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"You tell your boss not to follow me anymore, otherwise, I will definitely call the police!"

Ning Xinhe put on airs and left this sentence viciously. Fortunately, he is an actor. Although he has no idea in his heart, it is not difficult to pretend to be a bully on the surface.

Looking at the angry Ning Xinhe, An Wenqing immediately understood that it must be because her boss was passively sabotaging work again.

As a puppet, I sometimes really don't understand the boss's thinking. I always laugh at the greed and ignorance of human beings, but show mercy to them time and time again.

Since the boss did not gain the trust of Ning Xinhe, he had to do it himself. An Wenqing stood up and left the counter: "Mr. Ning, you must have misunderstood something. I will take you to the second floor and explain it to you personally."

Ning Xinhe looked at him suspiciously, then turned his gaze to the stairs on the second floor, hesitated for a few seconds, and decided to follow the handsome clerk.

The second floor still looked empty. Ning Xinhe stood in the center and looked around, laughing at himself helplessly. He only came here again and again when he had enough free time, causing troublesome people for no reason.

This year's liars, no.

He turned around and wanted to leave, but a cloud of black mist rushed towards his face. Ning Xinhe was frightened, and backed away again and again, until he sat on the extra seat on the second floor.

An Wenqing is a man of action, so he doesn't talk too much nonsense, he just got into Ning Xinhe's mind and showed him the origin of this store.

Ning Xinhe saw the bookstore 500 years ago, the customers who came and went, the indifferent bookstore owner, and the prosperity and decline of the entire history.

——Also, the owner of this Imagai Bookstore is really a demon, who has survived for thousands of years, helping people realize their wishes and charging corresponding prices.

In just a few minutes, Ning Xinhe figured out the situation, slumped on the seat, digesting everything.

An Wenqing came out of Ning Xinhe's brain, and Gu Nianyan, who appeared at an unknown time, grabbed him and held the atomized black ball in his hand.

Boss Gu's voice sounded a little displeased: "You have crossed the line."

He was more worried about whether An An Wenqing's rash use of his demonized soul would have any impact on the soul.

Misty Tuanzi struggled restlessly in his hands: "I'm just doing it for performance."

Gu Nianyan sighed, let go of his hand, let An Wenqing return to the puppet downstairs, and walked up to Ning Xinhe, who was still sluggish, and called him back to the real world.

Ning Xinhe came back to his senses, jumped up from the seat, walked around to the back of the chair, guarded against the real devil in front of him, thoughtfully: "Any wish can come true?"

Gu Nianyan looked at him coldly, and gave a soft "hmm".

Ning Xinhe asked: "If I make a wish to you, what do I need to exchange for it?"

Gu Nianyan Shi Shiran walked to the seat and sat down comfortably. The original wooden chair instantly changed its shape and became a reclining chair. He said leisurely: "You are a person who is content with the status quo. Since you don't plan to make a deal with me , why bother to ask."

Ning Xinhe's expression showed a little hesitation. Seeing his hesitation, Gu Nianyan said instead: "However, there is no need to pay a price to realize the first wish."

Ning Xinhe looked at him in surprise: "Really?"

Gu Nianyan nodded. In fact, the so-called first priceless is a trap, a trap that lures people into the abyss.

How many people think that the first wish can be fulfilled for free anyway, and make a wish to him, thinking that they can stop there, but when they really try to use the convenience of demonic power, greed and desire will only snowball more and more. Big, and can't hold back.

It started with the first wish and ended with the third wish.

"So, are you going to make a wish to me now?"

Ning Xinhe shook his head: "I am already very satisfied with the status quo, and I hope to rely on my own efforts to realize my dream, rather than relying on the power of some demons, but can I keep this trading opportunity?"

In case he really needs help from the devil in the future, he will come to find this devil who doesn't look like a devil.

Gu Nianyan said: "Of course, as long as you have that bamboo slip in your hand, when you need me, just open it and drip your blood on it, and I will appear immediately and listen to your wish."

Ning Xinhe thought of the blood drawn during the physical examination in the hospital, as if his finger had been pricked for a while, and suddenly felt pain in his hand: "How much blood do you need?"

"One drop is enough."

Ning Xinhe breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, fortunately."

Watching Ning Xinhe leave with a relaxed face, the demon boss seemed unhappy. He walked downstairs slowly, just in time to see An Wenqing handing the bamboo slips back to Ning Xinhe.

He looked at An Wenqing, and An Wenqing looked at Ning Xinhe, watching Ning Xinhe leave.

An Wenqing looked away from the door, noticed something strange, turned to the stairs on the second floor, and met the calm eyes of her boss.

Gu Demon took the lead to look away, he turned back to the second floor, opened the hidden door on the second floor, and entered.

The structure of the room is incompatible with modern society. It is full of things that only existed in ancient times, such as soft curtains, sofas, floor-to-ceiling screens, books and calligraphy and paintings on the walls.

Looking at them, Gu Nianyan felt a sense of desolation surround his body. The clothes on his body changed, no longer modern attire, but silk clothes, with lotus flowers and lotus leaves embroidered on the cuffs and hem respectively.

This suit was his favorite to wear thousands of years ago, because someone once said: "I like the lotus in this pond the most. It emerges from the mud but is not stained, and the ripples are clean and not demonic."

The other party's proud face seemed to be in front of him, he reached out to touch it, but it was in vain, leaving only the desolation and loneliness of the room.

As soon as Ning Xinhe left the bookstore, he quickly took out his mobile phone and searched for "devil" on the Internet. The search results only found novels and movies with the keyword "devil", and there was no useful information about the concept of Western demons on Encyclopedia.

He returned to his home and was about to take a good rest when he received a call from Du Yuanxi, and a reassuring voice came from his ear: "Are you awake?"

"Hmm!" Ning Xinhe hugged the pillow, turned over, and finally had a bright smile on his face. Although he was very tired, he still forced his voice to sound energetic.

A little tiredness was revealed in the steady voice: "I'm at the airport, and I'm going to board the plane to Haining later."

"Oh..." means that the two of them still haven't seen each other in the past few days. Ning Xinhe became depressed and asked, "Ding Meng is going to participate in that reality show?"

Recently, there was a very popular reality show, and he was chasing after it. According to reports on the Internet, the fifth episode of the show was filmed in Haining. When Du Yuanxi mentioned Haining, he immediately thought of this reality show.

Du Yuanxi obviously didn't want to discuss with him about Dingmeng's work, so he quickly changed the subject: "Rest well, Wenwen said that you were very tired from filming yesterday, and you went to the reception last night. Pay attention to the balance between work and rest, don't Tired myself out."

Ning Xinhe whispered: "You should tell Ding Meng this."

Du Yuanxi on the other end of the phone didn't hear clearly and asked, "What?"

Ning Xinhe quickly said: "It's nothing, I will pay attention to rest, and you too, don't work too hard."

A small third-tier star like him would die with too few announcements. This month, he only has one role to play, and the role is not too heavy. Wait a few days to film a scene with the heroine, and his role will be completely completed.

Dingmeng, who joined Tianyu at the same time, had to arrange most of the announcements this month with accurate time to the second, so he should pay more attention to rest.

It's really drought to death, waterlogging to death, with a little jealousy in the envy.

Just as he was wandering, Du Yuanxi's words "I'm hanging up" suddenly sounded next to his ears, and the call really ended.

Ning Xinhe hugged the pillow tightly in frustration, staring at the other party's number page after the phone call ended, speechless for a long time.

At the same time, Ding Meng, who was walking beside Du Yuanxi, saw that he had ended the call, so he asked, "Chat with Brother Xinhe?"

Du Yuanxi nodded.

Ding Meng hesitated: "This time to Haining, in principle, you don't have to accompany me, but you should spend more time with Brother Xinhe."

Du Yuanxi insisted: "This episode is very important, I don't worry about you."

Dingmeng could only give up.

The next day, Ning Xinhe was still catching up on sleep at home in the dark, when he received a call from the company asking him to go back to the company now.

The phone didn't explain what was going on, but Ning Xinhe heard that the matter was very important, so he got up and went out quickly, and hurried to the company.

His assistant, Zhang Wenwen, was waiting in the downstairs hall. As soon as she saw him coming, she rushed over. She was hesitant to speak, which made Ning Xinhe understand that something good was waiting for him.

His heart was suddenly suspended, guessing countless possibilities, and while walking upstairs with her, he asked in a low voice: "What happened?"

Zhang Wenwen glanced left and right, no one entered the elevator with them, and she dared not speak until the elevator door closed, "I just received a gossip, I'm not sure, just use it as a reference, don't take it seriously."

After giving Ning Xinhe a psychological vaccination, she said, "The upper management seems to be planning to change managers for you and another group of artists."

Ning Xinhe was taken aback, and blurted out: "Why?"

Zhang Wenwen whispered: "I don't know why, I just got the news from Xiao Ma that her Anke manager has been replaced by Sister Lili!"

Anke's current situation is basically the same as his. He hasn't been popular in the company for many years. Ning Xinhe felt a little bit in his heart, but he still couldn't understand: "Generally speaking, artists don't change their managers. How can they change agents on such a large scale?" .”

Zhang Wenwen sighed: "How do I know what the boss thinks?"

When Ning Xinhe came to the director's office, he walked into the office alone, leaving Zhang Wenwen outside.

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