesterday, and he might think about it today.

Wu Miaomiao was taken aback, pondered for a moment, and after a while, it seemed that Dong Yongyuan had done something wrong, so Xianggong wanted to expel him. She quietly observed Ji Lang's expression, and saw that Ji Lang's expression was calm and not very angry. She also thought that she had eaten a lot of snacks that Dong Yongyuan had brought her during this period, and couldn't help but give birth to a peach and reward. heart of.

She leaned over and poked Ji Lang quietly in the arm with her finger.

Ji Lang was puzzled and looked down at her.

Wu Miaomiao put on his toes and leaned to Ji Lang's ears with no effort, and whispered, "Dongdong has brought me food again. Give him another chance."

Mrs. Boss, you are such a nice person.

Dong Yongyuan, who was still bowing at ninety degrees, burst into tears in his eyes.

When Wu Miaomiao spoke, Ji Lang’s earlobe was itchy. He turned his face stiff, and walked past Dong Yongyuan in a little panic, leaving a sentence: "Qianfei’s film and television contract. Find it out for me."

"Yes!" Dong Yongyuan responded loudly, knowing that he had passed the test, and after Ji Lang left, he turned and thanked Wu Miaomiao, "Boss, thank you."

"You're welcome. But don't make any mistakes next time. Next time the grandfather wants to drive you, I won't help you if you give me more food." Wu Miaomiao stated his attitude in advance.

"Don't worry, I definitely won't." Dong Yongyuan handed the crab bag to Wu Miaomiao, "I'm looking for a contract."

After speaking, Dong Yongyuan quickly went to the archives room to find out the contract Ji Lang asked for, and sent it upstairs.

Since the identity of the undercover agent was exposed, the association has not allowed him to continue undercover. Dong Yongyuan suddenly became relaxed. He only felt that walking was windy, and even the air was filled with the smell of freedom. The other people in the studio saw the rippling appearance and felt strange.

"What's wrong with you lately? Chunfeng is proud of it, falling in love?" Bei Fan asked.

Dong Yongyuan smiled and shook his head.

"Won the lottery?" Shan Junyi said.

"I want to." Ask anyone in the world who doesn't want to get rich overnight and win the lottery.

"That's a salary increase." Yi Guan guessed.

"On the contrary, one of my part-time jobs is gone, and I lose one cent every month." The association's undercover salary is 8,000 yuan a month. It hurts to think about it.

"Then why are you so happy? You took the wrong medicine?" Bei Fan asked.

"Money is precious, love is more expensive, if it is for freedom, both can be thrown away." Suddenly, Dong Yongyuan became a poem.

"Take the wrong medicine." Bei Fan affirmed.

Dong Yongyuan was not angry either, smiled and got up to catch the water. When he walked to the door, seeing Wu Miaomiao holding a doll about to go out, he immediately eagerly leaned forward: "Boss, you want to go out."

"Well, go out and find something to eat for the baby." Wu Miaomiao also knew Dong Yongyuan's identity at this time, so she was not as scrupulous about speaking as before.

food? Dong Yongyuan couldn't help but glanced at the doll in Wu Miaomiao's arms. If he remembered correctly, the doll seemed to eat a ghost.

Cursing the doll is polite, seeing Dong Yongyuan staring at it, he couldn't help but returned a "sweet" smile.

Dong Yongyuan was so frightened that he almost dropped the cup in his hand.

"That...then what, it's not good for you to go out in broad daylight to find food." Dong Yongyuan reminded euphemistically.

"Oh, you misunderstood, it wasn't for it. It was for the sweet dream doll." Wu Miaomiao explained.

"Good dream doll? What does good dream doll eat?" Good dream doll also eats? ! I'll go, is every doll around the boss alive?

"Negative energy in human beings." Wu Miao said silently.

"Negative energy? Dreaming dolls that can make people dream sweet dreams are actually eating people's negative energy?" Dong Yongyuan couldn't say anything.

"Is it difficult to understand?" Wu Miaomiao explained, "When people are frustrated or encounter difficulties, they will produce negative energy. But once these are overcome, they will be happy because of the gains. Good dreams. The principle of making dolls is to transform negative energy into pleasant dreams."

Dong Yongyuan was stunned: "This... is also okay?"

"Of course it is possible. I am much better than your calming runes. The calming runes you drew only use your own spiritual power to soothe emotions. Those negative energies are only calmed by your spiritual power, but they are not. Disappear. What they get is only a short period of peace. Once there is no tranquility rune, they still can’t sleep well. My Dream Doll is different, it can directly absorb and transform negative energy. So after using the Dream Doll, not only can Sleep well, long-term use can also treat depression." Wu Miaomiao explained.

"So amazing?" Dong Yongyuan was amazed.

"Didn't I give you a dream doll last time? Haven't you tried it?" Wu Miaomiao asked.

"It was taken away by my master." Dong Yongyuan thought so, no wonder his master didn't return it to him after taking it. It seemed very energetic for the past few days.

"I'm leaving first, I have to hurry back and go home with my mate before get off work." Wu Miaomiao waved and left with the cursed baby.

She had just left the gate of the park and was hesitating where to find suitable materials. A young man in a white shirt was also coming out of the park with his head down. The low air pressure made everyone who saw him feel him. The day went very badly.

"What's wrong with you?" Wu Miaomiao stepped forward and asked softly.

The man glanced at Wu Miaomiao, ignored her, turned around and left.

Wu Miaomiao curled his lips, lowered his head and said to the cursed baby in his arms: "This person is really bad luck."

The cursing doll smiled and nodded.

"Let's go, let's find the next one." Wu Miaomiao ran to the opposite direction from where the man left, holding the doll. After a while, she saw another depressed woman at the bus stop.

Wu Miaomiao hesitated, hugged the doll, and walked over.

"Hello." Wu Miaomiao called to her.

"Huh?" The depressed woman raised her head questioningly. Seeing that she was a cute-looking girl, she managed to pull out a very faint smile, "Little sister, what's the matter?"

"I want to ask you to do me a favor." Wu Miao miao said.

"What's busy?" the woman asked.

Wu Miaomiao took out a dream doll from her bag and said, "I'm collecting photos of hands. I want to take a thousand hands of different people. Can you hold this doll and let me take a picture of your hand? photo?"

The woman looked at the doll in Wu Miaomiao's hand. She was depressed at this moment, but she did not resist helping others. She nodded and said, "Is it all right to hold it?"

"Yeah." Wu Miaomiao handed the sweet dream doll to the woman.

The woman held the doll in her hand, and then held it out. Wu Miaomiao took out his phone, looked for an angle, and took a photo seriously.

"Okay?" the woman asked.

\"Okay, thank you.\" Wu Miaomiao took the doll back.

"You're welcome." The woman smiled, don't know what, she suddenly felt better, maybe she was infected by this little girl.

Wu Miaomiao waved away, put the Dream Doll that had swallowed the negative energy back into her bag, and continued to search for the next target. It's just that she didn't go far. A teenager wearing thick myopia glasses, who looked about twelve or thirteen years old, and wearing a One Piece T-shirt suddenly stepped in front of her.

"You are a wizard," the boy asked. "You were devouring something bad about her just now, right?"

"You are?" Wu Miaomiao asked curiously. Someone here could recognize her as a wizard?

"My name is Sang Wenhao, the son of Sang Tian, ​​chairman of the Licheng Profound Society. Qi Xiuran, chairman of Haicheng, called my dad a few days ago to ask about your situation. I heard it. I have read an ancient book. There are records of the Witch Clan, I think you should be a wizard, right?" Sang Wenhao asked.

"So what?" Wu Miaomiao raised her eyebrows. She doesn't have a good impression of the Xuan Society now.

"I want to ask you a favor." Sang Wenhao said.