I can't get enough to feed you

These things, a little nanny, can't handle it alone. Zhang Tianshi's female apprentice, a beautiful girl Liu Ziyi smiled coquettishly at the bodyguard A Qiang: "This little girl can't take anything by herself, so I trouble you to go with her."

Bodyguard A Qiang, as an upright and good young man who has received nine years of compulsory education and grew up under the blue sky of socialism, has always persevered in maintaining his own atheistic values ​​on the theory of ghosts and gods.

Therefore, although Ah Qiang has the nature of a man who likes beauties, he still can't accept a "daoist woman" like Liu Ziyi.

Ah Qiang replied with a dignified and serious face: "Xiaomei has a driver all the way, so I don't have to go with her."

Liu Ziyi suddenly realized and nodded, and sneered: "It's really a big family, even a babysitter has a driver to pick him up."

Huang Shaoting saw the nanny Xiaomei's mouth turned away at the slightly sarcastic words of his junior sister Liu Ziyi, then he thanked the little nanny again like a good man, and smiled gently at the little nanny: "I'm sorry to trouble you, but I have to let you go for a while."

Although Xiaomei's face was red, but Ji Xuanyuan's pearls and jades were in front of her, and they were delicacies from mountains and seas and the spring breeze, so Huang Shaoting's porridge and side dishes were bland and tasteless.

Maybe he was seriously ill, had indigestion, and really wanted to eat porridge and side dishes, but at this time, he was in his prime, and his youth was just right, so Huang Shaoting was set off by Ji Xuanyuan in a rather bleak way.

Xiaomei met Liu Ziyi's and Huang Shaoting's eyes without being humble, and replied politely: "No trouble, these are these things, roosters and ghost coins are easy to talk about, black dogs may not be able to buy them immediately."

"Please try your best." Huang Shaoting looked deeply at the little nanny, "If you really can't buy it, then forget it, but you must try to buy it."

The nanny Xiaomei received the task, called the driver, and disappeared into the villa temporarily.

The three of Zhang Tianshi took Ah Qiang out of the living room, and Huang Shaoting stuffed A Qiang with a stack of yellow talismans. The four were divided into three teams. symbol.

Liu Ziyi was assigned to a villa, and in the corners, it was said that yellow talismans were placed in the positions of the gossip.

Zhang Tianshi and Huang Shaoting were left to stay in the villa, and arranged around this four-square, three-storey villa.

Huang Shaoting declared to A Qiang gently that they divided into three groups to put up the talisman papers, but on the garden path between the villa and the interior, Huang Shaoting and Zhang Tianshi casually took a walk.

Huang Shaoting and Zhang Tianshi took out a wireless earphone and put it in their ears.

Huang Shaoting said: "Junior Sister, Junior Sister, can you hear me?"

Junior sister Liu Ziyi was pretending to be casually pasting a yellow talisman, and slowly went up the stairs on the second floor.

Liu Ziyi replied in a deep voice into the headset: "The first floor has been completed, and we are going up to the second floor."

Huang Shaoting and Zhang Tianshi looked at each other while listening to the voice in the earphones. Huang Shaoting asked the master sincerely: "Master, where did Ji Xuanyuan come from? Is it a Taoist master invited by Ouyang?"

Zhang Tianshi thought for a while and replied: "I think that Ouyang is just a brat pretending to be X. I've seen such a brat a lot, so I shouldn't be mistaken. He's just a little idiot who doesn't know the heights of the heavens and the earth."

Huang Shaoting laughed: "I think so too."

Zhang Tianshi thought for a while: "The other two seem to have some skills, but I don't know where they come from. But Ouyang, his family also has some real skills, but I think they won't be better than you and Ziyi. As for the Ou family, we I know how many catties and taels, but as for Ji Xuanyuan and Meng Xiaojiang...in this industry, I have never heard of these two people."

Liu Ziyi walked on the stairs quietly, when Master said this, the earphones were silent for a while, when Liu Ziyi heard the words Ji Xuanyuan, this young man's face appeared in her mind.

Just thinking about it, Zhang Tianshi and Huang Shaoting heard a light female voice coming from the earphones, and sighed intoxicatedly: "I have never seen such a handsome man."

Huang Shaoting frowned, spoke softly, and responded unhurriedly: "Isn't that so, maybe this Ji Xuanyuan is not necessarily a human being."

Liu Ziyi's skin was aroused by this light and fluffy sentence, and the more she thought about it, the more she realized that it was really possible.Immediately, the footsteps going up the stairs became more cautious, leaving the effect of landing silently.

Ah Qiang was assigned to the outermost area. Before he bent down to look for a stone to press the talisman paper, Ah Qiang reached out to touch it, took out a Bluetooth headset and hung it on his ear.

After ten seconds passed, Ah Qiang told Mr. Mori Jiro the matter arranged by the celestial master honestly to the bluetooth headset hanging on his ear.

Ever since Mr. Mori Jiro was hit physically and mentally by the evil spirits, he superstitiously found eight seven-foot men—eight professional bodyguards, all of whom were all middle-aged men, and their masculinity is human. From eight meters away, they rushed toward us.

Mr. Mori Jiro once hoped that the eight big men would use their masculinity to force back the female evil spirit who lingered on him and had a soft spot for him, but apparently the female evil spirit was more skilled and was not afraid at all. The masculinity of these eight big men.

Mr. Mori Jiro found that the eight big men must be useful to the living, but they are useless to the evil spirits.But there are more living people around, which always gives Mr. Mori some spiritual comfort, so Mori Jiro did not dismiss the eight bodyguards.

After entering the study, Mr. Mori Jiro took out a bluetooth headset from his pocket and put it on his ear.A bodyguard, A Qiang, was assigned to Zhang Tianshi, his master and his disciples, to serve as both running errands and monitoring.

Of the remaining seven bodyguards, five stayed outside the study, waiting in a row. Because they were all wearing black suits, they looked like a row of fine crows standing at the door.

The two bodyguards in the study stood behind Mr. Mouri Jiro with their chests straight and back, acting as two majestic humanoid door gods.

Mori Jiro looked like a low-level laboring people who had been oppressed for a long time, frowning and frowning his Shar-Pei face, Jiro slid his legs into his boss chair.

Across a desk, Meng Xiaojiang raised his eyes, came face to face with the old Japanese man, and then looked at the two masculine bodyguards behind the old Japanese man. Meng Xiaojiang always felt that this situation was not like catching ghosts, but rather It's like coming to discuss business with the boss of the black society.

For a moment, Meng Xiaojiang's mind flashed through the Yamaguchi-gumi and other legal underworld associations recognized by the Japanese government and people, and his face froze. Jiang has always insisted on abiding by the law and being a good citizen who is impeccable in body and mind.

Meng Xiaojiang didn't know on the spot whether he was more in awe of ghosts, or whether he should first express his respect to the suspected boss of the black society, Mr. Mori Jiro, who suddenly came to his face.After much deliberation, Meng Xiaojiang kept a silent face, full of emotions in his heart, very complicated and tugged at Ji Xuanyuan's clothes again.

Ji Xuanyuan looked around, and found that the old man Mori Jiro was sitting on a chair like a second uncle, while he and Meng Xiaojiang were still standing here.

Feeling that Meng Xiaojiang was pulling her, Ji Xuanyuan turned her head and smiled softly. The smiling Meng Xiaojiang's knees softened, and she always felt that under the aggravated pressure from the supernatural events and the black society, Ji Xuanyuan's smile was like It is the last tenderness before sacrifice.

So much so that he really wanted to cry on the spot.

Ji Xuanyuan didn't notice the horror on Meng Xiaojiang's silent face, but thought to himself, why did I see a sadness on Xiao Jiang's face, what's wrong with him?Could it be that when you see Mr. Mori Jiro, you feel the same way and think of yourself?

Mori Jiro sat at the side of the desk, the bodyguard A Qiang's voice came from the Bluetooth headset, after listening to A Qiang's report, Mo Li Jiro replied briefly "Yes", and when he looked up, he saw Ji Xuanyuan moved to the solid wood wall leaning against the wall. Chair.

The solid wood chairs are not light, but very heavy. Ji Xuanyuan moved them with ease, holding them in each hand, and placed them lightly. When the chairs fell to the ground, there was no sound at all, as if the two solid wood chairs in his hands were different from him. The weight of two cotton flowers.

One of the two solid wooden chairs is facing Mori Jiro, and the other is sideways, facing Mori Jiro diagonally.

Ji Xuanyuan pushed Meng Xiaojiang and motioned him to sit on the side chair.Meng Xiaojiang pursed his lips, thinking in his heart that he wanted to cry without tears, whether it was ghosts or ghosts, or this old face of Mori Jiro, he didn't want to see any of them!

Under the eyes of everyone in the room, Ji Xuanyuan suddenly leaned forward, wrapped his long arms around, patted Meng Xiaojiang's shoulder lightly, put his lips next to Meng Xiaojiang's ear, Ji Xuanyuan said softly and comfortingly : "You don't need to say anything, everything is up to me, Xiao Jiang."

Meng Xiaojiang thought in his heart, brother, you still have amnesia, not to mention that it is rude to push an amnesiac like you in front of you, let alone you, an amnesia patient, where do you have the courage to say such a thing?Is it the courage that Liang Jingru gave you?

However, due to the height difference, Meng Xiaojiang raised his head and met Ji Xuanyuan's head that was pushed away. A pair of big eyes on his head blinked at him twice. Those big black eyes made Meng Xiaojiang Seeing the black can also give him warmth, his heart warmed up, and he sat obediently on the chair in a dizzy state.

Strangely, Meng Xiaojiang's butt fell down, he thought, why does Ji Xuanyuan feel so familiar sometimes?

Familiar as if they have been together for a long time, not just these days.

Ouyang stood aside, watching all the actions of Ji Xuanyuan after he came in, and after watching Ji Xuanyuan appease Meng Xiaojiang, he completely ignored him and sat on the chair facing Mori Jiro.

Ouyang gritted his teeth and felt sadly that Ji Xuanyuan had no feelings for him at all. He thought that he was at least a friend who could talk to him a few times, but he didn't expect Ji Xuanyuan to treat him as a friend. Air.

Even if a dog passes by, it will give a few eyes!

Bah, how can I compare myself to a dog? Ouyang looked straight at the back of Ji Xuanyuan's head, and cursed in his heart, one day with a sword in his hand, he will slaughter all the heartless dogs in the world. Damn Ji Xuanyuan, this dog, Before you came here, you told me to be affectionate and call him Xiao Tiantian, but after you got it, you just ignored it, I'll kill him!

"Xuanyuan." Ouyang looked sourly at the back of the head, which was much more handsome than ordinary people, "I'm still standing here."

Ji Xuanyuan looked at Mr. Mori Jiro who was also looking at him. Under Mori Jiro's sad eyes, Ji Xuanyuan smiled and replied: "You can just move another chair yourself."

Ouyang gritted his teeth and replied, "You can just carry one for me just now."

Ji Xuanyuan glanced back at Ouyang quickly, and said in surprise, "It's not like you don't have long hands."

Ouyang's heart became even more sour, as if he had drunk ten years old vinegar. He had a cold face—no one could see that he had a cold face. From the time he entered the door to now, he had always had a cold face, which caused Except for Meng Xiaojiang and Ji Xuanyuan who knew that he was pretending to be X, everyone else thought that he suffered a stroke at a young age and suffered from facial paralysis.

Ouyang walked to the wall in three or two steps, and started to lift a chair. He was full of complaints when he moved it, and found that Ji Xuanyuan's attitude towards him proved that he had a long way to go on the road to accepting his future younger brother. , it was dark and hopeless.

The solid wood chair was lifted up and then put down, Ouyang moved so resentfully, and when he put down the chair, there was a sound of wood rubbing against the ground.

Morijiro asked Ji Xuanyuan Nahan with genuine doubts: "What do I think, there is some friction between Mr. Xuanyuan and Xiaoou Tianshi...?"

Ji Xuanyuan turned his head to look at Ouyang: "Ouyang and I are not on the same side."

As soon as Ouyang sat down, he immediately turned his head and looked at Ji Xuanyuan in surprise: "What did you say?"

Ji Xuanyuan smiled slightly: "We're just going along the way."

Ouyang's cold face since he entered the door finally broke down. He raised his eyebrows and became angry. Ouyang accused him angrily, "Okay, Ji Xuanyuan, you value sex over friends!"

Mori Jiro and Ji Xuanyuan looked at Ouyang in horror at the same time, not knowing what misunderstanding Ouyang had caused them.

Ouyang closed his mouth, then opened it again: "Damn, I said the wrong word, Ji Xuanyuan, are you fucking ungrateful for profit!"

Ji Xuanyuan turned his head back and didn't look at Ou Yang, but his casual eyes fell on the old Japanese man Mori Jiro. He smiled softly: "Our purpose of coming here is the same, to solve problems for Mr. Mori Jiro."

When Mr. Mori Jiro heard this sentence, he was very moved in his heart. He felt that since the three people entered the room, he had finally heard something human.

But shrouded in Ji Xuanyuan's gaze, Mr. Mori Jiro found himself covered with goose bumps for some reason. If he felt cold, it was absolutely impossible. If he felt scared, It's even more nonsense, even though Ji Xuanyuan is a young man, he couldn't covet young women.

But the handsome young man has reached the level of Ji Xuanyuan, and Mr. Mori Jiro can also appreciate it just by looking at it—because this is a kind of beauty, a unique, unparalleled beauty that is also full of fresh vitality.

So in the eyes of such a beautiful young man, I shouldn't feel terrified. I should feel shy. After all, I am too ugly to be compared with this young man!

Ji Xuanyuan found out strangely that this Japanese old man who was 62 on the inside and 72 on the outside suddenly showed a little bit of shyness towards him like Huaichun, a 17-year-old girl.

Such a scene naturally fell into the eyes of Meng Xiaojiang and Ouyang. As soon as Meng Xiaojiang and Ouyang's minds diverged, they both had strange and frightened expressions on their faces at the same time.

Meng Xiaojiang felt that he was about to develop courage—he would defend Ji Xuanyuan's chastity to the death!