After becoming a demon hunter, he found out that Lao Gong was the demon emperor

"Boss, the time agreed with Mr. Mu is coming soon."

"Well, let's go!"

Tan Gaojie: Why do you think the boss is in a bad mood?

It was rare for Song Zheng to wear a suit. The last time he wore a suit was to act as the leader's driver.

Today it is about making money.

Song Zheng pushed Rong Xie into the reserved private room.

The content of the chat involved not only the site selection and layout of the bookstore, but also the later marketing. Song Zheng was not very interested and focused on eating food.

But the food is also very reserved, he is not stupid enough to really just come to eat.

The chatting process was quite pleasant, and both parties were also very satisfied. In order to reach a cooperation as soon as possible, Song Zheng also helped Rong Xie drink several glasses of wine.

Anyway, he is not drunk for a thousand drinks, and it is no problem to dump a bunch of them.

It's just that I can't help but want to go to the toilet.

Song Zheng went out and went into the bathroom, thinking while turning on the water: It turns out that the transactions were all negotiated at the dinner table. This is true, and it can be regarded as a personal experience.

It's just that I didn't expect to run into the leader after washing my hands when I came out.

"Teacher? What a coincidence."

Although Song Zheng wasn't too enthusiastic about He Lan these days, he could not fault the politeness he should have, that is, he spoke with a sense of distance.

He Lan frowned, he smelled the alcohol on Song Zheng's body, and the feeling of irritability became more obvious.

"you've been drinking?"

"Ah."

Song Zheng was a little surprised, he didn't expect to meet He Lan here.

Moreover, the leader's face did not look very happy.

"How much wine did you drink?"

"Not much, just a few drinks. Teacher, you forgot that I can't get drunk."

He Lan couldn't help but sneered in his heart, how could he forget that this little thing drinks like water.

Probably because He Lan's expression was too ugly, Song Zheng couldn't help asking: "Teacher, are you feeling unwell?"

He Lan just wanted to shake his head, but his movements stopped, and he simply raised his hand to support his forehead: "I have a headache."

Song Zheng's heart tightened, He Lan would have a headache even if he is so powerful, it must be because of some injury!

He couldn't help but stepped forward to take a closer look.

"When did you start to have a headache? Have you been to the hospital? It's not serious."

As he spoke, he could smell the smell of alcohol, which was different from what Song Zheng drank.

"Why do you still drink when you have a headache?"

It was just a few short words, with complaints, but inexplicably, the dull pain in his chest disappeared.

He Lan couldn't help but leaned forward, looked down at him, and said in a gentle voice, "It's an old problem, it's not serious, it's just a little uncomfortable."

In fact, it is not entirely a lie to say that he has a headache. He Lan doesn't remember when he had this problem, and it is really annoying to feel pain occasionally.

The little bit of unhappiness in Song Zheng's heart has long since been thrown away.

He thought about Rong Xie who was still in the box, and hesitated: "Did you bring the driver? Where's the assistant from before?"

He Lan opened her eyes and said nonsense: "Assistant asked for leave today, I came alone, I couldn't refuse the dinner, and I got a headache after drinking a little wine."

Song Zheng: "Then wait a minute, I'll say hello to my friend, and I'll take you back later."

He Lan: "Okay, I'll wait for you."

Song Zheng never thought that He Lan would lie, so he entered the box worried.

Rong Xie listened to his low-pitched explanation, and said with a smile: "In that case, should I ask the driver to give you a ride?"

Song Zheng: "No need, you talk first, I don't understand these things very well, just figure it out!"

For financial things, he really has a headache.

Rong Xie: "Then slow down on the road!"

Song Zheng drank another glass of wine in one gulp, accompanies him for a crime, and leaves first.

Outside the corridor, He Lan leaned against the wall, not feeling ashamed at all for her actions.

In the fire scene, the sarira protects the lord, so he could strike again and take the sarira, but the first thing he thought of was not the sarira, but this person.

There are some things that can deceive others, but not oneself. This child is special to him.

Not for relics, but special from the start.

He Lan lowered his head and sent a text message to his assistant. Everything was discussed, and it didn't matter if he was there or not.

After Song Zheng came out, he took He Lan out, took a taxi, and went all the way back to the dormitory.

Helping He Lan to go upstairs, the people who could stand upright now are all hanging on Song Zheng's body like bones.

This weight is not enough to tire him, but the distance is too close and he is not used to it.

Song Zheng stood at the door, looked at the code on the door, and asked, "Teacher, why don't you open the door first before going to sleep."

He Lan buried her head in his neck and whispered a series of numbers.

The warm breath sprayed on his neck, and the hairs on Song Zheng's back stood up.

Didn't even hear what he said.

He calmed down and asked again.

He Lan seemed a little impatient.

He suddenly stretched out his hand, held the back of Song Zheng's hand on the combination lock, and entered the password bit by bit with his fingers.

Song Zheng felt that his whole body was going to explode, his face was boiling with heat, and his neck to the tip of his ears was tinged with pink.

The door opened in response, and He Lan pushed Song Zheng into the door stumblingly, and then closed the door smoothly.

This is Song Zheng's first time entering his house.

The home decoration is very simple, different from the dormitory he lives in, the main color is black, white and gray, it looks very deserted.

There are not too many decorations in the house. Except for the necessary furniture and TV, there is not even a single photo. It is as clean as a model room.

He put He Lan on the sofa, and said in a low voice, "You take a rest first, and I'll boil a pot of water."

Song Zheng hurried into the kitchen, stretched out his hands and rubbed his ears, turned on the tap and washed his face first.

The action just now was too ambiguous, he advised himself not to think too much, it was just because the leader was drunk.

Song Zheng looked around but couldn't find the kettle.

He hurried back to his dormitory again, and brought the kettle to boil water.

During this period, He Lan sat motionless on the sofa, but his eyes did not let go of any of Song Zheng's movements, and he could see even the touch of red on the tip of his ear.

He Lan felt that he might be really drunk, otherwise why would he find him cute everywhere?

Song Zheng quickly finished boiling a pot of water, poured it into a cup, and brought it over after it cooled down.

"Teacher, does your head still hurt?"

He Lan took his hand, drank a glass of water, shook his head, and nodded again.

Looking at his face so closely, Song Zheng felt that the temperature that had just dropped began to gradually rise again, and gradually surged all over his body.

"Do you think I'm drunk?" He Lan asked suddenly.

Song Zheng looked at the leader's peachy face and watery eyes, and replied, "Drunk."

Otherwise, how could there be such a crime-inducing look.

"Then you can stay here tonight, I'm drunk after all."

After Song Zheng didn't understand the logic of him being drunk and living with him, He Lan shrank back, put his head on his lap, closed his eyes, and just fell asleep.

Song Zheng froze and didn't dare to move.

After waiting for a while, he didn't relax until He Lan's breathing became stable.

He gently tossed the cup in his hand, and extravagantly pasted a symbol for movement, and placed the cup on the table beside him.

Then he lowered his head and looked at the familiar man sleeping on his lap.

A long time ago, Song Zheng used He Lan as his idol. He wanted to become a demon catcher so that he could one day stand shoulder to shoulder with this man.

Later, the development of the matter deviated from his idea, and this person just appeared in front of him.

Song Zheng carefully hid the feelings in his heart that he didn't know whether it was admiration or liking, and joined the Monster Hunting League.

The closer you get, the more you will discover how powerful this man is. It is not enough for him to catch up, and he needs to work harder.

Originally thought that there was a natural moat between the two.

But this time, this person is sleeping quietly beside him, like an ordinary person who is too ordinary to be ordinary.

Song Zheng could finally stare at him infatuatedly and boldly.

After watching for an unknown amount of time, he also leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes.

Song Zheng dreamed again, he dreamed of the little wolf cub.

The little wolf cub seemed to have grown up a bit, and its coat color was still beautiful and pure white, shining brightly in the sun.

Hair seems to be smoother.

In the dream, Song Zheng's favorite thing to do was to pluck his hair, and he would carry this wolf in his arms wherever he went.

The little wolf cub was reluctant to be held by him, preferring to run behind him.

It's a whole day for two people to play.

Song Zheng also particularly likes those eyes, which are blue and beautiful.

Song Zheng was having fun in his dream, but He Lan quietly opened his eyes.

He stretched out a hand and touched Song Zheng's forehead.

People who were already asleep fell into a deeper sleep.

He Lan sat up, took off Song Zheng's suit, and sent him to the bed in the bedroom so that he could sleep more comfortably.

He stared at Song Zheng's sleeping face for a long time, and couldn't help but reach out and touch it.

Have I known you for a long time, or why do you feel so familiar?

……

Song Zheng fell into a deep sleep this time, and was still a little dazed when he woke up.

This is not his room, with a snow-white roof and gray sheets.

The memory suddenly came back, and Song Zheng jumped up from the bed like a spring.

He remembered that he should have fallen asleep on the sofa yesterday, and thinking about it, this bedroom should be the leader's.

He climbed out of bed and opened the curtains.

It was already bright outside, the sun was hanging high, and it was probably after eight o'clock at least.

A voice came from outside the door, and Song Zheng went out barefoot.

In the kitchen a figure was walking around.

Apart from the leader, there is no one else who can appear here.

"Wake up, wash up and have breakfast!"

He Lan was wearing light-colored home clothes and slippers, and was looking at him with a plate.

Song Zheng had never seen He Lan like this before, and suddenly he was very down-to-earth, like an ordinary person.

"I was drunk last night, thank you for your care."

He Lan pushed up his glasses and smiled very gently.

Song Zheng looked at himself, his shirt was wrinkled, his trousers were wrinkled, his hair was messed up, his face hadn't been washed, maybe there was still saliva in the corner of his mouth! ! !

He disappeared at the door of the bedroom like a gust of wind, and ran back to the opposite side in the blink of an eye.

Five minutes later, Song Zheng, dressed in casual attire, stood at the door again.

"I'm sorry, teacher, I slept too deeply last night." Song Zheng was very annoyed that he just slept like this, and didn't even respond to being hugged to bed.

"It's okay, let's have breakfast first!"

He Lan replied with a very good temper.

Song Zheng looked at the table, the porridge, buns, and eggs were a little dazed.

It had been a long time since no one had prepared breakfast for him.

He Lan served him a bowl of porridge and placed it in front of him.

"Eat, it should be cold later."

Song Zheng lowered his head to eat in silence.

Halfway through the meal, the leader sitting opposite suddenly asked, "I was drunk yesterday, didn't I do anything out of the ordinary?"

Song Zheng didn't know what he thought of, and stammered: "No...no!"

He Lan seemed to be relieved, and stretched out a hand to cover the back of his hand very naturally.

"So, this action is not out of line, right?"

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