The Witch

Chapter 34

early morning.

Ji Lang woke up from a sound sleep, he got up and opened the floor-to-ceiling windows of the room and stepped into the elegant morning sun. It was still early at this time, the community was very quiet, and there was a thin layer of mist floating in the air, which made the morning air fresher.

Ji Lang couldn’t help taking a deep breath, only to feel that the whole person was refreshed and refreshed, and he really slept well.

He used to hear people say that early morning is the best time of the day, with the sunrise, dew, and the freshest air in the day. In fact, it doesn’t matter what it is, because these are all shit.

People think these things are good only because they slept well last night. As a senior insomnia patient, Ji Lang had never felt these things better before meeting Wu Miaomiao, he even felt that the first rays of light in the morning were dazzling.

Ji Lang stretched out in a comfortable mood, and was a little bit reluctant to lie on the balcony for another ten minutes before turning around and going to the bathroom to freshen up.

After washing up, Ji Lang took the sorted garbage downstairs and threw it into the trash can before going to buy breakfast outside the community. Because he got up early, he unconsciously walked a few more steps and went to a very prosperous breakfast. The shop bought two bowls of small wontons.

This small ravioli is very popular. There are many people queuing every morning. Ji Lang is not Wu Miaomiao. He does not queue for two hours for a bite, so he has never bought this ravioli for Wu Miaomiao. . But yesterday I did slept well, this wonton was supposed to be a return to Wu Miaomiao.

When Ji Lang lined up to buy wontons, it was almost 8:10. He hurried back, and when he arrived at the door of his house, he accidentally found a cup of milk tea at the door.

“Is this bought last night?” Ji Lang looked at the takeaway order on the milk tea, frowned, “It’s eleven o’clock, is it still called milk tea?”

Ji Lang took the milk tea into the room and put the breakfast on the table. After everything was done, he found that Wu Miaomiao hadn’t even gotten up yet. After hesitating, he walked over and knocked on the door of the second bedroom lightly.

“Wu Miaomiao?” Ji Lang shouted twice, and finally there was a sound inside. After a while, the door of the room was opened from the inside, and Wu Miaomiao stood in the doorway with a mess of hair and sleepy eyes.

“Manny, early.” Wu Miaomiao hit Hache, and her loose pajamas slipped onto her arms because of the night’s sleep, exposing most of her shoulders and a little looming gully.

Ji Lang seemed to be scalded by something, and quickly looked away: “After washing, come and have breakfast.”

“Oh.” Wu Miaomiao answered in a daze, and she walked into the bathroom as if sleepwalking.

Until he heard the sound of the toilet closing, Ji Lang exhaled vigorously and turned his head back. However, the looming gully in his mind could not be removed, and…

“early.”

The sudden voice interrupted the reverie in Ji Lang’s mind. He looked down and saw a small puppet with a big palm standing inside the door, greeting him weakly.

“Xiang Ning?” Ji Lang sounded like a ghost boy.

“It’s… it’s me.” Xiang Ning’s doll replied tremblingly.

“Why did you come out?” He remembered that he had told the cursing doll to prevent him from letting Xiang Ning come out.

“The baby is too full to swallow me, so the wizard put me here. Don’t worry, I won’t run around this time.” Xiang Ning quickly promised, for fear that Ji Lang would really be like what Ji Lang said that night. Threw him to the gas stove and burned it.

Too full?

Ji Lang thought of his good night’s sleep last night. Could it be that Cursed Doll spit out Xiang Ning’s soul because he swallowed too much power of the nightmare? Thinking about it this way, Ji Lang wouldn’t feel good about it. He ignored Xiang Ning and turned and left.

Seeing that the other party didn’t say that he was going to burn himself, Xiang Ning was relieved and turned around and hid in the room. The host doesn’t like him very much now, he still stays in the room honestly, anyway, they will go to work in a while, and then they will come out to the living room by themselves.

When Wu Miaomiao came over to eat breakfast after washing, she took a bite of wonton, and her eyes lit up: “It’s delicious, this one is delicious, the meat is delicious, the skin is tender, and the soup is delicious.”

Ji Lang curled his lips slightly, obviously having guessed that Wu Miaomiao would react like this.

“I still want to eat this tomorrow.” Wu Miaomiao couldn’t help but said.

“If you want to eat it, you can buy it yourself?” It’s enough to line up once, and I want to go every day.

“Ah? Forget it.” If it is during the day, Wu Miaomiao is willing to take a trip no matter how far away for the beloved food. But get up early, thank you, the pain of getting up early can offset all the happiness brought by good food.

After breakfast, Wu Miaomiao helped clean up the dining table. When she entered the kitchen, she suddenly found a cup of milk tea next to the sink. She couldn’t help but cried out in surprise, “Msang Gong, did you still buy me milk tea?”

Ji Lang was speechless: “Whose milk tea shop opened early in the morning and picked it up at the door in the morning.”

Picked up at the door? Wu Miaomiao glanced at the takeaway order, and then remembered: “I ordered it last night. Later, I was too sleepy and fell asleep, and I forgot it.”

Yesterday, she went out to fight with the people from the inspection team, and forgot to take her mobile phone when she went out. The delivery boy probably put the milk tea directly at the door if she couldn’t contact her. As for herself, she had forgotten about the milk tea when she came back from the fight.

“I will eat less of these things in the evening.” Ji Lang also took it. He was so sleepy that he was going to sleep, even thinking about ordering takeaways.

“Yeah.” Wu Miaomiao responded obediently.

I left the milk tea overnight, and it was summer again, so I definitely couldn’t drink it anymore. Wu Miaomiao reluctantly poured the milk tea. After cleaning up, Wu Miaomiao went back to the room to change clothes, and then went to the studio with Ji Lang. Before leaving, she placed a restriction on Xiang Ning’s puppet, restricting him from leaving the house.

Twenty minutes later, the two arrived at the studio.

As soon as he entered the door, Wu Miaomiao felt that something was wrong, as if something was missing?

“The boss is early, the lady boss is early?” When the three of Beifan saw them, they greeted them loudly.

“Morning.” Wu Miaomiao responded, finally knowing what was missing, and asked aloud, “Where is Dongdong? Didn’t you come to work today?”

From the first day she came to the studio, every time she walked in, the first person she saw was Dong Yongyuan. He would stand by the coffee machine by the door every morning, change the water and coffee beans of the coffee machine, and grind a cup of coffee for everyone by the way.

“Dongzi hasn’t come yet, maybe he’s going out to talk about things.” Everyone didn’t care much. Dong Yongyuan was in charge of all the external affairs of the studio. Sometimes he would go out to talk about copyright or something, but he went directly to the other company instead of working. Room.

Ji Lang doesn’t care even more. He doesn’t set attendance check-ins for the company’s employees. He always only sees whether the work is completed in time.

In the afternoon, three o’clock.

Ji Lang was looking for a contract, but after looking for it for a long time, he didn’t find it. After thinking about it, he called Dong Yongyuan. The phone rang for a long time before it was connected.

“Boss?” Dong Yongyuan’s voice trembled slightly, as if a little nervous.

“Where are you?” Ji Lang asked casually.

“At…at home.” Dong Yongyuan is actually in the Metaphysical Association, but yesterday the association dispatched an inspection team to arrest Ji Lang. He was afraid that mentioning the association would irritate the other party, so he lied that he was at home.

“At home? What are you doing at home if you don’t come to work? Isn’t it relevant?” Ji Lang said in a cold tone. Although he does not demand that employees must attend attendance, the absenteeism is so arrogant, that can’t be tolerated.

Dong Yongyuan secretly said, as expected, the boss is going to drive himself.

Although he knew there would be such a day, but somehow he felt a little uncomfortable: “Boss, I will email you a resignation letter at night. As for the handover of work, I… I may not be able to hand over work for a while. This month You will be deducted from his salary.” He really has no face to get his last month’s salary.

At this time, Dong Yongyuan couldn’t help but feel a little grateful. Fortunately, the 50,000 yuan bonus for “coaxing the boss to go to college” issued by the boss before did not get, otherwise he would feel distressed if he didn’t have so much money. No, I can’t think about it, my heart is already hurting.

Hearing Dong Yongyuan’s answer, Ji Lang was a little surprised, really want to leave?

“Why, your association is going to change someone to stare at me?” Ji Lang frowned slightly.

That’s right, he knew Dong Yongyuan was the undercover agent of the Metaphysics Association from a long time ago. As a nightmare, even if he doesn’t want to, because the contact time is long, there are always a few opportunities to enter the dreams of people around him involuntarily. The studio is the place where he spends the longest time. Sometimes Beifan and the others have lunch breaks in the company, and occasionally he will feel intimidated when dreaming. He has sensed the dreams of everyone in the studio, only Dong Yongyuan’s dreamland Ji Lang has never sensed it.

At first he didn’t care much. After a long time, Ji Lang felt a little strange. Once, he tried to enter Dong Yongyuan’s dream, but he saw the familiar yellow halo at the entrance of the dream. From that moment, Ji Lang knew that Dong Yongyuan was a member of metaphysics.

At that time, Dong Yongyuan had been in the company for almost half a year. Although Dong Yongyuan talked a little bit more nonsense in the past six months, his work ability was good and he blocked many things for him. Ji Lang thought about incurring trouble again, so he simply pretended not to know and let him keep it. And even if he drove Dong Yongyuan away, the association would still find someone else to monitor him. If we do this together, it’s better to be pleasing to the eye.

Oh… the boss already knew that he was an undercover agent.

Although I couldn’t see Ji Lang’s mocking expression through the phone, Dong Yongyuan still felt ashamed, flushed his face, and stammered: “Boss, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it… No, I did it intentionally. …Oh, I don’t know how to explain it. I feel like I’m a Zhu Bajie looking in the mirror, no one is inside or outside. But you believe me, although I have been monitoring you for so long, I haven’t done anything to you. Bad thing. You may not believe it. I really like our studio, and the colleagues who like the studio, I am very reluctant to leave…”

Although Dong Yongyuan is a Xuanmen monk, he is a complete waste. His spiritual power is not high, and the charms can only draw ordinary peace charms, and the effect is so much better than the ones bought at the roadside stalls outside. Other Xuanmen disciples can earn pocket money by taking tasks on the association’s website at the age of eleven or twelve. His brothers, fifteen or sixteen, can already become local tyrants with a monthly income of 100,000 by catching ghosts and exorcising evil spirits. Up.

He is the only one who can’t do anything. He can only pick up some guidance tasks that others don’t want on the association’s website, and point out the way to the underworld for some lost ghosts. This kind of task of leading the way costs only fifty yuan for a ghost. He worked hard for a month without a day off, and made less than five thousand yuan a month. The poor can only live in a shared house.

Until he went to Ji Lang’s studio, he had a fixed monthly salary of 20,000, and he had a salary of 15 at the end of the year. Occasionally, Ji Lang sold a copyright, and just got a bonus of 100,000. Uuuu…he got out of poverty after talking to the boss, and he was really reluctant to part with the studio.

Dong Yongyuan became more uncomfortable as he spoke, his voice choked up.

Listening to the crying voice on the other end of the phone, Ji Lang thought of Dong Yongyuan’s 1.78-meter big man crying there, and suddenly rolled his eyes in disgust.

“If you don’t want to leave, just roll back. If you can’t see you before you get off work, you really won’t use it.” Ji Lang cursed.

“Old… Boss, are you still willing to want me?” Dong Yongyuan didn’t dare to say anything. “You have been at war with the association. Are you still willing to want me?”

“Go to war?” Ji Lang was taken aback, “What do you mean?”

“Didn’t the people from the inspection team come to you yesterday? The lady boss beat them and disabled them. Now that person can only sit in a wheelchair wearing adult diapers, not to mention how miserable.” Dong Yongyuan thought of Tian Cheng’s tragic situation and endured. I couldn’t help being afraid, “Boss, you see that I have not done too much to you and the boss for so long. Can you not let the boss curse me? I don’t want to wear adult diapers.”

He was taken to the association this morning and witnessed Tian Cheng’s tragic situation with his own eyes. After knowing that it was cursed by the doll that the proprietress held all day long, Dong Yongyuan felt a chill in his back. He squeezed the baby once in his hand.

The more Ji Lang listened, the more he felt something was wrong. Go to war? Disabled? Diapers? Wu Miaomiao hit it?

“What the **** is going on, tell me from the beginning.” Ji Lang was confused when he heard it.

“Boss, you… don’t know anything.” Dong Yongyuan also heard something wrong.

“Say.” Ji Lang urged impatiently.