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Zhao Jin sighed, and said earnestly, "Xiao Zhuang, how can you say such things in the live broadcast room? The platform will send the video to the company every day. Now even I can't help it."

Zhuang Jiu analyzed: "...I thought you didn't pay much attention to the live broadcast, but I was too naive."

Leaving such a handle behind, Zhuang Jiuxi immediately became an unreasonable little coward. Fortunately, his rationality remained. He thought for a while and asked dejectedly:

"Then what's the attitude of Mr. Shen? Do you want to deduct money or fire? This is my own work mistake, and I can bear the consequences."

Zhao Jin coughed and asked, "Sir, I want to ask you if the tablet you mentioned last time is ready."

"it is done!"

Zhuang Jiuxi immediately said: "I'll take it off now and let you take it back."

Secretary Zhao said seriously: "Go take a shower and tidy up, come with me later, and hand over the memorial tablet to the gentleman in person, to show your sincerity."

"...All right." Zhuang Jiuxi knew he was in the wrong, and no longer resisted such topics, he agreed resentfully.

Zhao Jin looked at his back as he returned to the room, and couldn't bear to look away. What a good boy, it's a pity to meet his husband's crazy self-directed and self-acted fishing law enforcement.

Poor Xiao Zhuang probably doesn't know how shameless Shen Yunqi is. In order to deceive people, he even cunningly guides his children to make mistakes...

Scum, scum!

He shook his head, took out his mobile phone and called, and reported in a low voice, "Sir, it's done."

On the other end of the phone, Shen Yunqi was obviously not surprised, he was sure of winning.

The man lazily said: "Clean him up for me, don't make him look like he escaped from a refugee camp like last time, it's too eye-catching."

The corner of Zhao Jin's mouth twitched, thinking that this is some kind of bastard, but he responded very calmly: "Okay, sir."

Zhuang Jiuxi had just finished taking a shower when he heard a loud noise outside. He was wearing a bathrobe and was walking out while wiping the water stains on his hair. Looking around suspiciously, he saw that there were too many people in the living room. A bunch of busy workers.

The leading man was dressed in a fashionable fashion, but his face was a little pale, and he looked around suspiciously from time to time, as if he was afraid of the prestige of a haunted house, and there was anxiety in his brows.

As soon as he saw Zhuang Jiuxi, his eyes lit up immediately, and he shouted excitedly: "Mr. Zhuang is out, hurry up, everyone hurry up!"

Everyone rushed forward.

Zhuang Jiuxi was taken aback. He didn't even have time to escape, so he was pinned on the sofa in the living room. Immediately afterwards, he heard the leading man shouting:

"Little A blows his hair, and Little B cuts his nails!"

"C! Little C trimmed his irregular eyebrows!"

"Hurry up and pack up the people, we can go out early, this place is gloomy, it scares the living!"

Zhuang Jiu analyzed:? ? ?

The parties have no right to speak.

A group of people blow hair and trim eyebrows here, and the staff there have already put rows of clothes into his closet, and they didn't forget to fold all his old clothes and put them on the bottom.

Secretary Zhao said to him kindly and gently: "Xiao Zhuang, don't wear old clothes in the future, sir has told you, just tell me if you need anything."

Hmm... As for the original words about the refugee camp, he will not convey them.

Zhuang Jiuxi looked completely new after being tidied up, his hair was cut short to reveal his full forehead, and he put on a soft beige sweater that was skin-friendly. Coupled with his dizzy appearance, he looked so obedient.

He walked out in a daze, his brain was temporarily unable to think, and he could only reply blankly: "I scolded him like that behind his back, but he is still so kind to me..."

Could it be that the matter of the bronze bell last time really misunderstood the Living Bodhisattva?

With this in mind, he followed Secretary Zhao to Shen Yunqi's residence, a small courtyard with a pleasant scenery.

A group of Taoist priests were walking around the courtyard with a serious expression, holding a compass.

"Master Xuan Jing."

Zhao Jin greeted the leading Taoist priest, "I'm sorry to bother you today."

Taoist Xuan Jing put down the compass, but the expression on his face became more and more serious, he said slowly: "Secretary Zhao, there is indeed a lot of yin in this courtyard, if Mr. Shen does not want to move out, it is best to Ask him to come down to cooperate with our exorcism ceremony, the effect will be better."

Secretary Zhao twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Okay, I will pass it on."

Zhuang Jiuxi followed behind him and walked into the small building behind the courtyard. He looked around curiously, but only saw antique furniture and some exquisite porcelain vases, "Secretary Zhao, is Mr. Shen also haunted here?"

However, he clearly didn't smell any Yin Qi.

It is completely different from Rongshen Manor.

Zhao Jin didn't speak, just pressed the elevator and took him upstairs.

It's late autumn now, with gloomy weather and cold wind, Zhuang Jiuxi was so cold that he sneezed as soon as he went up to the top floor. He rubbed his nose, and before he had time to express his thoughts, he looked up and saw the glass tea room in the distance .

Zhao Jin beckoned him to come in.

The glass door cuts off the cold wind outside, and the interior is warm.

Shen Yunqi sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, holding a teacup in his long and slender hands, admiring the scenery outside leisurely.

Every time I see this person, I can refresh Zhuang Jiuxi's understanding of the word "enjoyment".

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the man turned his head, looked at Zhuang Jiuxi with a smile in his violet-like eyes, looked up and down, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Yes, I finally look a bit human today."

Zhuang Jiu analyzed: "..." Is this a human speech?Why can't you learn from your ancestor, Brother Ghost, so be more reliable!

It has to be said that Shen Yunqi and Mr. Li Gui are really similar in appearance, but their temperament is very different.

Although Mr. Li Gui is gloomy and indifferent, Zhuang Jiuxi can always smell a sense of security. Looking at Shen Yunqi again, his face is beautiful and aggressive, and even the way he smiles has a sense of indifference and injustice .

Zhuang Jiuxi took out a tablet from his schoolbag, put it next to him, and said sullenly, "Mr. Shen, this is for you as promised. It's a bit ugly, but fortunately, it's my heart. I want to come to you." I wouldn't mind either."

Block this bastard with words first, so that he won't be picky about his own work!

Unusual, Shen Yunxi raised the corner of his eyes and glanced at the bumpy wooden sign, but he really didn't speak sarcastically, but commented with a smile: "The handwriting is not bad."

Secretary Zhao at the side couldn't stand it anymore, changed the subject cryptically, and conveyed the words of Daoist Xuan Jing, "If he said he wanted to exorcise evil spirits, at most you should go down and cooperate in person, the effect will be better."

It's a pity that Shen Yunqi was not interested in this at all. He sat on the sofa and looked at Zhuang Jiuxi with a pair of smiling purple eyes without blinking. Yangyang threw the ball to the boy in front of him:

"Xiao Zhuang, what do you think?"

Zhuang Jiuxi pretended to be stupid: "What did you say?"

Shen Yunqi rubbed the Buddhist beads on his wrist, and asked with a smile: "Master Xuan Jing came to exorcise evil spirits with good intentions, but unfortunately it's too cold today, I don't want to go down, do you have any good solutions?"

Zhuang Jiuxi looked at him speechlessly, there are still real people who are so lazy, and justified their fear of the cold.

If possible, he wanted to say, just let a few Taoist priests come up to exorcise you.

Before he spoke, Shen Yunqi added leisurely: "The idea is good, so what you did in the live broadcast room can be ignored."

Zhuang Jiu analyzed the words on his lips, and changed the topic directly: "It's easy to handle, Mr. Shen, just send the tablet down and let him cooperate with the priests to drive away evil spirits on your behalf!

These days, since there are Didi taxis and Didi fishing, it’s nothing to use Didi to exorcise evil spirits, right? "

The corner of Secretary Zhao's mouth twitched, and he looked at Zhuang Jiuxi with an indescribable look, as if saying that your idea is really bad.

However, this idea was just right for Shen Yunqi's appetite for deviant old bastards. He lazily leaned on the sofa, said with a smile, and said to Zhao Jin: "Did you hear that? Tell them, choose a little Taoist priest to hug you!" Exorcising evil spirits with my tablet, um... How about a hundred thousand at a time?"

Secretary Zhao said euphemistically: "It's not about money, I'm afraid Daoist Xuan Jing will feel that you are insulting him."

"I go!"

A loud voice suddenly sounded, and Zhuang Jiuxi picked up the tablet, and said impassionedly: "Mr. Shen has been kind to me in recreating him, and he is a living Bodhisattva in my heart. I also put my hard work into this tablet, so don't bother I’m a Taoist priest, I’ll hold it down to exorcise evil spirits myself!”

He still didn't forget to add a sentence to Shen Yunqi: "Mr. Shen, remember to pay now."

After finishing speaking, he went down holding the memorial tablet, walking with the wind, coming and going in a hurry, and at a fast speed, for fear that someone would snatch the deal from him.

Secretary Zhao: "..."

Looking at the living Bodhisattva again, he was robbed of 10 yuan by someone, and now he was laughing on the sofa, looking overjoyed.

Not long after, such a scene appeared in the other courtyard.

Shen Yunxi sat in the glass tea room, drinking tea leisurely, and looked down from time to time, and saw the beautiful young man standing in the courtyard against the cold wind, holding a memorial tablet, surrounded by a group of Taoist priests... to exorcise evil spirits.

Zhuang Jiuxi held his head high, his posture straight, his eyes were shining, and he wished his eyes could become the shape of money.

Shen Yunqi propped his chin and watched with great interest, and said leisurely, "Look at how cute he is working hard to make money."

Zhao Jin looked at the tablet of the living person, and then at Zhuang Jiuxi who was holding the tablet as if he was holding a gold brick, thinking that he was really worrying.

Only a strange creature like Zhuang Jiuxi can live happily in front of a moody mad dog like Mr.

Shen Yunqi really cared about his source of happiness. Seeing that the exorcism time was passing by, he still threw the coat on the sofa to Zhao Jin, and said lazily: "Tell them, the exorcism is almost enough, don't leave us alone." Xiao Zhuang and my tablets were frozen."

The corner of Secretary Zhao's mouth twitched, but he took the coat cooperatively and went downstairs.

The exorcism ceremony lasted for three and ten minutes.

The Taoist priests were sweating profusely from the exhaustion of wielding swords and swords. Zhuang Jiuxi stood on the spot holding the tablet. He should have been shivering from the cold, but when he thought about more than 1000 yuan per minute, his blood boiled...!

If it weren't for the Taoist priest not letting him move, Zhuang Jiuxi would have liked to hold the tablet and kiss his eyes, and then dance around everyone.

Pole dancing works too.

But he couldn't move, and he couldn't stop his excitement. Zhuang Jiuxi looked at the sweaty priests, and he didn't forget to greet with concern: "Everyone has worked hard!"

"The Taoist is tired, let's continue after the rest, the body is the capital of the revolution!"

"Don't worry about me, I can stand for another hour!"

When he was excited, not only was he not cold, but he almost became hot all over.

Secretary Zhao heard his voice as soon as he came up, and his hair was blacked out.He hurried forward to stop it, um... afraid that Zhuang Jiuxi would not freeze to death, and then he would piss off the priests.

"Sir, it's ok, everyone, let's go into the house and have a rest."

Zhao Jin chatted with Taoist Xuanjing for a few words, then handed the coat to Zhuang Jiuxi, and said angrily, "Put it on, don't freeze."

"Neither cold nor cold," Zhuang Jiuxi dressed up obediently, a faint scent of sandalwood entered his nose, he sniffed carefully, it should be the smell of Shen Yunqi.

He touched his pocket again and took out a bank card.

Secretary Zhao said lightly, "I'll give you the reward."

"Thank you Brother Zhao, thank you Mr. Shen!"

Zhuang Jiuxi was moved to tears, and said emotionally: "Thank you for injecting...funding for my dream..."

Because the emotions were too excited, a bad feeling suddenly surged up.

Zhuang Jiuxi's complexion changed drastically, and his eyes suddenly became flustered. He looked around, grabbed Secretary Zhao's hand, and blurted out: "Brother Zhao, where is the bathroom?"

Secretary Zhao was stunned for a moment, and seeing his anxious face, he hurriedly brought him over.

The boy rushed in like a whirlwind.

"Bam—!"

The door was slammed shut.

In the next second, the scorching temperature spread from the top of his head to his whole body. Zhuang Jiuxi turned his head, and the mirror on the washstand clearly reflected a pair of fluffy fox ears on top of his head, which were fiery red and vivid.

Behind him, a big fluffy tail protruded from his body, flicking back and forth recklessly.

"..."

After a while, Zhuang Jiuxi covered his face in pain, and let out a cry of grief: "Is this the extreme joy begets sorrow... Where are you, Brother Gui, I need you..."

Without Brother Gui, how could he take back this mutated demon body!

If this can't be taken back...

Zhuang Jiuxi tried hard to hold his breath, and he thought about the tragedy that would happen next. How would Shen Yunqi react when he saw his fox ears and tail?

Arrest him for human experimentation?

Or are unscrupulous profiteers auctioning him off to make money? ? ?

It feels possible!

Zhuang Jiuxi turned around anxiously, walking back and forth in the room, "No, I have to calm down as soon as possible. Without Brother Gui, I have to calm down and calm down so that I can control them."

Inhale, exhale, relax... exhale...

He closed his eyes and slowly calmed himself down.

Just then...a knock on the door suddenly sounded.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Yunqi's lazy voice as always, with a hint of teasing, reminded: "Xiao Zhuang, you have been inside for 15 minutes, are you feeling unwell? I have a private doctor here Let me help you take a look."

"You caused the problem because you held the tablet for me. Don't worry, this must be a work-related injury."

"not talking……"

The man chuckled, "Could it be that he can't stand up anymore? Zhao Jin, bring the spare key."

Zhuang Jiuxi, who had just been calm for a few seconds, suddenly exploded. He instinctively put his hands against the door and shouted angrily, "Get away from me, you bastard..."

You...this...old...wang...ba...

The last five words blurted out, and then he felt the air freeze instantly.