Transmigrating into the Villain’s Demon-Revealing Mirror

035.

Ji Huan, who can conquer the boss, and Ji Huan, who can encircle the staff, sat happily on Feng Chi's shoulders, shaking his legs.

The monsters in the Demon Control Bureau all have cars, but today they are driving Feng Chi Maybach.

Ji Huan was sitting on Feng Chi ’s shoulder while driving, shaking his legs and asking: “Will it hurt you to drive when I sit like this? Your shoulders are sore? Do you want me to massage you?”

Feng Chi automatically filtered all the words of Ji Huan.

He was upset because of his small mouth.

The only lady in the Demon Control Board has the power of a single co-pilot seat and does not need to be crowded with three male monsters. Song Shujing held his chin and looked at Ji Huanxiao, "No, not sour, but still have to press."

Zhuo Guang also found a head from the crack and squeezed it into the crack in the front seat. "A man like our boss is not a delicate girl. How can your sister-in-law sitting on the top of your body affect him? Ah, it ’s wrong. Still, if the boss ’s mind is on you, you ca n’t drive well. "

Zhuo Guang's performance and expression are too obvious, so Ji Huan can understand what he means without thinking.

only……

Feng Chi probably only bored him because he talked a lot.

This is the biggest impact.

Along the way, Ji Huan was very quiet, occasionally turning around and Zhuo Guang and the nine infant brothers chattering, listening to them talking about something particularly interesting in the demon world. Song Shujing in the passenger seat took a lollipop from her Hermes bag and handed it to Ji Huan. When the lollipop passed, fingers inevitably touched the mirror. To Ji Huan's surprise, however, Song Shujing's fingers can only be poked on the mirror, not directly like Feng Chi.

Ji Huan was attracted, and stretched out his hand to grab the lollipop and pulled it in. He raised his eyes, "Sister Song, can't you poke in?"

Song Shujing didn't understand what it meant for a while, until Ji Huan was reminded again.

With curiosity floating on her face, she glanced at Feng Chi quietly, reaching out carefully to take the small mirror off the man's shoulder and put it in front of herself. The finger poked the mirror again, and the beeping sound was very clear.

"No, is it the boss?"

Ji Huan glanced at Feng Chi, who was driving seriously, and to be honest, "It didn't work before, but yesterday he stabbed me directly in the stomach."

Song Shujing: "... this may be love. Love! Great! Can break through all obstacles!"

Ji Huan: "..."

Feng Chi: "..."

The site of Peacock BBQ is in the courtyard. The courtyard is very large, and there are many guests, both humans and monsters. Upon seeing this, Ji Huan could only obediently dig into Feng Chi's pocket, quietly digging through the pocket.

But this does not hinder.

Song Shujing and others occasionally leaned to Feng Chi's side, chatting with Feng Chi on the surface, actually asking Ji Huan: "Sister-in-law, which one do you like to eat? Beef skewers or lamb skewers?"

Ji Huan stared at the beef skewers, "I want this."

Song Shujing responded with a good voice, walking on eight centimeters of high-heeled shoes and walked over to roast ten skewers of beef.

A minute later, Shi Ying came over, "Sister-in-law, do you eat roasted tofu? I roast tofu."

Ji Huan nodded again and again.

He had been to Dianchuan before wearing a book, and the roasted tofu he ate was nothing short of human.

Two minutes later, Feng Chi looked at Zhuo Guang standing beside him, frowning, and the impatience in his eyes seemed to have reached the top. "Why are you here again?"

Zhuo Guang suddenly felt a little strange, "I'm looking for sister-in-law. Boss, I'm not looking for you, why are you so impatient?"

Zhuo Guang certainly knows why. It is nothing more than seeing that others always find their wives and are jealous. Their boss's possessiveness is as strong as a dog in a pee ring.

Thinking, the smile on his face became brighter and brighter, and the voice was lowered slightly when he talked to Ji Huan, "Sister-in-law, roasted leek or roasted beans?"

"Bean Bean." Ji Huan grabbed his pocket and whispered.

In fact, he really wanted to grill his own hands, but unfortunately he is now a small mirror that is useless.

Zhuo Guang responded in a hurry, but turned back when he turned to leave, and his expression looked a little bit bad. He sealed Chi Hei he laughed twice and asked, "Boss, why don't you hand our sister-in-law to us? Look at my pocket, it's big and deep, just put a watermelon inside."

Not to mention the small body of their sister-in-law.

Ji Huan glanced at the pocket, but thought there was no problem. Feng Chi didn't like to integrate into the BBQ family at first glance. His expression has been very weak since he came here. There is nothing interesting here. Plus Zhuoguang they always came to ask him, Ji Huan was a little embarrassed.

Everyone takes care of him too much.

"Brother, come closer, I jump in."

Zhuo Guang was happy as soon as he heard it, and he went to Feng Chi in a hurry, shaking his pockets to reveal a big mouth, and waiting for Ji Huan to jump in.

Ji Huan pedaled back, and as soon as the posture was ready, he grabbed one hand and threw it into the mouth. Ji Huanpo fell into Zhuo Guang's pocket for a while, and then fainted for a while before turning inside to reveal his head.

He looked at Feng Chi, "Feng Chi took the initiative to help today, I will write it down for you."

Feng Chi coldly glanced at him and turned away.

Ji Huan: "How come I have so actively remembered his good deeds, he still looks like I owe him the feeling of the world?"

Zhuo Guangle said: "A man's heart is a needle in the sea. Our boss is like that. You will get used to it later.

Ji Huan: "I'm not really your sister-in-law. Look at him like that. If I were your sister-in-law, I would have to cry for three days and three nights."

Zhuo Guang was undecided, turned the small mirror and walked directly to their grill. Ji Huan was surrounded by the four of them, and as the sky faded, no one noticed that there was a small mirror on the table secretly eating skewers.

It was completely dark, and a peacock lamp carefully prepared by the boss was lit in the courtyard. A peacock made of glass sat quietly around, and the dim light inside added a little haze to the night. The moonlight sprinkled a large area, faintly illuminating the objects on the table. The four monsters of the Demon Control Board are on their heads, drinking while guessing, and Ji Huan lying on the table and rubbing his eyes.

He was drunk a lot of wine by Zhuo Guang just now. Although the four monsters prepared fruit wine for him intimately, the degree was not high, but after drinking too much, there was stamina, which was a bit high. Ji Huan lay down and looked at the moon. The moon was very bright until a shadow fell before him. He blinked and looked again.

The moon was blocked by Feng Chi.

He narrowed his eyes, his voice drunkenly soft, and sounded like a coquettish, "You let me, keep me from looking at the moon."

"What's so beautiful about the moon?" Feng Chi replied casually, his eyes turned around Ji Huan's face twice, a little red spot floated on his face, his eyes were wet, and he still had a nasal voice when speaking, listening soft Husband, at first glance is drinking too much.

He glanced at the four monsters still on Xing's head and asked Ji Huan, "How much did you drink?"

Ji Huan slowly climbed up from the table, plopped on Feng Chi's arm, stretched out a small hand to hug his arm, rubbed: "Just two bottles."

Feng Chi: "..."

This active look does not look like two bottles.

Feng Chi patted Song Shujing's shoulder. Song Shujing looked back, his eyes narrowed and smiled a little smirk, and did not realize that the makeup was spent. She tilted her head and asked Feng Chi with a smile: "Boss ... what's wrong? I'm not drunk."

Feng Chi expressionless: "Who cares if you are drunk or not? How much did you drink for him?"

He said while picking up the mirror, Ji Huan and Song Shujing in the mirror looked at each other and suddenly laughed.

"Huanhuan, you have two heads."

"Sister Song, you have three!"

Feng Chi: "..."

"Sister Song, I can still drink a bottle! You hand me a bottle!" Ji Huan looked away, muttering softly. Song Shujing looked at him with his head tilted for two seconds, and suddenly picked up a large bottle of Coke-like fruit wine from the bottom of the table. He pushed it and pushed it to Ji Huan, so proud, "Drink!"

Feng Chi: "..." The original two bottles are such two bottles?

Feng Chi carried the fruit wine back and put it back to the bottom of the table, held up the mirror without hesitation and reached in with a finger to Ji Huan's stomach. This belly looks so flat and soft. How can I continue to drink after drinking two bottles?

Bottomless hole?

He frowned and turned around in front of the other three. Fortunately, Shijiu was restrained among the four monsters. At this moment, his eyes were only a little drunk. After noticing Feng Chi's movements, he stood up straight, "Boss, are you going back?"

"They drank too much?"

Shi Jiu nodded his head seriously, staggering the next second.

Feng Chi: "..."

He pinched his eyebrows with a headache, and was about to say something, and suddenly his voice sounded, "Feng Chi Feng Chi Feng Chi!"

He looked back, a small head sticking out of the small mirror, Ji Huan's face was rumpled, and he looked very distressed. Feng Chi looked at him at first glance, and he thought of: "Urine urgency?"

Ji Huan lost his voice.

Feng Chi rubbed his eyebrows and tried to stabilize his impatience. He put the mirror in his palm and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ji Huan felt a bit embarrassed by covering his face, and he showed a pair of watery eyes in his fingers.

Feng Chi: "............"

Five minutes later, Feng Chi walked out of the Peacock's toilet, with a small drunk cat lying on his shoulder. Ji Huan put his hot face on Feng Chi's neck and rubbed it again, muttering: "You are so good Feng Fei."

Feng Chi: "Thank you, I know."

Ji Huan didn't say twice, "I'm urinating now, can you take me to the bathroom to use the toilet? I'm so sad."

Feng Chi glanced at the restroom behind him, and wanted to drag the people off his shoulders and throw them away.

Just tossed in the bathroom for a long time and didn't want to go to the toilet. I came out later and couldn't help it.

Feng Chi asked blankly: "Do you need any help for you?"

Ji Huan smirked, "Why are you so good."