The original owner raised more than 70 fox fairies

Cheng You finished cooking the wontons and dumplings, all of them were white, plump and crystal clear, not even a broken one. Ji Siqi took a look around the plate and was very satisfied.

"It's cooked well! It's better than my mother's!"

"Okay, chef, it's your turn to make the seasoning."

Cheng You called Ji Siqi back to the kitchen, and Ji Siqi opened the refrigerator and looked around.

Mineral water, cola, beer, lemon tea, Laoganma...

"Is there any garlic?"

"no."

"Where's the chili?"

"The old godmother I just bought today."

"Okay!" Ji Siqi took out the old godmother from the refrigerator, and said to Cheng You, "I'll show you something today!"

Then poured half a bowl of Laoganma, poured a little more vinegar, and stirred...

While eating, Ji Siqi sighed with a wonton covered in tempeh: "Laoganma is such a good thing!"

Cheng You looked up at Ji Siqi's smug look, the corners of his mouth curled up involuntarily, and a trace of tenderness flashed in his eyes.

After the meal, Cheng You naturally went to wash the dishes, and Ji Siqi followed into the kitchen with some embarrassment, and put the dishes Cheng You had washed on the draining rack one by one.

It was past one o'clock after the two of them finished their supper and cleaned up. Ji Siqi glanced at his watch, yawned and hurried to the toilet to wash up.

"Oh, it's already one o'clock! Go to bed quickly, you have to get up early for work tomorrow!"

"I'll drive you, drop by."

Ji Siqi looked at Cheng You who was leaning against the door frame of the toilet, put the toothbrush into his mouth, and said vaguely: "There is a traffic jam in the morning rush hour, it won't be much faster, I might as well squeeze the subway!"

"Then I'll wake you up early." In the next second, Cheng You made a very tempting suggestion, "You can sleep in the car."

Ji Siqi thought about it and felt that this suggestion was very good, and he could sleep back into the cage, so he agreed without hesitation.

Ji Siqi came out of the shower and found that the light in the study was still on. When he walked in, he saw Cheng You sitting in the study and staring at the computer to read emails. Ji Siqi looked at the watch on the table. It was already two o'clock in the morning. Cheng You played games with him for such a long time at twelve o'clock, which made him feel an inexplicable sense of guilt.

"It's so late and there is still work."

"Well, go to sleep, I'll go to sleep after answering this email."

Ji Siqi went back to the guest room and lay on the bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. He had slept on this bed many times before, but this time when he lay on it, he felt like he was floating in a dream and half awake.

Probably because the mattress was too soft, Ji Siqi didn't think much, turned over and closed his eyes.

Ji Siqi clearly remembered that he hadn't fallen asleep. Although he turned off the light, there was no sleepiness in his mind. In the dark, he felt that he was more awake than ever.

But in the blink of an eye, he opened his eyes and found that he was in the restaurant of his home. Although the picture was black and white, he knew that the sky had already dawned, and it was twelve o'clock at noon.

The table in front of him was full of bowls, big and small, neatly arranged, Ji Siqi counted them silently in his heart...

No more, no less, a total of seventy.

In an instant, a wave of fear came to Ji Siqi's heart, and Ji Siqi felt that his palms had begun to sweat. The sweat was like ice water that had just melted, and the coolness spread from his palms to his fingertips, making him want to shiver.

He kept persuading himself in his heart that this was a dream, this was a dream, and it was a fake, and finally mustered up the courage to turn around suddenly, only to find that the whole room was empty except for him.

After an unknown amount of time, he felt that his neck was going to be sore, so he dared to turn his head back slowly, his eyes didn't know where to look, he could only stare at the bowl in front of him, and sat upright on the chair like that , He didn't even dare to breathe hard, and now he felt that his heartbeat was too loud, because in this eerily quiet room, all that could be heard in his ears was his heartbeat.

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!!!"

He felt something furry brush his ankle.

Bow down.

Under the table, in a fluffy and white area, more than 70 foxes squatted on the ground obediently and looked at him. The big fox at the head smiled at him and said:

"We're hungry."

Ji Siqi felt the blood flow backwards, and he felt that all the screams were choked in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single syllable. The sense of powerlessness and helplessness all over his body made him fall into a predicament of being at a loss again.

Ji Siqi closed his eyes in despair.

Cheng You was standing on the balcony smoking a cigarette, the phone was placed on the window sill of the balcony, the lock screen interface was on, and the time displayed on it was 3:30.

Slowly exhaling a puff of smoke, Cheng You snuffed out the smoke and threw it into the trash can in the bedroom.

"It's on time, Mr. Ji."

A human figure gradually appeared beside him, a man about the same height as Cheng You was leaning lazily against the wall, looking at him with a smile.

"Sorry, it's been a long wait."

Simple white T trousers, and a string of beads hanging on her fair and beautiful wrist, she looks no different from ordinary people.

"any drinks?"

"Tea is fine."

There was a set of tea sets on the tea table in the living room of Cheng You's house. The two sat on the sofa. Ji Huaichen quietly watched Cheng You boil water and make tea. In the quiet room, only the sound of tea being poured into the cup could be heard.

Ji Huaichen picked up the teacup and took a sip, then said with a smile, "Mr. Cheng is really good at making tea."

"I'm overwhelmed." Cheng You nodded slightly, "Since Mr. Ji came, did he just agree to that matter?"

"As the saying goes, 'It's easier to invite Buddha than to send Buddha'." Ji Huaichen put down his teacup and looked at Cheng You quietly, "Besides, when Ji Siqi bought this house, we were also 'gifted' to him in a disguised form."

"It turned out that the old man who enshrined us died, but now his children don't want to enshrine us anymore, so they found a fake Taoist priest and came up with this method. Unexpectedly, it was really successful."

"You also know that we are not orthodox. If we worship well, we will respond to our requests, but if we don't worship, we will definitely suffer backlash."

"So, send us to someone who doesn't know how to worship, and you know what will happen."

"It's not easy to send us away. After all, my sons and grandsons listen to me, not you."

"I want that house."

"As long as he gives up that house, his life can return to peace, and I will give you a big gift as a reward, which is what you dream of the most."

"Are you threatening him or bribing me?" Cheng You looked at Ji Huaichen with a slightly displeased tone.

"It's not a threat, it's not a bribe, it's a..." Ji Huaichen pondered for a moment, then smiled, "A deal, because it's good for you and me."

"Actually, I don't quite understand what that house means to you?"

"It's just that Song Li likes to eat the snacks in the street behind. Besides, he has developed feelings for him after living in the house for five or six years."

"Then, I hope your feelings won't affect the things I'm about to do to the former owner's children." Cheng You took a sip of tea and looked at Ji Huaichen quietly.

"Please, I just want a house."

"Just because of your..." Cheng You couldn't find a suitable adjective for a while, "The other half likes the snack street in the back?"

Ji Huaichen nodded.

Cheng You was a little speechless. Is it difficult to go down the mountain from casting spells to the snack street to buy something?

"We've gotten used to living like people recently." Ji Huaichen added as if he could guess what Cheng You was thinking.

"But since Mr. Ji is for the house, what you have done to Ji Siqi now is really not honorable."

"It was a fox in the first place, which fox you heard is innocent and upright." Ji Huaichen raised the corner of his mouth, "But kindly remind you, if this drags on, his yang energy will gradually be exhausted. If you don't pay attention, you may will...lose, go, him."

Ji Huaichen's voice was very soft, but every word seemed to hit his heart hard.

Cheng You laughed back angrily: "Really? I'm afraid I will let Mr. Song go first."

"Young people shouldn't be too impulsive." Ji Huaichen was still gentle, "Think about it, and he's awake."

Ji Siqi felt that he had been in a half-dream and half-awake state, his mind was very clear, but his body was limply floating.

He felt as if there were a lot of people around him, those people were staring at him, whispering to him, clinging to him, the darkness magnified their fear inexplicably, wrapping him tightly, their body was scorching hot, their throat was so dry Couldn't pronounce a single syllable.

He wanted to open his eyes and take a few sips of ice water to calm down the hotness in his body, but he didn't dare to open his eyes, he was very afraid that when he opened his eyes, he would find that the surroundings were really crowded with "people", Those "people" clung to him, looked at him, and spoke to him.

Even if it is a dream.

In a daze, he seemed to hear someone talking in the living room, it was Cheng You, and another male voice.At that moment, he felt that the sky must be dawn, and Cheng You got up.

Cheng You's voice gave him a lot of courage. Ji Siqi opened his eyes and saw the darkness around him. The familiar furnishings in the room let him know that he was not dreaming.But darkness is always easy to make people sensitive, so he always feels that something is still staring at him.

The light in the living room came out from the gap in the door, Ji Siqi got out of bed and walked towards the living room, the hand that was on the bedroom doorknob suddenly tightened.

Sitting next to Cheng You was a young man with sharp phoenix eyes, a straight nose, and thin lips, which seemed a little unreal.

But in the next second, the man appeared in front of his eyes...

Disappeared…

The author has something to say:

Broken thoughts:

I won’t tell you that Mr. Song’s favorite food is the oden on the street, so every time Mr. Ji goes to buy it, he always buys dumplings (all of them are sold out, which makes those customers who didn’t buy in the back all kinds of resentment. But The boss likes Mr. Ji very much, so every time the customers see Mr. Ji, they will say: That big eater is coming again! Let's buy it quickly!

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I actually like Ji Huaichen very much. . . . . .

It's so frenzied that I feel strong and very emotional!

Then the tablemate said that you really have wrong views!

No wonder they want to tear you apart!

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