Mr. Fu is always too annoying

Bai Tang asked these words in a weak voice, and Rao She followed beside him, also cowardly.

Fu Tong glanced at them and was about to speak when a loud noise suddenly came from the next room.

A few people turned their heads subconsciously, and then saw Fan Xiu jumping out from the door, and the whole person panicked: "Big brother, the ghost wooden box, the ghost wooden box is gone!"

Bai Tang and Rao She were surprised: "What's going on? Isn't it already sealed with a talisman?!"

"I went to take a look before I left yesterday. It's sealed." Fan Xiu was very worried. After thinking about it, he looked at Rao She suspiciously, "Is it... your talisman expired?"

Rao She: "..."

Sexy celestial master, violent online.

Seeing that the situation was about to be out of control, Fu Tong raised his hand and said unhurriedly: "That box is here with me."

The three of them turned their heads together, and were stunned when they saw the ghost wooden box in Fu Tong's hand.

"Boss... Where are you from?"

"I ran to my house by myself last night. This is also a ghost, but the things Liu Yu did have nothing to do with him. You can take it to the small black room and ask for details. Don't you still need to file it?"

Fan Xiu nodded: "Okay."

Fu Tong knocked on the wooden box with his lower hand: "Come out."

After the words fell, a wisp of green smoke appeared beside him, Cang Huai walked out of the smoke, and waved at the few people in front of him guiltily: "...Hi?"

Bai Tang: "..."

Rao She: "..."

Fan Xiu: "..."

Fellow Daoist, your appearance... makes us a little scared.

The three of them took a step back unconsciously, and after looking at each other for 3 minutes, they walked to the side and walked to the side.

In the end, Fan Xiu and Rao She took Cang Huai into the small black room, leaving Bai Tang to accompany the boss outside.

To be precise, it doesn't mean that only Bai Tang was left behind.

Because Bai Tang also had a small follower behind him.

Little Huang Maoer Huang Lang.

The two of them sat down beside Fu Tong in an orderly manner, their sitting posture and expression resembled an emoji pack.

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Fu Tong glanced at it, and found this weasel spirit quite interesting: "Why are you still here?"

"I'm scared. I didn't leave last night. I spent the whole night sleeping outside." Huang Lang wagged his tail pitifully. How expensive is it? I worked so hard to save money for so many years, and finally paid the down payment, but within a few days of living, it was occupied by monsters, and I couldn’t live in it, and I had to continue to pay the mortgage. What do you think this is? .”

Fu Tong couldn't help laughing: "From Sichuan?"

Little Huang Maoer nodded: "My ancestral home is Chengdu."

"I know someone who is also from Chengdu, Wen Lang, do you know?"

"I know, I like him very much." Xiao Huangmaoer was delighted, "Didn't Weibo post a moving picture of Huo Zheng in "Mountain and River on Earth" a while ago? Oh my god, I've retweeted it at least a hundred times for his imposing manner and appearance! "

Then you really have no vision.

Fu Tong habitually blackmailed Wen Lang, and was about to do the same in public, when he suddenly heard a ding dong.

He bowed his head, it was Lu Chuan's news.

Didn't throw away the poem pen and inkstone in the evening: Boss, is it free?

Fu Tong lowered his hands.

Smelly shameless Fu Ergou: Say.

Less than three seconds after the message was sent, a voice call request popped up.

Fu Tong connected, and Lu Chuan's voice quickly came out of the microphone, with the sound of flipping paper in the middle: "Boss, didn't you say you want to find a new assistant? I think there are a few good resumes, you first have a look?"

Fu Tong hummed.

Lu Chuan took photos of the documents and sent them to him. After half a minute, he heard Fu Tong's voice: "These are not allowed."

Skull pain.

"I think they're pretty good." Lu Chuan read the information again, "They're all decent spirits who can handle things and have good personalities. Being assistants is definitely enough. What do you think is not satisfactory? "

Fu Tong: "Ugly."

Lu Chuan: "..."

Lu Chuan was helpless: "You are looking for an assistant, not a boyfriend. What do you want to look so good for?"

Fu Tong: "If it were you, now you want to choose someone who spends at least eleven or twelve hours with you every day. Do you want someone who is good-looking or not?"

That must be nice.

Lu Chuan thought so in his heart, but felt that something was wrong: "No...can this be the same thing?"

"Of course." Fu Tong sneered, "They are all four-figure old people, how can they have double standards?"

Lu Chuan: "...All right."

The manager was so choked that he didn't know what to say, so he could only sigh: "Then I'll take a look again. Also, the new itinerary has been arranged and will be sent to you later. The latest itinerary is the one we discussed earlier The men's clothing endorser, I have to meet with you there at ten o'clock tomorrow morning, I will pick you up half an hour earlier, remember to set the alarm."

Fu Tong responded.

Lu Chuan didn't say anything, hung up the voice exhausted, and then sent Fu Tong the new itinerary.

Fu Tong clicked on it. He had just read two lines when he heard Huang Lang cautiously speak beside him: "Boss, that, I..."

Hesitating.

There is nothing good at first glance.

Fu Tong clicked on the next page of the document: "If you can't say it, don't say it."

"That, that won't work!" Little Huang Mao'er became anxious for a moment, "I, I, I, I, I just want to ask, assistants or something... Can you see me?"

Fu Tong stopped and looked up at him: "You?"

Little Huang Maoer nodded eagerly.

Fu Tong didn't have the slightest care and tolerance for underage cubs: "No."

The little yellow hair's tail stopped shaking immediately: "Think about it again, I'm very hardworking, I have winks, and I'm not ugly. At most, my hair color is a bit out of the mainstream. It's fine to dye it back, and..."

He paused, and when he spoke again, his tone suddenly became more shy: "I'm still your little fan."

Fu Tong raised his eyebrows: "Don't you like Wen Lang?"

"Isn't that because you have a good relationship, and I love Wujiwu?" Huang Lang said, opening Weibo and WeChat next to each other, "Look, you are the profile picture of all my social software."

Fu Tong looked over and found that it was true, and the Weibo nickname looked familiar to him——

Mr. Huang doesn't want to eat chicken

The painting style is very skinny, occupying the top three of Fu Tong's Weibo comments all the year round.

Kind of interesting.

Fu Tong thought for a while, and decided to leave this worry to Lu Chuan, so he found out his business card and gave it to Huang Lang: "This is my manager, let's see if you can pass his test."

"Get it!"

Little Huang Maoer took the business card and happily went to the corner.

Next to Fu Tong, only Bai Tang remained.

The little white rabbit secretly glanced at Fu Tong, seeing that he was in a good mood with a smile in his eyes, hesitated for a moment, and finally repeated the question just now.

"Brother Tong, did you and our leader... have a fight?"

Fu Tong's voice was very light: "I have nothing to do with him, you'd better stop asking."

Bai Tang's tail twitched, but he continued to speak: "Huang Lang said... the boss came to the bureau at two o'clock in the morning, and he looked very... downcast when he came, and then went to the second floor , haven’t come down yet.”

No matter how depressed, can I be as depressed as I was last night?

Fu Tong twitched the corner of his mouth, pretending he didn't hear anything, Bai Tang was at a loss and didn't know what to do now, so he could only follow him in silence.

At this moment, the door in the corner opened suddenly.

Little Tianshi and Fan Xiu brought Cang Huai out of the small black room, still holding the box in their arms.

Fan Xiu put the records on the table and looked at Fu Tong: "Boss, we basically understand the matter of Canghuai, and the rest is about the six desires."

"How did you solve it before?"

"Arrested, the seal that should be sealed, the soul that should be scattered."

"Then follow the usual practice."

"It doesn't work this time... Canghuai said that the thing inside is unusual, and the only ones who can clear it out are you and the boss."

"I come."

After the final sound of the last word fell, a hand suddenly reached out from behind, and took the ghost wooden box before him.

It's Fu Qianyuan.

I don't know when he came here, there was a layer of light blue mist around his body, and he looked at Fu Tong deeply.

Fu Tong pretended not to see it, Fu Qianyuan was a little lost, didn't speak any more, lowered his eyes and slowly opened the box.

The temperature in the room plummeted, and sharp laughter rang out all around, like laughing and crying, weird} people.

Bai Tang and Huang Lang were relatively timid, and they didn't dare to look at them. Fan Xiu and Rao She lowered their heads without fear, and saw a vine-wood human face with a sly smile in the wooden box. It was alive, and as soon as the eyes rolled, a thick black mist poured out from beside it.

The little celestial master took out the talisman cautiously, just as he took the talisman, Fu Qianyuan stretched out his hand, and nodded lightly on the forehead of the human face.

Yes, just one click.

The cries of ghosts reverberating all around stopped for a moment, and the human face didn't even have room to struggle, and it was directly turned into powder by Fu Qianyuan's hands.

The black mist dissipated and the room temperature returned to normal.

Rao She and Fan Xiu stood there quietly, feeling that it was not good that this feeling of lying down came too suddenly, which made them feel a little at a loss.

The two were silent for a long while, and finally, the little celestial master said first: "Boss, this... is this the end?"

Fu Qianyuan hummed lightly, took out a new square box from behind, and carefully moved the contents of the ghost wooden box over.

Fu Tong unconsciously glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, and was stunned when he saw the contents in the box.

A small round stone in Longmian Stream.

Small off-white flowers by the lake.

Nibbled brushes.

Write half of the copybook.

There is also a little Yazi Zai Zai made of the hair he replaced.

……

There are so many gadgets that Fu Tong once gave to Fu Qianyuan.

And Fu Qianyuan said that what was placed in the ghost wooden box were his desires and obsessions.

Fu Tong was taken aback.

At this time, Fu Qianyuan also moved the last thing.

He put away the new box, and slowly brushed his fingers over the cracks on the surface of the ghost wooden box, and it was restored to newness in an instant, without any trace of cracking.

Along with it, Cang Huai's appearance was also changed. Originally, it was eight points similar to Fu Qianyuan, but looking at it now, it was only one point at most.

But still very nice.

Several people looked at the past together.

Cang Huai smiled: "Don't look at it, in fact, this is my original appearance. It was because of the things in the box. Do you understand the fake painted skin?"

Fake painted skin.

It's amazing.

But the matter was resolved.

Several people suddenly got busy again, Fan Xiu made follow-up records, Bai Tang filed, Cang Huai held the ghost wooden box and kept wiping it, Huang Lang retreated to the corner with Lu Chuan's business card, and continued to hesitate when to call.

Fu Tong also returned to the window, deliberately not looking at Fu Qianyuan, and sat facing the outside expressionlessly for more than an hour. After the wall clock reached eleven o'clock, he almost went out in a hurry.

It was still raining outside, there were not many people on the road, and there were only a few umbrellas.

Fu Tong watched quietly for ten minutes, finally lowered his head, opened the call list and called Wen Rong.

Wen Rong connected, but the microphone was very chaotic, many voices were mixed together, and it was impossible to tell what it was.

Fu Tong didn't say anything, just waited quietly.

After waiting for half a minute, Wen Rong became quiet: "Something happened just now, can you hear me now? What's the matter?"

"It's okay, I just... just want to talk to you, but you are very busy there, so I won't—"

Wen Rong heard that Fu Tong's mood was too wrong, and didn't intend to make him shrink back: "I'm not busy, what's the matter with you? Forget it, let's talk face to face, where are you?"

"Longdu Building."

"My studio is not far from there, you go there first, I'll be there soon."

Fu Tong hummed in a low voice: "Okay."

Wen Rong hung up the phone, went to the back and greeted the little assistant, and hurried out the door without waiting for a response.

At the back, the studio assistant stood there, looking at the two-thirds of the murals left in front of him, and thinking about everything he would face later, he wanted to cry but had no tears.

Why is life so hopeless.

hum.

hum.

hum.

belch.