cat disease

Sitting behind the chair as usual, tilting the legs of the chair, and squinting habitually, the scars at the corners of the eyes are much smaller because of this action.

He didn't seem to have the intention of taking action. After shaking off the little white man, he looked like a retired old man in peace, and he looked even more like a wooden chair and a rocking chair.

After Yu Song drifted out once for fun, he took advantage of Fang Future's free time and quickly slipped away. He didn't know where to take refuge for a while. After all, he hadn't figured out the preferences of this new boss, and he was afraid of what he was doing. There is no chance of firing the squid, which directly endangers "life".

Chong Jiu stared at the bell on the door and started to stare in a daze for several hours, until it was getting dark outside, the street lights came on again, and the bell on the door jingled, and he came back to his senses.

The line of sight gradually focused, and the slack pupils instantly formed a straight line, and then immediately expanded into a circle, returning to its original appearance, as if everything before was just an illusion.

Chongjiu stood up and moved his neck, put the red gown on the chair, picked up the note that he had rolled into a small ball, and the black mist rose again as he waved his hands. When he entered and exited, he had already Into a jungle.

The yin energy from the water ghost may not be enough to do other things. Opening the door is still very useful, which greatly reduces the time on the road. As long as you can avoid contact with others, Chongjiu will definitely avoid the crowd , he didn't want to deal with people.

There are many trees around, and it is not clear where it is for a while.In the past few years, the environment has been bad. Everywhere has begun to pay attention to greening. Instead, real estate has been restricted. The government has built more parks, and the land approved to build houses will also require a large green area before construction is allowed.

But the place where Chongjiu is staying now is more like a park, but at this time, it is reasonable to say that there should be many people walking to digest food, but there is no one on the path next to it.

Chong Jiu pushed aside the surrounding bushes, and when he stepped on the gravel road next to him, he could see the black fence next to it.

This is not a park, but a community. According to the pattern on the fence and the roof of the nearby concert, it is not difficult to judge that this is the community where Yan Zijin and the others are located, and it is also the "golden master father" who invited them to dinner where it is.

The little white man appeared again at this moment, standing beside Chong Jiu, pointing forward with his short fingers.

Chong Jiu glanced in that direction. Although this community was built for the rich, the rich can also be divided into very rich and relatively rich. Judging from the roof, this "financial father" should belong to the very rich. As for the money, after all, he can contribute money to Yan Zijin's money-burning organization, so he is considered a kind-hearted philanthropist.

Chongjiu thought about the person he met earlier, he didn't seem very old, and he didn't seem like a self-made man, maybe he was an undefeated rich second generation, and he carried forward his ancestral business.

He really didn't want to participate in that bullshit dinner, but since the little white man said there was something he wanted here, he had to take a look anyway.

There is still a little trace of light color in the sky at the top of the mountain in the distance, but the top of the head is already pitch black, with little stars hanging on it. This is a moonless night.

The little white man led the way, and Chong Jiu followed him, swaggering as if he had reached his own territory, until standing in front of the iron gate, Chong Jiu looked up at the brightly lit house.

"Are you sure it's here?" Chongjiu always felt that something was wrong, his contract with the water ghost still existed, but he didn't feel anything in the room at all.

The little white man nodded, pointed at the house firmly, and indicated that what he was looking for was here.

Maybe he found some magic weapon to disconnect him from the book?Even if there is no induction, there is no harm in seeing it, it is better than missing it.

Chong Jiu walked around the surrounding iron fence.

Rich people have a habit of surveillance all over their home territory. It is very difficult to find a blind spot, but fortunately, these have no effect on Chongjiu.He just found a place that seemed to be easy to stay, and then jumped for life, standing lightly on the top of the wall of this house.

However, as soon as he stood firmly on his feet, he heard someone applauding behind him: "Master Jiu is very skilled, why are you climbing over the walls of other people's houses so quietly?"

Chong Jiu squatted on the wall, his body was pitch black and it was not obvious in the night.

"What are you doing here?" Chongjiu frowned. He didn't expect to meet an acquaintance in this way. Maybe this year is really unlucky. He rarely wants to go back and look at the almanac, or find a few coins for divination.

Thinking of this, he really touched his pocket, only then remembered that he hadn't done divination for a long time.

The man under the wall sighed, "I never thought Master Nine would do such a thing." He shook his head, with a hint of a decline in the world.

Chong Jiu had a headache, he hated dealing with people, especially this person in front of him, he was very annoying from the first sight.

"Your organization is so idle recently? Is it going to close down or something?"

"You can't say that." Fang Wei raised his head and looked at Chong Jiu meaningfully, "Why can't we say that we have a good understanding, and I can meet Master Jiu even after a meal and a walk. Is this a kind of fate?"

Fate size.

Chong Jiu turned to look at the still quiet house not far away. He could ensure that he would not be exposed, but he couldn't guarantee that the person behind him would not leak his words. After all, Fang Wei said that he was the "golden master father", and he could call him father. There may be some kind of blood relationship.

He was thinking about how to get rid of this hidden danger, and the "hidden danger" himself had already stood beside him. It was so easy for him to jump up such a high wall, unlike a person.

Chong Jiu looked at Fang Wei in surprise, and for a moment even wondered if he was a ghost, relying on some kind of magic weapon to get lost in the world.

However, this idea was interrupted by him as soon as it came out, not to mention how unreasonable it is for a ghost to shake in front of him in such a majestic manner. It is indeed a person.

Maybe this person is a bit special in terms of physical fitness, and there is always something wrong with the people in Yan Zijin's organization.Chongjiu thought so.

Fang Wei squatted down, put his hands on his eyes and made a gaze: "Let me see what's wrong with this house. Could it be that this is actually a haunted house, inhabited by evil spirits?"

Looking around, the line of sight finally fixed on the side of Chongjiu, first let out a sigh, and then said: "What is that next to you? For nothing, tofu?"

The little white man seemed a little scared after seeing Fang Wei, and half-hid behind Chong Jiu, only showing a little body, was suddenly called out, startled, and hurriedly rubbed aside again, pretending that he didn't exist.

Chong Jiu raised his arm naturally, covering the little white man completely.

His behavior was completely subconscious, and he didn't even know why he did it, but since he had done it, he simply covered it up completely, and looked at Fang Wei slightly sideways: "I have something, aren't you digesting it? After walking around Go back quickly, I won't do anything to your dad... "

In this way, Fang Wei can be regarded as a rich second generation, no wonder he always follows Yan Zijin, presumably to force himself in to experience life.Chong Jiu thought so.

Fang Wei was obviously taken aback when he heard this name, and then said dumbfounded: "Wait, who's dad?"

Chongjiu was puzzled: "Didn't you say something about the patron's father?"

Fang Wei first stared at Chong Jiu seriously for two seconds, then quickly turned his head and began to tremble all over.Even if Chongjiu didn't understand the world, he knew he was being laughed at.

His face was getting darker, and before Fang Wei could turn around, he kicked him, almost kicking him off the wall.

Fang Wei said twice, leaning on the wall with his hands, and managed to stabilize his figure. When he turned around, the smile in his eyes still couldn't be hidden.

He cleared his throat to make his voice sound normal: "There are a lot of surveillance around here, and I'm familiar with it. Can you still enter this house? I'll show you the way."

After finishing speaking, before Chongjiu could speak, he jumped down first, then looked around the circle, and then waved his hand: "Come down, there is no one."

Chong Jiu's face is dark, he is not blind, and he is still standing on a high place, is there anyone around who can see it all, and he needs to jump down to pay attention?

What's more, if there is no Fang Wei, he doesn't even need to avoid surveillance, and if he can't handle these things well, he will really be a ghost leader for nothing.

But now that Fang Wei had already jumped down, there was a tendency to not give up unless he joined his feet. Throwing him out again was a bit loud. There was no way, so Chong Jiu had to jump down with the little white man.

Fang Wei just turned his head and saw the little white man hiding behind Chongjiu, and suddenly became interested. He circled around trying to catch it, and shouted as he circled: "Tofu? Don't run, let me see, I'm still here!" I've never seen such a white soul, let my brother take a look." That tone was full of eleven unreliable strange uncles.

After going around twice, Chongjiu finally couldn't take it anymore as a tool man who was used as a pillar in the middle, and helped Fangwei's shoulder: "Stop making trouble, can you go back first?"

"No." Fang Weiyi sternly rejected Chongjiu's proposal, and found a particularly convincing reason, "Although the owner of this house is not my own father and has no blood relationship with me, he is our father." An important source of income for the group, if there is any problem related to my future career planning, I have the right to participate in this action."

When he said this, he still didn't forget to look at the "tofu" hidden behind Chongjiu with only one side exposed, but he said unexpectedly and seriously: "Are you looking for something or looking for news? What happened?"

"It has nothing to do with you, it's my own private matter."

"Then I have to participate even more." Fang Wei looked at Chong Jiu sincerely, "If the leader knows that Master Jiu has something to do and I don't help, he will definitely deduct my salary, criticize me publicly, and write a review later. How miserable it is to be hungry because of lack of money.”

Chongjiu thought about how he fooled Yan Zijin before, and reckoned that it would be impossible to deduct his salary. If Fang didn't make trouble at this time, Yan Zijin might give him more bonuses.

Of course, Chong Jiu would not make it difficult for himself, so he chose to keep his mouth shut.

He gave up completely, and there was nowhere to express his resentment, so he spilled it on the little white man stuck to his back: "He can't eat you again, lead the way."

As soon as Chongjiu spoke, the little white man reluctantly moved out. When Fang didn't see him, his eyes lit up, and the little white man almost scattered in place in fright. Finally, he met Chongjiu's cold eyes and trembled. Floating tremblingly to the front, pointing to a dark window on the second floor.

The walls of the villa are smooth and flat, and there is no place to step on. If you think about the second floor, the possibility of climbing the wall is not very high, but if you enter through the main entrance in a grand manner, it is no different from sending someone to the door to be caught.

Seeing this heavy nine depression mood finally dissipated, he seldom smiled, so that Fang Wei's first reaction after seeing this expression was not "Oops, there is a fraud here", but smashed his mouth and hissed.

Chong Jiu, who would change his face every time he saw this, was surprisingly calm this time.

The wind blows from behind, and the long hair brushes over the body and wraps Chongjiu in it. The pale skin and black hair are intertwined like an ink painting. The only thing that is colored is a little cinnabar-colored scar under the end of the eye. .

Chong Jiu's figure faded away little by little, and the moment before he disappeared completely, he said: "If you want to follow, you can find a way to go up by yourself. I'll take a step first."

After speaking, he began to laugh viciously, even though the figure disappeared completely, the laughter still seemed to stay in the wind, with a bit of annoying meaning.

The person has disappeared, but the air still has a bit of a cold smell, which belongs to Chongjiu, which is different from ordinary souls. It is a bit like the smell of snowflakes in winter, which stimulates the senses. After careful identification, nothing can be noticed.

Fang Wei grabbed a handful out of thin air, then stretched out his empty palm and put it on the tip of his nose to sniff, showing an intriguing smile.

Chapter 57

◎Continuously being cheated◎

The reason why the rich are rich is not just because they can afford such expensive houses, they also pursue quality in other aspects.Take this room as an example, although there are not many things, it is quite particular. Relatively speaking, Yan Zijin's room is more like a nouveau riche, pretending to be casual, with a hammer here and a stick here, nondescript.

When Chong Jiu reappeared, it was in the room pointed by the little white man.

An extra-large bed is placed in the middle, next to a cabinet of about the same height, on which are placed a table lamp studded with beads and an empty white photo frame, opposite the bed is a group of light blue sofas, one glance There are not many places to hide things in the house.

Chongjiu stood in front of the window and looked around. Even if there is no contractual relationship with the water ghost, the soul and the "book" after the end of life will generally have special power fluctuations, but this room is as clean as if no one has ever existed. There was no sign of survival.

When a person is alive, there will be more or less traces of the place where he has lived, not because things are worn out or objects are used, it is like a person who is stained with fluorescent powder, and a little bit of debris will fall off the place where he has acted. At the end, there was an imperceptible light shining.

The room is very big, but there is very little furniture. There is a small compartment at the door, which is a cloakroom. There are many clothes that have not taken off the tags. It seems that someone prepared them, but this person has not yet lived in this room. Know why.

From the curtains to the decorations, there are lace trims. One can see that it is a girl's room. There are two teddy bears on the bedside. It is estimated that the girl is not very old.

Chongjiu asked the little white man: "Are you sure it's here? Where is the thing?"

The little white man stood beside Chong Jiu, his feet stepped on the ground like a person, his blank head turned 360 degrees strangely, his neck twisted into a twist and then slowly turned back, and when he looked up at Chong Jiu again, nothing happened. There was a clear expression of bewilderment on No's face.

This state is as if the navigator suddenly failed after leading you into a jungle full of mist, and said something with an innocent attitude: "What are you talking about? I don't understand."

Chongjiu wondered if the thing on the water ghost was just like the water ghost, a complete idiot, useless at all, so that the villain he made out of smoke seemed to be affected like a mentally retarded person, and he even started I wonder if the little white man brought him here is the product of a brain teaser, does this house have what he wants, don't leave a house for trespassing but there is nothing.

"You...won't you let me find it myself?" Chongjiu asked uncertainly.

The little white man still tilted his head, making up his mind to pretend to be stupid to the end,

Chongjiu had no choice but to go around the room and still make no progress, and finally stopped in front of the bedside table. He couldn't feel it, and it seemed that he could only turn it over with his hands. He never thought that one day he would end up in this dilemma. I'm not reconciled to going straight away, after all, there may be important things in that book, so if I don't go away, I can really do it?Not to mention it's a girl's cabinet.

He lowered his head and maintained an upright posture until he heard footsteps outside, but he still failed to open a drawer.

The footsteps stopped at the door, Chongjiu's expression moved slightly, and he pulled the little white man to hide behind the curtain.

There was a creak, and the door made a sound of disrepair. It seemed that no one had been here for a long time, and the shaft of the door had long been rusted. Everything is clean, not even a speck of dust in the corners of the window sills.

The wind lifted a corner of the curtains, exposing the baseboards on the wall. If you look carefully, you can see that there is a gray spot in the middle of the baseboards, as if covered with a layer of gauze.This abnormality was not obvious in the room without the lights on, so the man didn't even enter the room to check the situation, but just stood at the door for a while.

Since Chong Jiu entered the room, he moved very lightly and hardly made any sound, but even this still alarmed people.

He doesn't know what, or is there surveillance in this room?But if it is discovered from the monitoring that someone has invaded, it should not be so lightly checked and then left.

So where is it getting people's attention?

Chong Jiuyi didn't figure out what went wrong for a while, but since there were no more people coming in to search, it didn't seem like a big problem.

But also because of this accident, Chongjiu was convinced that there was something in this house that he didn't want others to know.

The door closed with a click, and Chong Jiu waited there for a while, making sure that there was no sound before coming out from behind the curtain.

The cold light spilled on the bed through the window, covering the surroundings with a layer of haze, including the slender figure standing beside the bed.

The man was dressed in an ordinary attire, but he seemed to come from another time and space, and the hazy light seemed to turn into a blouse and put it on the man, pulling him from the distant past to reality. , holding two hydrangea flowers in his hand, they overlapped perfectly with the figure in his memory.

Chong Jiu was stunned by the scene in front of him, and he couldn't tell whether he had fallen into fantasy again, or that person had really returned.

"You—" the word came out, but there was nothing to say after that.

Chongjiu stretched out his hand, and his movements froze in mid-air. He thought that he might have been really dazed during this period of time. The hallucinations that only appeared in the past few years have happened frequently recently. Every time, he seemed to see himself. The real appearance made him I can't figure out what is reality, or this person has really come back, in places he doesn't know, occasionally pops up to scare him, and then disappears out of thin air, leaving Chongjiu in place thinking a lot.

He finally withdrew his hand, looked at the figure of the man in a daze, finally lowered his head and smiled self-deprecatingly, and said, "What's the rush, it shouldn't take many days."

He spoke in a very low voice, and he didn't say it to others. Rather than letting the other party know, it was more like reminding himself: "Time is running out."

However, this time, the figure did not disappear in the blink of an eye like before, but turned around directly after hearing the sound behind him.

The long gown on his body suddenly disappeared, and when the man turned around, he became what he should be in this era, with an incomprehensible light shining in his eyes.

The moment their eyes met, Chong Jiu knew that he had lost his composure, and that the person in front of him was not the one he thought.

Although the man was simple all the time, he was a natural god after all. He was outstanding in every aspect, but his appearance was not comparable to the man in front of him, let alone his temperament.

"Jiuye is here so I was wondering if it was because you came late and you have already left." Fang Wei smiled and narrowed his eyes, the light in his eyes was all hidden because of this action.He didn't seem to notice Chongjiu's abnormality before, at least he didn't see any flaws on his face.

Chong Jiu stared at Fang Wei with complicated eyes: "You were the one who opened the door just now? Did you just come in through the main entrance?"

"Otherwise, I don't know how to climb the wall. If I get caught, I will cry behind bars." Fang Wei took two steps forward and stood directly opposite Chong Jiu, as if he was facing Chong Jiu's appearance at this moment More curiosity was born, from the forehead hair to the eyebrows, to the tip of the nose and thin lips, the eyes stayed for a few seconds on each place.

Chongjiu's heart trembled when he saw it. The previous illusion still left behind, which made him subconsciously alert and stay away: "What are you going to do."

Fang Wei's gaze had already slipped to the Adam's apple, and the scorching gaze almost burned through the skin. Just when Chongjiu couldn't take it anymore, his fingers pinched together, and something would be pinched out in the next second, and Fang Wei would be tied up and hung on the window When he was outside, he finally staggered his gaze and looked to the other side.

"Did you find what you were looking for? Looking at the appearance of this room, it seems that there is not much to hide. What are you looking for? Do you need help?" Fang Wei asked several questions in a series, but before the answer came to the bedside table, he pulled Opening the drawer that Chongjiu hesitated for a long time, it was empty with nothing in it.

He pulled out all three drawers one after another, but they were still empty, not to mention anything, not even sawdust.

Fang Wei didn't show the slightest urgency, which seemed to be expected, he closed the drawers one by one without haste, and turned to look at Chong Jiu: "There is nothing in the cabinet, so...under the bed? Or in the cloakroom? The sofa cannot be dismantled, and the rest... it seems that there are only a few paintings on the wall left in this room."

I don’t know which famous artist those paintings are from. From the lines to the colors, they give people a bright feeling. Even in a room with no lights on, they can warm people’s hearts. It’s a pity that there is no signature on them, otherwise you can fool Yanzi when you turn around Jin bought two.Fang didn't think about it.

This room is strange. Even though it has such a large space, there are very few cabinets. It is more for decoration, which has no real use and is easy to collect dust. For example, the veils hanging everywhere, the large carpet in the center, and a set of Ordinary people think the sofa is too big to put in the living room.

"So what are you looking for?" Fang Wei asked casually, looking up at the pink mosquito net hanging above the bed, he seemed to be very happy when he thought of something.

Chongjiu greeted the little white man again: "Where is it?"

This time the little white man finally didn't lose the chain again. Although he was still a little scared, he stretched out his finger tremblingly, pointing in the direction of the person standing by the bed.

Chong Jiu's expression froze, he never expected such a result after the navigation was launched intermittently.

At first glance, this Fang Wei seems to be out of line, but after thinking about it, he feels that everything is out of line.

With this layer of suspicion, think about the strangeness at the door and what Fang did not say before—who can go upstairs from the main entrance and enter a girl's room without disturbing the owner's house?

Regardless of whether the thing Chongjiu was looking for was on "Fang Wei", these clues alone were enough for him to tie up Fang Wei and ask him carefully.

As soon as the idea came up, Chongjiu flicked his wrist, and black silk jumped out of his fingertips like a small snake. He really wanted to see what kind of monster dared to dance in front of him.

However, the little snake seems to have also got into the habits of water ghosts. It is slow and dull, and occasionally drops the chain. As soon as the short body is out of the fingers, it staged a scene of what is called death before the master is out, and is caught by another black air before it hits the ground. intercepted, and Chong Jiu was also surrounded by black air in one step.

Everything in front of me is covered with a layer of mist, like moonlight that has changed quality——

He is stuck.

Through the denser and denser "net", Chongjiu saw "Fang Wei" staring at him closely, as if smiling, and then approached while reaching out, as if talking to him, but the surrounding nets not only blocked The light is blocked, and even the sound is blocked.

In less than an hour, he was pitted twice by the robbed Yin Qi.

At the moment when his consciousness disappeared, there was only one thought left in Chongjiu's mind - if the damned scourge does not end, one day he will split the sky!

Chapter 58

◎Entry◎

When he opened his eyes again, what Chong Jiu saw was a fiery red sky, with billowing smoke rising from the surroundings, and he was lying in the wetness and was powerless.

How long has it been since you have been in this state?Even if he was bombarded several times by the gods, it was nothing more than pain all over his body, and the fever passed when he lay down, and he had never remembered a day like this when his limbs were interrupted.

What is the situation now?

Chongjiu thinks that his mentality has always been good, especially about his own affairs, and the longer he thinks about living, the more he thinks about it, and the less he cares about "living".

So when he was limp and almost unable to move, he could even let his thoughts become decadent, and he almost fell asleep in a daze.

In this state now, no matter how much speculation there is, it will be useless, it is better to wait for the next move.

He didn't know where this was, and he always felt that the scene in front of him was a bit familiar, as if he had seen it a long time ago, but he couldn't remember when and where.

Perhaps this is another domain.

Just when Chong Jiu was about to fall asleep in a daze, the surroundings finally changed.

The floating mist no longer rises up, it seems to have a new target, circling, forming a small vortex, and Chong Jiu is in the middle of the vortex.

His bleary-eyed eyes widened suddenly, looking at the fog gradually gathering high above his head, an ominous premonition arose in his heart, the kind of ominousness that was beyond his control and could not be avoided.

Chong Jiu's hands and feet were still weak and weak, and his lower body was also soft. It didn't look like ordinary ground, nor like a swamp, but something like cotton, which dragged him to the top, with nowhere to hide. I can watch the color of the fog gradually darken, engulfed by a sharp blade-like wind from top to bottom, and even the air is swallowed up wherever it passes, it is not difficult to imagine what will happen if these things are close to me.

However, Chong Jiu could only watch the danger coming, unable to resist at all, he really became a lamb to be slaughtered.

In fact, he didn't believe that the things that trapped him were only for killing people. Even though the black air had rushed to his eyes, this idea remained unshakable. Chongjiu knew what his own value was. It was better to live than to die.

However, he was wrong, the mist was not just a bluff, the movement of falling from the sky did not stop at all, it pierced into Chong Jiu's body like a long sword.

The originally sloppy consciousness suddenly woke up at this moment, every cell in the body seemed to be opened by the mist, rushing in like crazy, with thin and dense spikes, even Chong Jiu, who has always been insensitive to pain, was in this kind of pain. The situation instantly aroused a cold sweat.

At this moment, for the first time, a thought came to his mind that he didn't even want to admit - would he die soon?

The mist did not know what it was condensed, and it traveled along his blood all over his body, as if it wanted to invade every territory without leaving a gap, and Chong Jiu's consciousness finally began to slacken. It was not a subjective rest, but a rest. I really couldn't hold it anymore, my brain and internal organs seemed to be smashed into a paste at this moment.

Or this domain is not what he thought, maybe the purpose is to let him die here.

The moment before his consciousness was completely silent, his neck miraculously moved, and his head, which was originally facing the sky, turned to the side, and he finally saw clearly where he was lying.

The surroundings are not cotton, but corpses, dilapidated or even rotten and smelly, and the end can't be seen at a glance.A few heads were scattered not far away, with their eyes staring at each other, and beside them were broken limbs and a torso that seemed to have been bitten.

Yan Zijin originally wanted to leave work early today, although it was delayed until dark, but because Yuan Yichuan's review was finally written, the organization added an additional entertainment item - Comrade Yuan Yichuan read the entire review aloud emotionally in public.

For this reason, Yan Zijin specially ordered Tai Xu to pour a cup of tea for everyone, and prepared fruits and the like, and sat leisurely in the lobby, and asked Yuan Yichuan to wear a suit in a particularly formal manner.But when Meng Ci took out her collection of cosmetics, Yuan Yichuan almost went crazy, but fortunately, the leader stopped him in time. In Meng Ci's regretful eyes, Yuan Yichuan felt that the leader was so kind for the first time.

A rare entertainment project of the non-human group attracted the attention of all the left-behind staff. Except for Lu Jiang and Yu Xin who were temporarily out of the field, the rest expressed their delight and stayed in the villa voluntarily and expressed that they would not be paid overtime.

Yuan Yichuan stood at attention unintentionally, and began his first speech as an adult under the expectant eyes of everyone.

"what!"

"Ding--"

Yuan Yichuan looked like a primary school student reading a flag-raising speech. He stretched out his hand obliquely and looked up at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle. He just said a word before he was interrupted by a hasty phone call.

Meng Ci said that it is a very unethical thing to watch the excitement and not mute. Yan Zijin waved his hand to signal others to continue, while he walked to the side with his mobile phone and answered the phone: "Hello?"

"Leader, are you full?"

"What are you doing?" Yan Zijin still had a smile on his face, but when he heard the voice, his face immediately sank, and he reluctantly glanced at the name displayed on the phone - debt collector.

A certain "debt collector" did not realize that he was rejected.He was leaning against the wall of someone's house, looking up at the darkened window. Although his tone was light, the smile on the corner of his mouth was even more than the things hidden at night.

He saw something faintly flashing by the window, narrowed his eyes, and said only one sentence: "Your benefactor father is about to pass away."

The deterrent effect of this sentence is like installing a C4 in their office villa, and Yan Zijin directly took the review from Yuan Yichuan's hand.

Meng Ci got a bag of melon seeds from nowhere, and was happily crackling, and clapped the crumbs on his hands after seeing the leader's action: "Don't worry, leader, even if there are follow-up activities, let him finish the review." , I still want to hear what's going on behind the scenes, what about Fang Wei? I really should let him hear how the seniors praised him, why didn't I realize that Yuan Yichuan's writing style is so good and has potential."

After speaking, he gave Yuan Yichuan a thumbs up, and Yuan Yichuan gave a thumbs up in return.

Yan Zijin didn't have the intention of joking with Meng Ci at all, he carried Tai Xu who was curled up on the sofa and wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh: "Go, go out."

"Why are you going?" Meng Ci didn't intend to move at all, and grabbed Tai Xu's clothes by the way, "Don't abduct our lovely newcomer."

"What kind of abduction? If you don't leave, you won't even have a melon seed skin." Yan Zijin patted Meng Ci's hand, and patted Tai Xu's shoulder by the way. This action scared Tai Xu into thinking that he was about to be betrayed. I am estimating how much the few taels of meat on his body can sell.

Tai Xu looked at Meng Ci as if asking for help, and just turned his head halfway before being pulled back by Yan Zijin: "I'm not kidding, let's go to the neighbor's house to say hello, don't worry, I won't eat you, just exchange a few words, You are responsible for laughing."

After finishing speaking, Yan Zijin pointed to Meng Ci: "And you, dress tighter, I don't know, I thought we were so poor that we needed you to sell your appearance, and we don't need your resources for the time being, so keep it as a trump card, just in case The sky needs to beg for food, you can sell it badly."

Meng Ci was accused of being innocent. She dressed decently today, only wearing a sportswear with long sleeves and long trousers. After all, it was off-duty time. If it wasn't for the sudden addition of a program, she should be running around at this time. On the road of the district.

The others tidied themselves up before Yan Zijin's roll call.

Fu Yuanyi: "What's wrong with the neighbor? Suddenly feel that this expense is unnecessary, and want to break up?"

Except for Tai Xu, everyone else knows who Yan Zijin's neighbors are. Even if they don't directly send money to their accounts, they are considered one of the sponsors. The rich father has always been very kind to them.

The main thing is to thank Yan Zijin, the leader. It is said that the gold master's father is some kind of relative of Yan Zijin, and how close he is, but I haven't heard the leader mention it.

The whole family went out in such a mighty way, and received Fang Wei at the gate of the gold master.

Everyone looked at Fang Wei suspiciously, Yan Zijin pulled him aside with a sullen face: "If you don't give me an explanation today, I really have no money to do things later, and I'll sell you."

"Who sell it to? How much? After the sale, I'll share a little bit, and I can run back and you can continue to sell." Fang Wei didn't care, and didn't pay attention to the leader's threat at all.

Until he entered the living room, Yan Zijin didn't figure out what Fang Wei was going to do.

He took the rest of them to sit on someone's sofa. Except for Tai Xu who was more reserved, the rest were old acquaintances, and they could chat about everything.

The owner of this house is a middle-aged man in his forties, with his hair combed neatly, and his appearance looks a bit like Yan Zijin at first glance, no wonder they are said to be relatives.

While Yan Zijin was talking to the owner, he kept an eye on Fang Wei who was swaying around. The strange thing was that when he first entered the door, the others still remembered to bring someone more into the house.After entering the villa, everyone seemed to have forgotten about him. Even if Fang Wei went to the second floor in a big way and opened a door casually, no one gave him a look.

It wasn't until Fang Wei's figure disappeared on the second floor that Yan Zijin looked away.

He naturally knew that he was here to cover. As for what to cover and why he did it, he could only wait until he turned around and grabbed Fang Wei, and he might not be able to get a result.Fang Wei's personality is unpredictable, and it is impossible to guess what he is thinking. Obviously Chongjiu is his hand-picked successor to the bookstore, even if