Coveted by stupid cats every day

Qiao Wu took the hair from Bai Lan's hand with one hand, and quickly drew a talisman in the air with the other, stopping the crazy little ghost trying to pounce on him. Although Wen Peng couldn't see the more and more spirit bodies gathering around him, he could still feel the ghosts. Gas increased.

He shrank his shoulders involuntarily, and felt the temperature drop in the corridor, so he couldn't help cheering up. However, he was not congenitally qualified for ghost hunting and metaphysics, so he couldn't "see" or feel the location of "dirty things" .

Qiao Wu threw out a few more talisman papers, only to stop those "dirty things" from coming over to see what happened. However, Qiao Wu knew that in the surveillance cameras, he could only be photographed like a patient with a second-school illness. Same, "knotting handprints" in the corridor.

Thinking of this, he could feel the shame of the public execution of the second disease, "Brother, let's go out first."

After leaving the hospital, there was much less dirt, Wen Peng drove the car directly to the "Ministry of National Security": "Let's work overtime."

Qiao Wu yawned: "Is there any overtime pay?"

Wen Peng glanced at the little devil in the rearview mirror, and said lovingly: "What are you thinking, there is no such part of the funds, we serve the people, and we all work overtime voluntarily."

Qiao Wu: "..."

"Since we have the clues, do you have the confidence to try to end this matter tonight?" If there is a kind of people in the world who really love work, Wen Peng must be one of them.

Qiao Wu imitated Wen Peng's loving tone before: "No."

Wen Peng: "... brat."

Wen Peng swiped his card and took Qiao Wu into the "Special Department Office", which belongs to the "Ministry of National Security" and has a very high level of confidentiality. Even in the "Ministry of National Security", most of the insiders only thought it was an information department dealing with Internet rumors , especially for major events involving feudal superstition, they must work overtime.

Three to one o'clock in the morning was the sleepiest time. When Qiao Wu walked in the door yawning, he really smelled of overtime work.

Qiao Wu still had a little devil hanging above his head, but he ignored it, and turned straight into an office. The big cat at his feet also jumped in excitedly, wagging its tail.

The office lights are on, seven or eight computers are turned on, and there are several large boxes of crayfish. Three or four people in the room are wearing disposable gloves. Chocolate Beauty" Andie.

"Brothers and sisters, it's been so hard." Qiao Wu looked at the crayfish eagerly, and familiarly greeted several "comrades" who "served the supper".

An Dai tore off a disposable glove that was stained with spicy oil, "I can't help it, I just did an emergency public relations, and I guarantee that what happened tonight will never be published in the newspapers. The paparazzi don't rest for 24 hours." She rushed to Qiao Wu again Beckons: "Come and eat."

Qiao Wu and Bai Lan, one person and one cat, didn't shy away from the fact that the food was cooked all by itself. Bai Lan jumped up unceremoniously, patted a crayfish with one paw, held it firmly in her mouth, and moved cleanly. Neatly, An Dai was surprised: "Can cats eat spicy crayfish?" Qiao Wu skillfully peeled one off: "It's okay, he likes spicy food, and he also snatched me when I ate spicy crayfish."

An Dai would like to persuade: a cat is also a life, and it cannot be raised indiscriminately.

Just listen to "Wen Chu!" "Wen Chu!"

The few people who were eating happily didn't expect that Wen Peng had just gone to the scene and would come back to work overtime, so they all stood up. When Wen Peng saw a table with the words "X spicy temptation ~ temptation" for delivery, his forehead couldn't help but twitch : "Is the meal allowance overdone again?"

Everyone didn't dare to speak up, and they all looked at An Dai, and An Dai acted confidently: "There are too few 24-hour delivery stores, and it's already three to three o'clock in the morning."

Wen Peng sighed: "Forget it, I'll figure out how to fund it, Xiao Qiao, come and work."

Qiao Wu wanted to argue, but following Wen Peng's gaze, he saw the stupid little ghost on the top of his head—as if he was always ready to break out of the seven-star ghost rope and fight that hair.

Qiao Wu reluctantly took the cat and bid farewell to An Dai, not forgetting to take half a box of crayfish.Entering Wen Peng's "director's office", he took out a bag of glutinous rice from Wen Peng's cabinet very skillfully, took the hand that was not stained with oil, and stuffed the hair into it.

The black air dissipated instantly.

Wen Peng felt distressed: "You prodigal son, how can you use so much."

Qiao Wu took it for granted, "Time is money, so it's a waste to spend a little bit of it. And can't you reimburse it?"

Wen Peng grumbled and complained: "The ones that are opened are 'ink cartridges'. Now it is getting more and more strict. They are all electronic. Maybe they need to be replaced with meal supplements." "Ma Xiao", who is under the overtime food subsidy standard, feels his head is getting bigger again.

"Isn't it normal for glutinous rice to be used as meal supplements?" Qiao Wu couldn't comprehend the bitterness of Wen Peng's sneaking into the office. He glanced at the clock on the wall and said, "It's 43-[-] o'clock."

But as the black air on the hair dissipated, the kid became quiet. Qiao Wu threw a greasy crayfish to Bai Lan, stretched out his hand and pulled the kid down from mid-air, and asked, "Tell me first, where is that hair?" what happened?"

The author has something to say:

In fact, small animals really love spicy food. Sanxi once raised a rabbit, who especially loved hot and sour noodles and popcorn (≧?≦)?