The Witch

When Dong Yongyuan returned home, Sang Wenhao was sitting on the sofa facing the door, fidgeting and waiting. He has kept this posture ever since he received the WeChat from Dong Yongyuan to go home.

Seeing Dong Yongyuan entering the door, Sang Wenhao eagerly greeted him: "Cousin, how is it? What did your boss's wife say, did she agree to help?"

Dong Yongyuan sighed while changing his shoes.

"Cousin, why are you sighing? She still disagrees. No, I'll go find her again." Sang Wenhao rushed out the door anxiously, but was pulled back by Dong Yongyuan.

"The lady boss agreed." Dong Yongyuan said.

"Agree? She agreed to help?" Sang Wenhao was taken aback, and then pulled away Dong Yongyuan and grabbed his hand and walked out the door again, "I'll go back and take my mother over now."

"Can you not be so anxious, I haven't finished talking yet." Dong Yongyuan pressed the person on the sofa and said, "Our boss wife said, it is not difficult to turn away the hostility in my aunt's soul, but it must be There must be a voluntary vehicle."

"I know." Sang Wenhao heard it but was not surprised, "I will be this carrier."

"What are you kidding?" Dong Yongyuan didn't expect that his cousin would have known it a long time ago, and he immediately scolded, "After healed my aunt and ruined you, what's the value of this thing? What are we doing so hard? "

"As long as my mother can be cured, everything is worth it." Sang Wenhao firmly said, "Cousin, you know, since I am sensible, my biggest wish is to cure my mother. Now the opportunity is here, I It's impossible to give up. What's more, the target that the ghost was going to corrode was originally me, and the hostility should have been on me."

"No, let's discuss it with my uncle first." This hostility should have been on Sang Wenhao. This sounded like this, but at that time Sang Wenhao was still an unborn new soul. It was the most innocent one in the whole incident.

"Cousin, no, don't tell my dad." Sang Wenhao jumped up anxiously when he heard Dong Yongyuan wanted to tell his father, "If my dad knew, he would definitely not agree."

"Then I have to tell him even more." This kid, young, has a big idea.

"Cousin, don't you." Sang Wenhao was about to cry anxiously, "As long as my mother can be cured, whoever is the carrier is not the same. And I have good cultivating aptitude, maybe after the hostility is transferred to me, I will work hard. It can be purified by cultivation."

"Xiaohao, your cousin, I am indeed a waste of cultivation, but I am not stupid, if it is so easy, can the hostility in my auntie be dragged to the present?" Seeing Sang Wenhao, Dong Yongyuan wanted to say something, lift up The hand interrupted directly, "Don't tell me, the reason why I insist on telling my uncle about this matter is not just because I don't agree with you as the carrier, but there is another reason. Our boss is a nightmare, you know."

Sang Wenhao was startled and nodded: "I heard about it."

"The reason why the lady boss hates the Metaphysics Association is that some time ago, the inspection team of the association wanted to lock up the boss, and the lady boss had a conflict with them." Dong Yongyuan said, "Because of the identity of the nightmare, the association will not let it go easily. I have been a boss, but in the final analysis, our boss has done nothing wrong except for this nightmare status. In my own heart, I don’t want the association to target the current boss."

"What does this have to do with my mother's business?" Sang Wenhao didn't understand.

"To cure my aunt, we must use the wizard's secret technique, and the wizard is our boss’s wife, that is, the nightmare’s wife. This is equivalent to the nightmare doing a great favor to your family. And I just said that the association will not easily let go of the nightmare. .Your dad is the president of the Licheng Branch and one of the top ten masters of the association. He has the right to speak in the association." Dong Yongyuan said, "I hope that before the boss really does bad things, At least you can live like this, instead of being locked up by the association."

Dong Yongyuan wanted to heal his aunt sincerely, but also wanted to do something for Ji Lang.

He has poor qualifications and limited ability. He is almost a small and transparent existence in the association. He is not as good as the others in the association in terms of understanding the nightmare, but he knows Ji Lang. He stayed in the studio for two years, because Ji Lang didn't like to deal with people, he took care of almost everything in the studio.

Although Ji Lang's mouth is poisonous, he often suspects Bei Fan and the others about his life, but he will correct the deficiencies in their writing one by one. Sometimes when I see the stories written by them are good, I will let myself take them to the directors and producers and help them sell the copyrights. This is almost unimaginable in other studios. The bosses of other studios can't wait to use the copyrights of the people under them for their own use, and how can they help them to sell.

In addition, Ji Lang will donate one-fifth of each copyright fee, and they are all anonymous donations. He has almost donated money for poverty alleviation, education assistance, deaf-mute children, as long as it is a charity project that can be found on Alipay. At that time, he had just arrived at the studio. Because of his preconceived notions, he always felt that nightmare was a bad person, but this recognition was completely shattered in a sum of donations.

He couldn't help but asked Ji Lang: "Boss, why do you like donating so much? Others donate once a year. You are anonymous several times this year."

"The money is too much to spend." Ji Lang only replied five words.

Dong Yongyuan does not believe that he is a bad person for a person who wants to donate money without spending too much money, a person who does not forget to support his subordinates, and a person who knows that he is an undercover agent and is willing to pay him a salary. At least, not now.

Sang Wenhao is very smart. He can think through many things with a single click. Although he still didn't want this matter to be known by his father, he didn't stop Dong Yongyuan from calling.

Dong Yongyuan patted his cousin's head comfortably, took out his mobile phone to find out Sang Wenhao's father's WeChat, and then dialed a video call.

Soon, the video call was connected, and a man of about forty years old, a heroic-looking man appeared in the video with a smile.

"Yong Yuan, why did you suddenly think of calling me?" Sang Tian asked.

"Uncle, Xiaohao and I have found a way to cure my aunt." Dong Yongyuan said directly without selling Guanzi.

"What are you talking about?!" Sang Tian stood up fiercely, and a series of heavy objects fell from the other end of the phone, which showed how flustered and anxious he was when he got up just now.

eight pm.

Wu Miaomiao and Ji Lang were watching TV in the living room. In fact, it was Wu Miaomiao who watched again. Although Ji Lang was sitting there, his eyes were empty.

Wu Miaomiao was looking enthusiastically, when the phone rang suddenly, she picked it up and saw that it was a message from Dong Yongyuan.

"Dongdong said that he has to take a day off tomorrow." Wu Miaomiao relayed Dong Yongyuan's request for leave to Ji Lang while replying to the news.

"Ask for leave again?" Ji Lang frowned. After this kid's undercover identity was revealed, how could he feel better than before.

"Well, he explained that he will pick up his uncle and aunt at the airport tomorrow." Wu Miaomiao told Ji Lang about Dong Yongyuan's request for her help, so Ji Lang naturally knew how the aunt and the uncle were back. It's up.

"So anxious? You only agreed to help today and came over the next day." Ji Lang was a little surprised, "Isn't it still looking for a carrier? A voluntary carrier should not be easy to find."

"I don't know, I hope they can find a suitable carrier." Wu Miaomiao sighed, "Dongdong's aunt is a very good mother. It would be a pity if she becomes a ghost after death."

Ji Lang is noncommittal.

"I was picked up by my master. When I was young, I was quite envious of others having a mother, especially after watching so many TV, novels, and texts about maternal love. But don't be envious now, I also have a mother." Wu Miaomiao suddenly became happy.

Ji Lang looked at her puzzled.

"Mother-in-law, isn't your mother my mother?" Wu Miaomiao chuckled, "Don't worry, I will be good to her old man and will not annoy her. By the way, I haven't visited my house for so long. , Xiang Gong, when will you take me to propose marriage?"

Ji Lang was silent and continued to look at her.

"Ah... it's okay not to mention relatives, but I have all come here, and I have to see it, otherwise it seems so impolite." After all, I want to marry someone's son in the future, so I have to make a good relationship first.

"No." Ji Lang is already a little immune to Wu Miaomiao's always talking about marriage and marriage.

"Why?" Don't let me see my parents, doesn't Xiang Gong still dislike myself.

"I haven't seen them for five years, and you don't need to see them either." Ji Lang said.

"Huh?" Wu Miaomiao was startled.

"When we get married in the future, it will only be you and me." Ji Lang said again.

How could this happen, Xianggong and his parents have not seen each other for five years, and there is no need to see them after they are married? Wait, what did Xiang Gong just say?

"Msang-gong, you agree to marry me?!" Wu Miaomiao immediately threw the affairs of her father-in-law out of the sky.

"Watch your TV." Ji Lang turned Wu Miaomiao's head back to the front. It's just that he just turned his head back to Wu Miaomiao, Wu Miaomiao followed and then turned back, and then stared at him silly.

He laughed like an idiot.

Ji Lang couldn't stand her, turned his head and looked out the window, but the corner of his mouth was inadvertently raised with a slight arc.