Succubus just want to cook

Absorbing enough spiritual power to maintain his adult form, Japixiu returned to the company, turned his heart palpitations into motivation, and finished three days of work in one afternoon.

Being too efficient is not a good thing either. Japixiu, who had nothing to do, leaned back on the boss chair, and couldn't help but think of the soft blond hair of the little succubus, with the scent of mint spreading from it.

Zhu Li knocked on the door and entered the CEO's office, and happened to see Jia Pixiu covering his face and leaning back, shocked.

He rushed up in two or three steps, and asked eagerly, "Boss, what's the matter? Did the devil splash acid on your face?! Did Mammon and those bastards do it? What conditions did they put forward?! Do you want me to contact the Protoss to enforce the law?" By?"

Jia Pixiu just took advantage of his free time to have a good time, but Zhu Li's a ton of questions covered his head and face.

The spring is gone, and the hair and fragrance of the little succubus are also gone.

Jia Pixiu put down his hands expressionlessly: "I'm fine."

"Huh——" Zhu Li was startled, patted his chest and said, "It's really scary... If it's okay, why did you suddenly cover your face and lie down, boss?"

Japixiu wanted to ask a question.

I own the entire company, and I am the highest-ranking Pixiu in the name of the Pixiu clan. Can't I lie down on my chair for a while after the work is done?

But in the end he only said lightly: "I'm tired."

"Don't be joking, boss." Zhu Li chuckled, "Even if the sky falls, the earth breaks open, and the Pixiu clan donates all their property, you won't be tired."

Japixiu: ...

Japixiu:?

Jia Pixiu really wanted to know what he had done to leave such a steely image of a strong demon to his subordinates.

Zhu Li's face was full of "stop joking", Jia Pixiu was extremely tired.

"Do you have anything to report?" He finally waved his hand wearily, and sat up straight to change the topic.

"There are two things." Zhu Li remembered the business and opened the notepad, "The first thing is that Pixiu Catering plans to break through fast food and develop into a more high-end restaurant. I sent you the plan before. They this time The result of the discussion is to let the publicity contact Mr. Han Bo, continue to cooperate with him, and use his current influence on social media to promote the development of Pixiu Catering."

Japixiu nodded: "What about the other thing?"

"Another matter is related to Mamen. Mamen refuses to admit that he instigated his tribe to persecute others, and insists that the three Mamen tribe who went to Mr. Han Bo's house to make troubles are individual acts and have nothing to do with the ethnic group. At the same time, they distort the facts. You questioned that you were self-directed and self-acted about the restoration talisman, and you refused to provide a solution." Zhu Liyue said more and more angrily, "It's simply turning black and white, and wait for the Protoss trial in two weeks to see if they can still be so arrogant! "

Jia Pixiu was not as angry as him. Zhu Li looked strange: "Boss, aren't you angry? If Mamen doesn't give you a solution, you won't be able to get rid of your dependence on Mr. Han Bo for a day, and even for some of the things he proposed. Excessive demands are not easy to refuse..."

"You're right, I really can't separate from Han Bo." Jia Pixiu said.

"?" Zhu Li was even more confused. He leaned forward and observed hesitantly, "Why do I think, boss, you are still a little happy."

"..." Japixiu came back to his senses, with a straight face, "You think it's wrong."

"Oh..." After all, he is a part-time worker, and the boss's words are good words. Zhu Li didn't say anything more, but asked again, "How long can the spiritual power brought by Supreme Gold Treasure last for a human form? Boss, when do you need it again?" To absorb spiritual power... Boss?"

As Zhu Li said, he was shocked to see Jia Pixiu standing up and straightening his suit.

"Now." Japixiu picked up the card, ready to go out.

"...?" Zhu Li was aphasia, his reflexes preceded his brain and asked, "Then I'll see you off?"

"No, I'll just take the shuttle bus. You can do your work." Jia Pixiu said, opened the door and went out.

Zhu Li looked at the closed frosted glass door, and did not slow down for a while.

"Speaking of which, will my lewd... O lines change?" Han Bo asked the system while lying on the sofa.

[Generally speaking, the O pattern of the succubus will change as their desires change over time]

[As for you as the host, the shape of your O-line probably depends on your diet during this time]

"Really?" Han Bo rubbed his stomach twice, pinching his flat stomach and said, "But my two succubus conferences were all shown as hamburgers."

[That's probably because your main food has been burgers during this time]

"That's it." Han Bo was suddenly curious, he got up from the sofa, "Then can I use the O pattern to record the food I eat most often or like most during this period.

System: ...This is using the O pattern as a handbook.

No matter what the system thinks, Han Bo has already stood up straight with great interest, pinching the hem of his clothes with his hands, and lifting them up.

Jia Pixiu, who happened to push the door open, saw the little succubus rolled up the hem of his clothes and looked down curiously.

He followed that gaze, and as soon as his gaze touched his bare waist, he suddenly turned away.

Jia Pixiu twisted his head to ninety degrees, covered his eyes with his hands belatedly, and said in a calm voice, "Why don't you close the door?"

Han Bo, who was accused of being entered without permission: "?"

"Shouldn't I ask why you didn't knock on the door?"

"I..." Jiapixiu's ears were covered with a thin layer of red, and the dazzling gold pattern on the flat belly of the little succubus floated in front of his eyes, "I thought I was still a hamster..."

The hamster's innate condition is not able to allow him to knock on the door.

"..." Han Bo was silent for two seconds, and said quietly, "Then why don't you just sneak in from under the door, do you think it's more dignified to enter the house illegally with a figure of about 1.9 meters?"

"I didn't do it on purpose, I'm sorry." Japixiu spoke the truth in a low voice like a lie, "I didn't expect you..."

undressing.

Although he didn't say it completely, Han Bo still received his brain circuit and felt a little ashamed rarely.

What's there to be ashamed of?

In the next second, Han Bo woke up and accused himself of being sensitive.

When I signed up for the melon-eating competition, I sat on a melon vine with [-] or [-] naked men and fought for four hours without wearing a shirt. Now I just pull my shirt, so what's there to be shy about?

Thinking of this, Han Bo waved his hand and answered Jia Pixiu's first question: "The door is always broken into. It's too troublesome to fix the lock. Let's leave it open. Anyway, there are no valuable things at home."

He saw that Japixiu was still raising his hand, and the shame that was finally suppressed came up again inexplicably.

"Why are you covering your eyes? Pretend to be a blind person and touch porcelain." Han Bo became angry from embarrassment, and said angrily.

"Oh..." Japixiu lowered his hand, but still turned his head [-] degrees.

"... There is something wrong with your designation, crooked neck tree." Han Bo said.

"Have you put on your clothes yet?" He let him hurt, but Jia Pixiu didn't look sideways.

"?" Han Bo wondered, "When did I take it off?"

Jia Pixiu asked Han Bo repeatedly if he was dressed properly, and only turned his head back carefully after getting more and more irritable and affirmative answers.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he was startled by the magnified devil's face in front of him and took half a step back.

The little succubus leaned in front of Jia Pixiu with her hips crossed, with the domineering appearance of a gas station man trying to attract customers: "No more spiritual power?"

Patriarch Pixiu lowered his neck: "Yeah."

"I knew there would be oppression when the capitalists came to the door." Han Bo muttered, slapping his head on Jia Pixiu's shoulder, "Suck it."

Jia Pixiu hugged Han Bo carefully as before, buried his head for a while, and said, "********"

"Don't talk while eating!! The saliva is sprayed on my hair, I just washed my hair yesterday!" Han Bo was furious.

After being angry, he was curious again: "What did you just say?"

Jia Pixiu raised his head, put his chin on top of Han Bo's head, and said in a low voice, "I will take responsibility for you."

Han Bo:?

Han Bo's brain froze for one-tenth of a second.

He tried hard to think about what went wrong, and objectively examined the current ambiguous posture between himself and Japixiu.

Then he found out...

Terrible, the problem is big.

One-tenth of a second later, Han Bo pushed Jia Pixiu away abruptly, and asked with a straight face, "What do you mean? What does it mean to be responsible to me? Why should you be responsible to me?"

"Just... I didn't see your lewd lines..."

"O pattern!" Han Bo interrupted rigorously, "Don't engage in pornography."

Succubus persuading people not to engage in pornography is like prostitutes persuading them to be good people.

"Oh, Owen." Jia Pixiu was as good as a follower.

"So?" Han Bo spread his hands and asked in disbelief, "Just because of this? Isn't it the patriarch? You lived in the Qing Dynasty?"

"What is the blue tide? Only mermaids live in the blue tide..." Jia Pixiu said, "And it's not a common etiquette. After seeing a succubus... Owen, I want to marry him and go home."

"Good guy." Han Bo said calmly, "The O pattern is still the same as the feet of girls in the old society. It's unsightly."

He slightly raised his voice: "I'm afraid you were deceived by some evil succubus. We all separated from each other at the succubus meeting. We have already digested the responsibility internally. It's your turn to take responsibility?"

Jia Pixiu was so stunned that he couldn't speak, but he said stubbornly, "I saw it, it's a hamburger...I'm responsible!"

"You fart!" Han Bo was furious, "You will be responsible when you see a light. I'm a hot pot this month. Let's cheat and blackmail people. Get out!"

The angry succubus opened the door, pushed Pixiu patriarch out, and closed the door.

He used the three-step rule of the elephant refrigerator to drive Jia Pixiu out of the house.

Poor Pixiu patriarch I Yingming, raised his hand to the unlocked (double meaning) door and put it down a dozen times, but he didn't have the guts to open it again.

Jia Pixiu, who was kicked out of the house without enough spiritual power, went back to the building of Pixiu Industry with his head downcast.

Not even having time to be depressed, Zhu Li, a well-known migrant worker, rushed into the CEO's office with a plan in high spirits.

Pixiu Industry produces elites, and under efficient operation, the plan can basically be completed at one time.

Jia Pixiu braced himself up and listened to it, but found no major problems, so he wandered away again with his head stuck in his head.

The way he was playing with his head was so obvious that after Zhu Li finished his report, he didn't hold back and asked, "Perhaps, do you have any questions?"

"Indeed, there are some technical problems." Japixiu didn't hide it.

"Then you might as well say it." Zhu Li was ready, "I can help you solve it."

Zhu Li's words are naturally based on his strength. His ability can be called a big bug in the information age. Except for the information blocked by the Protoss and the personal privacy of some important people, Zhu Lishang can detect the consumption coefficient of magic mouths all over the world today. Next, I fumbled for the new baby dinner at the Taotie patriarch's house next door and drank hundreds of mouthfuls of milk...

He is full of self-confidence, thinking that he knows everything and knows everything, and he doesn't know that the ditch that capsizes has come secretly.

Jia Pixiu pondered for a moment: "Alright."

He looked at Zhu Li with a serious expression, as if he was negotiating with his partner about a 200 billion project, and he seemed to be arguing with the owner of the congee noodle shop whether he should add a spoonful of soy sauce to the two copper coins.

Jia Pixiu was so serious that Zhu Li became nervous.

He held his breath, leaned forward, and listened.

The next second, he heard his president speak, his voice was deep and magnetic.

"Do you know how to chase demons?"

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