After school bully of the nine-tailed fox stared at me

At 05:30 in the morning, Duan Miansong woke up from his sleep on time.

An excellent president needs to maintain a strong body, not to show attractive eight-pack abs at any time, but to reduce the possibility of sudden death after staying up late and working continuously.

After the morning jog, Duan Miansong took a shower, and the aunt downstairs had already prepared breakfast, including his favorite small wontons in chicken soup. Duan Miansong ate five big bowls very reservedly.

It's time for younger brothers and sisters to get up.The second sister didn't live at home, so Duan Miansong turned into the children's room first, picked up his little sister who had slept all over the place, and then walked around to the third floor, preparing to wake up his lovely younger brother.

My younger brother was not in the room, but the quilt was still warm.

Duan Miansong pondered for a moment, then turned and walked to his bedroom.

Pushing open the door of the bathroom, he successfully captured a little fox cub who secretly sprayed him with cologne.

Facing his younger brother who pretended to be calm and refused to admit it, Duan Miansong let out a long sigh, and decided to give him a bottle of masculine max perfume exclusively for adult demons for his birthday this year.

Time flies so fast, in a blink of an eye, the three bare-bottomed cubs are all starting to fall in love.

With 10 minutes left before work, Duan Miansong offered to braid the little girl with bold hairstyle, but she ruthlessly refused.

The reason is that short shoulder-length hair does not require pigtails.

Duan Miansong felt dejected, his wish would probably not come true in this life.

Don't mention the second sister, no demon wants to put pigtails on an old girl in her [-]s and [-]s, even if she is her own sister.

The work of all presidents is basically the same, hold meetings, approve documents, hold meetings, approve documents, train subordinates, and approve documents.

When it was about lunch break, the chief financial officer knocked on the door of the office, hesitating and hesitating, hesitating and humming, Duan Miansong listened and guessed for almost 10 minutes before he figured out his intention.

The wife is pregnant, and the first child is expected after nearly ten years of marriage.

The doctor said that the fetal image was unstable and there were signs of miscarriage.

Both he and his wife are orphans, and there are no parents around who can help take care of them, so they don't feel at ease no matter how they leave it to others, so they want to ask for leave to go back to spend time with his wife.

She also tearfully asked Duan Miansong to rest assured, saying that working from home would never delay her work, and she was willing to take no salary and be exempted from all vacations for the next year.

Duan Mian held his forehead tightly, his head ached from his moaning.

With a wave of his hand, he approved maternity leave for the next year and a half, with pay and year-end dividends.

The chief financial officer stopped moaning, and just let out a loud cry.

This is a sincere monster, afraid that the president will not know that it takes only ten months to give birth, so he specially reminded Duan Miansong.

Duan Miansong waved his hand, asking him to take good care of his wife during confinement and change the diaper of the child.

The chief financial officer left crying and did not come to work the next day.

The company gradually spread the news that he had been fired by the president, and the directors of several other departments were trembling, and they all took the initiative to work overtime until late at night.

Until they saw the chief financial officer posted a sweet photo with his wife in the circle of friends, and blew a thousand rainbow farts in a fancy way.

There is no entertainment today, lunch will be settled in the staff cafeteria.

If the president's dinner plate is different from that of ordinary employees, it is probably because there are a few pieces of fat braised pork missing.

The old CEO is a picky eater, and he doesn't like meat except chicken and seafood.

I have to go out in the afternoon, and there is a construction site project that needs to be inspected on the spot.Duan Miansong deliberately changed into an ordinary sportswear, trying to sneak into the team of employees to understand the people's sentiments, but unexpectedly became the most beautiful boy on the entire construction site.

It was almost seven o'clock when it ended, and Duan Miansong was dragged by the workers to eat iron pot stew and drink big wine.

The stew in an iron pot was made by the wife of a worker. The soup is thick and thick, and it is very authentic. There is also a row of cornmeal cakes on the side of the pot.

Not to mention, the taste was really good. Duan Miansong ate half a pot of rice by himself, plus four bowls of rice. The workers almost chased him for food money.

Northern men tend to drink a lot, and Duan, who is only used to drinking a glass of red wine before going to bed, is always filled with half a bottle of white. When he walks, his feet are a little floaty, but his consciousness is still clear.

The driver, Xiao Zhao, was waiting on the side of the road on time, ready to take the CEO home to sleep.

Xiao Zhao was driving very steadily, Duan Mian Matsumoto was going to take a nap for a while, but he lost sleepiness after drinking too much, so he opened his private account and swiped Weibo for a while.

The wife posted a new post, taking a selfie by the sea, wearing a snow-skinned red dress, very beautiful.

Of the nine pictures, six are of my son playing in the sand and swimming.

Looking at the lively and cute little black fox in the photo, Duan Miansong smiled, and clicked save one by one.

The last picture of Jiugongge is the back view of a woman.

The woman has a slim figure, wearing a black dress, and has an impressive temperament.Even if she doesn't reveal her true face, she must be a beautiful woman.

Duan Miansong raised his eyebrows, and gave his wife and wife's lover a thumbs up.

That's right.

The role model in many men's hearts, the dream monster of many women, Duan Miansong, the president of the DJ consortium with perfect marks in family background, ability, appearance and personality, is a physical marriage.

This word is a bit sensitive, but there is no need to talk about this color change.

There are no secrets of the rich and powerful, and there is no bloodshed, just a favor.

Duan Miansong's wife, to be precise, is his wife in the legal sense, named Jiang Ling, who is the daughter of the former head of the Jiang family branch of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan.

She is also a childhood sweetheart who grew up in Qingqiu with Duan Miansong.

Men are talented and women are beautiful, young and young, and they are considered to be well-matched to each other. If they are different, something will definitely happen.

But they didn't.

Revolutionary friendship has always been so pure.Because Duan Miansong is a monster who doesn't know what love is by nature, and because Jiang Ling only likes girls since she was a child.

That's right, Jiang Ling, the flower of the fox tribe of that generation, the dream goddess of countless boys, and Jiang Ling, who is known as the god-given face and the successor of Daji's ancestor, is gay.

Naturally, like many gays, and like all straights.

Now that the society is more open, more progressive, more civilized, people and monsters can coexist peacefully and legally obtain a certificate, what does it matter if girls like girls.

Who doesn't like a girl who is fragrant and soft.

But what the society and the world allow, the head of the Jiang family does not allow.

On the day her first love was forcibly sent abroad, Jiang Ling jumped from the eighteenth floor.

The original form, the body, is not protected by any demon power.

Duan Miansong followed and jumped down, spreading out the barrier in mid-air, tightly protecting the little red-haired nine-tailed fox in his arms.

At that time, they were just adults, and the demon power was far from being as deep and stable as it is now. Duan Miansong broke one arm, and the pain caused him to slap Jiang Ling directly with his other good hand.

That was the only time in Duan Miansong's life that he hit a woman.

It was still his best friend.

But worth it.

Jiang Ling was stunned by him, and also woke up.

Looking at Yao who was hugging his thigh and weeping bitterly, Duan Miansong patted the little red-haired head with helpless and compassionate eyes, as if looking at his wayward sister.

He said, marry me.

Don't die, marry me, and go on being yourself, carefree, unscrupulous.

That's what "Qingqiu Little Daji" should look like.

The Jiang family naturally has 1 and [-] wishes.

Being able to marry the Duan family, and being the son of Duan's eldest son who Yaoyao praised as perfect, the head of the Jiang family can wake up with a smile in his dreams.

In fact, he had already contacted the Black Turtle Clan and asked Jiang Ling to marry him next month. This was also one of the triggers for Jiang Ling to jump off the building.

A daughter who can't benefit the family is like a commodity sold at a discount. It doesn't make any difference whether she marries a black turtle or a bastard.

And Jiang Ling.

Before receiving the certificate, she tried to escape from marriage, but was caught by Duan Miansong without telling all the demons.

The little red-haired nine-tailed fox cried heart-rendingly, she said she regretted it, she was so selfish, she was really not a demon, how could she ruin Duan Miansong's life just for her own happiness.

But only Duan Miansong and Jiang Ling knew that he was really the last straw in her life.

Duan Miansong sighed, it seemed like he was forcing a marriage.

A long time, he said.

Jiang Ling, I am a demon who lives for my family.

I don't know love by nature, and I have never liked any monsters. The whole meaning of my existence is for my family, my parents, my brother and sister.

To me, you are also my sister.

I don't understand what is the love you are crazy about, but I see you and Ruan Yuan together, you are smiling, she is also smiling, I feel happy for you.

So, go ahead and be happy.

I have nothing to lose and you don't want to impose any guilt on yourself.In fact, I am also very afraid that the demons in the clan will come to urge the marriage, so we can help each other.

Just like when we were in heat before, pretending that we were temporary partners.

Be my family, Jiang Ling.

Duan Miansong said.

I will protect you, just like protecting Qiangqiang.

In fact, Duan Miansong has been doing this for so many years.

Jiang Ling cried so much that her make-up was all over, the girl tried her best to stop crying, for a long time, her eyes were hazy and she raised her head.

She asked, Old Duan, are you afraid that you have a crush on me?

Pretend to be asexual for the demon you like, but actually suppress yourself, suppress your heart, suppress your feelings...

Duan Miansong asked her to read less romance novels.

The two demons agreed that if Duan Miansong met true love, they would divorce immediately and Jiang Ling would leave the house without leaving the house. Duan Miansong would never give the Jiang family a penny, otherwise Jiang Ling would bite him to death.

The verbal agreement is still not at ease, Jiang Ling knows the virtues of her father too well, she forced Duan Miansong to sign a prenuptial agreement with her, and she was very, very cruel to herself.

And just like that, they got married.

So far, it has been 12 years.

Now, Jiang Ling has become a foreign interpreter, and spends most of the time abroad every year, together with Ruan Yuan, and also brings the child that Dad Duan kindly adopted for their "DINK couple".

And Duan Miansong is still the same as 12 years ago.

He didn't lie, the marriage with Jiang Ling didn't change his life in the slightest.

From the very beginning, his heart was divided in two, the half about his family was full and overflowing, and the half about his lover was empty.

Also used to it.

Duan Miansong rubbed the center of his brows, looked at the shops passing by outside the car, and was thinking about whether to bring some desserts for the younger sister.

Suddenly, a thin and tall figure came into sight, stumbling along the road.

Somewhat familiar.

Chapter 95 Extra Story A CEO’s Unpretentious Day (2) (Chapter moved, not updated)

"Xiao Zhao, stop the car."

Duan Miansong got out of the car with long legs, and just as he was about to pass, he saw the demon squatting down holding the trash can.

Then he opened his mouth, and a rainbow poured out.

Duan Miansong: "..."

After finishing the work, he took out a pack of tissues from his arms and spread them out one by one on the rainbow mosaic.

The action is very serious, and there are still words in the mouth.

"I'm sorry, sanitation aunt, really, hiccup, I can't bear it anymore, sorry to trouble you, really, hiccup, I'm really sorry..."

Duan Miansong wanted to laugh, it was the first time he saw such a polite drunk.

"Excuse me……"

Duan Miansong stepped forward, and just said a few words, the monster stood up, stared at Duan Miansong for three seconds, and then ran away.

Duan Miansong: "?"

Before he could figure out what was going on, the demon had already run several hundred meters away.

Duan Miansong was hesitating whether to follow, but the demon suddenly stopped, turned around, and tilted his head.

"Why don't you come after me?"

Duan Miansong: "..."

Just chase after him, it's not safe to let a drunk demon run around the street at night.

It may have something to do with the original shape, this monster runs unusually fast, like a wild horse running wild, "hehehehahahaha" while running, like a little lunatic who does not meet his age.

Duan Miansong couldn't help being thankful that he didn't wear a suit and leather shoes today.

He didn't raise his hand until his shoelaces became loose from running, barely grabbing a strand of red ponytail.

In an instant, the demon stopped walking as if the pause switch had been pressed.

The big monster turned his head, his face was red, his eyes were shining, and his tone was a little excited.

"Whoa, you caught me—"

Duan Miansong panted and smiled helplessly, "Mr. Feng, you ran too fast."

Feng Yu chuckled, the collar of his shirt, which is always meticulous on weekdays, is loose and loose, his gold-rimmed glasses have gone somewhere, and the rubber band on his small handle has also been lost, his slightly long black hair is messy on his shoulders, and the red ponytail behind him is still there. Shake wildly.

Like a puppy's tail.

Duan Miansong thought inappropriately.

"Where does your family live?" Duan Miansong asked Feng Yu while calling Xiao Zhao who was on standby two streets away.

The adult Lu Shu carefully looked around, then mysteriously stretched out a finger and hooked it.

Duan Miansong reluctantly listened to him.

"I, my family lives in..."

The warm breath smelled of alcohol, and there was an unknown faint fragrance, spraying on Duan Miansong's neck at close range, itching his heart suddenly tightened.

"My family lives in Muyang Mountain, on the shady side, Lushupo Lushu Cave, No. 37 Xiaodong...I'll just tell you...don't tell the other demons!"

Duan Miansong: "..."

It's your address in Shanhai City, not your hometown.

However, Fuyang Mountain.

It's so far away.

"President Duan!"

Xiao Zhao parked the car on the side of the road, opened the door and ran over, "I'll help you! Hey, this is..."

"Tangtang's homeroom teacher."

Duan Miansong didn't use his help, he carried Feng Yu, who was too drunk to stand still, into the car.

Just now, the girl ran like a little crazy horse, and when she got into the car, she seemed to have lost her bones, humming and crawling into Duan Miansong's arms.

There was a lot of space in the back, Duan Miansong wanted him to lie down more comfortably, but Feng Yu hugged his arm so tightly that even Duan Miansong couldn't break free.

Remembering that his younger brother said that the homeroom teacher poked Fei's eyes with a hoof, Duan Miansong pursed his lips and stopped moving.

"President Duan, where are we going?"

Xiao Zhao stared ahead without squinting, and carried out the professionalism that a CEO driver should have to the end.

Duan Miansong wanted to talk about going to the hotel, but after thinking about it, he changed his words: "Go to the nearest apartment to me."

It doesn't seem safe to leave such a drunk monster alone in the hotel.

After all, there are cases of choking to death by one's own vomit in the news every year, and it is a bit miserable to think about it.

You can rest assured that Xiao Zhao is driving, the speed is absolutely stable, the best driver of the president, a proper fast race Didi.

When he got downstairs, Duan Miansong rejected Xiao Zhao's request for help again, and told him to drive carefully when he went back.

Watching the president's figure disappear behind the glass door, the black fox ears on Xiao Zhao's head moved, and he gently wiped a drop of sweat from his forehead.

He has been with the president for almost six years, and he knows that the president and his wife have been separated for many years and are almost divorced.

Drivers also have a circle of drivers, especially those who are the president's queen drivers. They usually gossip and inquire about each other in private.

Xiao Zhao has a strict mouth, gagging in the group is fine, but as long as Duan Miansong's personal affairs are involved, he will immediately pretend to be dead, the kind that can't be woken up even after cremation.

Watching the other drivers in the group share all kinds of sexual gossip about his president's mistresses, Xiao Zhao was very proud at first, hehe, shameless monster, no one can compare to his boss Duan, how upright and noble, how calm he is , how... cold and abstinent.

But as time passed, this idea changed.

He suffers, he suffers for the president!

How can there be an adult demon who hasn't had sex for six years?And it is also a nine-tailed fox with frequent estrus!Sooner or later, Mr. Duan will overwhelm his family! !

If Xiao Zhao knew that the president of his family hadn't had sex for decades, he would probably drive the child crazy.

but! Yes!

Today is different!

With his own eyes, he watched the president catch a big beauty from the street, and then carried him all the way home!The kind that doesn't even let him touch it!

Xiao Zhao turned the steering wheel and drove out of the community humming a song.

I'm sorry, Mrs. President, whom I haven't met.

But Xiao Zhao doesn't know anything, Xiao Zhao is just a little black fox with a short tail and soft ears.

At this moment, Mr. Duan is "fiercely fighting" with the beauty at the door of the apartment.

Not anymore.

Duan Miansong was panting, a thin layer of sweat oozing from his forehead.

What, how could...

How could there be such a heavy demon? ?

Obviously it looks like there is not much flesh in his body.

He didn't have the heart to ask Xiao Zhao to help just now, for fear that his driver would be crushed into a black fox pancake.

Duan Miansong held Feng Yu with one arm, adjusted his posture several times, and finally freed up one hand to press the password.

The moment the door opened, Duan Mian breathed a sigh of relief, as relaxed as just finishing a century-old business negotiation.

"It's home, it's home."

Duan Miansong unconsciously took out the tone of coaxing the younger sister, carried and hugged the demon into the house.

The door of the bedroom is relatively narrow, when I entered, the phone in my pocket vibrated twice, Duan Miansong was distracted, it was really just a distraction, and I heard a "boom".

Feng Yu woke up in a daze, his eyes were moist, and the red spot on his forehead was very conspicuous.

Duan Miansong: "..."

"What's wrong?" The adult Lu Shu was confused.

"It's okay." Duan Miansong patted him on the back, "Just now you accidentally bumped into the door frame."

"oh oh……"

Feng Yu tried hard to open his eyes, and fell asleep again.

Duan Miansong has a lot of experience in taking care of demons, but it is the first time to take care of drunk demons, let alone drunk demons who are not familiar with him.

Feeling a little offended to take a bath for him, Duan Miansong just took off Feng Yu's coat and shoes, and wiped his face and hands for him.

By the way, I combed the messy tail hair.

This is the first time he has come into contact with Lu Shu's tail at such a close distance. It has to be said that it feels very wonderful, soft and smooth, which makes him even want to braid a few braids on it.

Hold back, hold back.

Half an hour later, Duan Miansong covered Feng Yu with a quilt, and he was going to go to the sofa in the living room for the night.

As soon as he stood up, his wrist suddenly sank.

The monster on the bed opened his eyes and stared at him brightly.

Duan Miansong sat back on the bed, "Teacher Feng, are you awake?"

Feng Yu blinked slowly, "Duan Miansong?"

I can recognize him, it seems that he is awake.

Just as Duan Miansong wanted to explain the situation tonight, he put a hand on his waist, and then pressed down hard.

As soon as the head touched the pillow, a head rubbed against it.

The fluffy hair rubbed against his neck itching, Duan Miansong wanted to let go, and a leg that weighed as much as ten thousand pounds pressed on him, Triple Confinement.jpg.

Duan Miansong: "..."

It's okay to be imprisoned, but the key is that pair of bright eyes, which stared at him from bottom to top without blinking.

Are you scared? My heartbeat seems to be a little fast.

It feels really uncomfortable to be stared at by my brother's class teacher like this.

Duan Miansong held a parent-teacher meeting for his younger brother, and when he talked about being No.1 in the class, Feng Yu stared at him like this.

There is some resentment, some complaints, and it feels like he will pounce on you and bite you in the next second.

a long time.

"Hey, you look too good-looking..."

Duan Miansong: "?"

"Is it possible? Can it be so good-looking? Is it allowed by the law? But how can it be so good-looking? God..."

Duan Miansong: "..."

"It's really pretty. I've never seen such a beautiful monster...Hey, let me say, are you a vixen?"

Duan Miansong: "..." He really is.

After being praised as "good-looking" five times in a row, Mr. Duan's face became a little hot.

After running the company for many years, with the growth of age and status, it has been a long, long time since Yao has praised his appearance so bluntly.

The last time I heard such words seemed to be in the distant student days.

The boy with a flushed face held the envelope and stopped him at the corner of the corridor, trembling and shouting loudly, Duan Miansong, you are so pretty, be my boyfriend.

He can't remember the boy's appearance, and he has forgotten what he answered at that time, but Duan Miansong still remembers the feeling at that time.

The warm love that rushes towards her face is always unforgettable for the demon.

Even if he couldn't have such love, he was still grateful that there was a demon who once liked him like this.

His thoughts drifted away, until a dishonest hand climbed up Duan Miansong's chest and squeezed it, Duan Miansong came back to his senses.

"Wow, great pecs."

"Wow, those abs are great."

"Wow, butt..."

Duan Miansong caught that dangerous little hand in time.

Mr. Duan sighed helplessly, "Teacher Feng, you are drunk, go to sleep."

The most taboo thing to do with a drunk is to say that he is drunk.

"I didn't!"

Lu Shu's ultrasonic sound pierced through his ears, and Duan Miansong felt that his eardrums might not be protected.

"I'm super sober!"

Feng Yu yelled, and it seemed that he had used his ten-successful ability to yell at students in class.

"I know you are Duan Mian Song! Duan Mian Song!!"

Chapter 96 Extra Story · Is your bed big enough for a monster to sleep in? (Chapter moved, non-updated)

Duan always felt that he was deaf for a moment.

Fortunately, after shouting this, the adult Lu Shu stopped, his head sank, and he fell back on the pillow.

Duan Miansong breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to take the opportunity to escape when he heard the demon beside him whisper, "Thank you."

"Thank you for donating so many tables and chairs."

Duan Miansong softened his expression, "You're welcome."

The Duan family donated money and materials to various schools every year, but those tables and chairs were indeed extra, and they were used by him to express his apology to Feng Yu.

"On the day of Fuyu Mountain, I had a bad attitude, Mr. Feng, I apologize to you."

According to Feng Yu's gentle personality, he would definitely not say anything to blame him, but Duan Miansong still needs to apologize seriously, after all...

"Oh, I almost kicked you in the face that day."

Duan Miansong: "..."

What about gentleness? ?

"You are so irritating, you are so gentle with other monsters, you are angry with me, and you scare me... You think I am afraid of you, you can't even beat me, tsk..."

Duan Miansong: "..."

Based on the strength Feng Yu showed just now, he might not be able to fight.

"But I understand you too."

The adult Lu Shu turned over, his forehead rested on Duan Miansong's shoulder, his nasal voice was a bit heavy.

"For you, family is the most important thing, the only untouchable bottom line... I am the same, if anyone dares to touch my student, I, hiccup, I will kill him..."

The corners of Duan Miansong's lips raised slightly.

That's right, I can see that the head is still lying in the medical room of the research center.

but……

Is his family-caring attribute so obvious?Even the younger brother's head teacher can see it?

"Thirsty..." The demon next to him muttered softly.

Duan Miansong got up quietly, rummaged through the kitchen for a while, and found half a bottle of honey that had solidified.

Returning to the bed with honey water, Duan Miansong turned on the night light beside the bed and saw that Feng Yu had changed into a very strange sleeping position.

Legs splayed, hands raised over ears in a sort of surrendering position, baby-like, the way his brother liked to sleep when he was a kid.

Duan Miansong showed a smile that he didn't notice, thinking, this appearance must not be seen by others, especially by Teacher Feng's students.

Otherwise, the world might be destroyed.

The dim light may really have the effect of a filter. Looking at Feng Yu's sleeping face, Duan Miansong suddenly realized that Teacher Feng is actually quite good-looking.

He is handsome and delicate, with fair skin, long eyelashes, thin lips, and a small mole on the corner of his lips.

Duan Miansong was a little lost in thought, and didn't come back to his senses until the warm honey water in his hand became slightly cold.

Putting the honey water on the bedside, Duan Miansong exited the bedroom in a panic.

Only the floor lamp was turned on in the living room, the lights outside the window were dim, and the traffic flowed like the Milky Way.

Duan Miansong stood in front of the window, raised his hand to press his beating heart.

what happened.

This kind of situation has happened several times tonight. At a certain moment, my heart started to jump left and right for no reason, as if I was frightened.

This feeling is so strange that Duan Miansong feels a little flustered in his heart.

After thinking for a moment, Duan Miansong took out his mobile phone and clicked on the search engine.

Enter: Symptoms of premature heart failure.

Will a 70-year-old demon have a heart attack?

Prevention and treatment of heart disease.

Noon the next day.

Feng Yu woke up on the soft and comfortable big bed, her whole body was sore and her headache was splitting.

As soon as he raised his hand, he touched the honey water on the bedside table, took it and drank it without even thinking about it.

Just about to swallow the last mouthful, Feng Yu opened his sleepy eyes, and then successfully sprayed it out.

What, what's the situation!

Could it be that he caught up with the craze and wore books? Otherwise, how could he wake up in a "two hundred square meter" bed? !

Will the president come over and pinch his chin in the next moment to make him stop playing with fire?

Ah, the headache.

Feng Yu hissed, patted his forehead, and without hesitation lifted the silk quilt and rolled over to get out of bed.

The president doesn't look very rich either. The style of the apartment is quite ordinary and the decoration is simple, not magnificent at all.

Feng Yu swayed barefoot and complained, and when he glanced at the coffee table in the living room, he paused suddenly.

It's a post-it note.

The handwriting is neat and powerful, and the strokes are restrained. Feng Yu's occupational disease broke out, and he just showed a satisfied smile. The moment he saw the content, the smile froze at the corner of his mouth.

——Teacher Feng, I picked you up on the street last night. Seeing that you were drunk and unconscious, I took it upon myself to take you back to my private house. I hope you are forgiven for being inappropriate and abrupt.

There is a change of clothes in the bedroom closet, and all the bathroom supplies are new. If you don't mind, please feel free to use them.

Note: Your glasses were not found last night, or they were lost. If you have any inconvenience, please contact me or my assistant.

Duan Mian Song.

Next to the post-it note, there were two business cards with a bottle of hangover medicine pressed on it, and the bottle cap had been unscrewed for him thoughtfully.

Feng Yu didn't have time to be moved, but felt that the hangover headache was even more painful.

"Aha……"

Teacher Feng covered her head, and slowly knelt down on the floor beside the sofa.

Is there anything worse than being drunk and wandering the streets? Yes, and that is being picked up by your own student's parents.

Is there anything worse than getting drunk and being picked up by a student's parent? Yes, that parent is Duan Miansong.

Feng Yu lay on the ground, unwilling to get up for a long time.

What is his virtue when he is drunk, he knows it very well.

He couldn't recall what happened last night at all, this clip was really very clean and thorough.

Maybe, maybe he didn't do anything else, hahaha, maybe he just fell asleep, um, it must be...

The word "run away" on the post-it note appeared in front of his eyes, Feng Yu suddenly raised his head, Lu Shu was in despairjpg.

Damn, he won't run around like crazy again, right? !

Help.

Why not let him wear a book!

"hiss……"

The shame was quickly drowned out by the intense stomach pain.

This is the root cause of Feng Yu's illness in the early years. After drinking, his stomach hurts like a needle, and he must put something warm in it.

There was a fruit plate and snacks on the coffee table, Feng Yudu sipped a few mouthfuls, and poured down the hangover medicine by the way.

Stomach still hurts.

Feng Yu hesitated for a moment, but walked into the kitchen anyway.

The oversized double-door refrigerator gave him unlimited expectations. After opening, there was a bottle of mineral water lying alone in it and his sayhi.

Feng Yu: "..."

He didn't know that Duan Miansong had already piled up all the edible things at home on the coffee table.

Feng Yu had no choice but to turn on the location of his mobile phone, and then ordered a supermarket delivery.

Mr. Feng's cleanliness can be done by himself and he will never eat takeaway.

The stomach after a hangover is very comforting. Often, all you need is a bowl of hot noodle soup, a few slices of ham, a few green vegetables, and no need to lie down on eggs.

After Feng Yu finished drinking the noodle soup, cleaned the dishes and chopsticks, and tidied up the kitchen, he spared no time to look at himself.

Her hair was a little messy, and the stubble was protruding. The shirt on her body was wrinkled after wearing it all night. If she went out like this, the teacher's reputation of Kunlun High School might be harmed for no reason.

Feng Yu sat on the sofa and pondered for about 10 minutes, with a constipated expression on his face.

In the end, she moved back to Duan Miansong's bedroom step by step.

Because it is a temporary residence, Duan Miansong doesn't usually live here much, there are only a few spare suits in the closet, and a pile of unopened socks and underwear.

Taking a peek at the size of the underwear, it was two sizes larger than what he usually wears.

Feng Yu picked out a relatively casual suit, then blushed and grabbed a box of trousers, turned around and rushed into the bathroom.

5 minute later.

"what--"

In the bathroom mirror, Feng Yu looked at her own tail that was braided into countless small braids, and Lu Shu was stunned.jpg.

This, this is what he did when he was drunk? !

"So, what we mean is, the land behind the moat in the north of the city..."

"Not for sale."

The red-haired demon with her legs crossed, dangling on the leather sofa, with one foot on the tea table, almost had the words "rogue" written on her face.

The secretary was a little anxious, "But we have already agreed—"

"So what?"

The red-haired demon snorted coldly, "That piece is our underground land, whether to sell it or not, I have the final say!"

"you……"

The little secretary almost cried out of anger at him.

The project that was already negotiated, but then backtracked when signing the contract, this kind of thing can only be done by those monsters in the underground black market!

"Xiao He."

Duan Miansong raised his hand, and told the crying little secretary to go behind and wipe away his tears.

"So, how much does Mr. Chen want to add?"

The red-haired monster grinned, "Mr. Duan is indeed a smart monster. In this way, my brother won't come with you for those fake things. You take that piece of land for this number!"

Saying that, the red-haired demon gestured a number.

The little secretary opened his eyes wide, the price was twice as high as the price in the contract!

Duan Miansong closed her eyes and smiled lowly.He behaved dignifiedly and did not panic at all, as if he had already guessed it.

Doing business is all about coming and going, and you have to let others earn what you earn.But being blackmailed or doing charity is not necessary.

He is bound to get the land in the north of the city, and it seems that he can only...

The mobile phone placed aside vibrated, Duan Mian Matsumoto was about to hang up, but when he saw the caller ID, his eyes paused.

"Sorry, I'll take a call."

"Teacher Feng?"

"Ah."

"No discomfort."

"That's good."

"You're welcome."

On the opposite side, the red-haired demon quietly raised her ears.

"Did you leave your coat? It's okay, I'll let Tangtang bring it to you."

"My bed?"

Duan Mian paused, "It's about 3.2x3 meters, what's the matter?"

I don't know what was said on the other side, Duan Miansong's lips lightly raised, "Okay, goodbye, Teacher Feng."

After hanging up the phone, Duan Miansong's expression returned to his usual indifference.

"Then shall we continue?"

"No no no, wait a minute—"

The red-haired demon has changed from crossing his legs to sitting upright, "May I ask Mr. Duan, the person who was on the phone with you just now is my... no, is it Teacher Feng Yufeng from Kunlun High School?"

Using one's special ability to eavesdrop on other demon's phone calls is not the work of a serious demon.

Duan Miansong raised his eyes, the red-haired monster's heart trembled when he saw the precaution and scrutiny.