"Are these new clothes for me?"
Yong Shanling ran to Assistant Fang excitedly, took the paper bag from his hand, and peeked inside.
The bathrobe on her shoulder slipped down a bit, but she casually pulled it up.
Assistant Fang kept muttering "it's improper to look", looking at his nose and then his mouth, pretending to be just a clothes rack.
"Assistant Fang, you can go off work." Mu Yijie said.
Assistant Fang felt as if he had been granted amnesty. He quickly covered his heart, which had been severely shocked tonight, and went home to seek comfort from his wife.
Yong Shanling went into the bedroom to change clothes. After some rustling noises, she pushed the door open and asked cheerfully, "Uncle, do I look good?"
Mu Yijie looked up, paused for a moment, and nodded imperceptibly.
I wonder if Assistant Fang has a young heart. The clothes he bought for Yong Shanling were all pink from head to toe. They looked extremely warm and fluffy.
"Strange, what's this?" Yong Shanling turned her head to look at her back. There was actually a round white ball attached to the back of the clothes at the position of her tailbone.
"Uncle, don't I look like a rabbit now?" She hopped up to Mu Yijie, put two fingers on top of her head, and wiggled them.
"You... sit down and have dinner quickly." Mu Yijie turned his head away. He was not willing to admit that the girl in front of him was incredibly cute, as if she had really transformed from a rabbit.
"Okay~ I'm hungry anyway!"
Yong Shanling was clumsy with Western tableware and looked at Mu Yijie pleadingly.
"... Just use the fork! Haven't you learned table manners?" Mu Yijie scolded.
"Uncle, help me cut it. I can't do it~" After saying that, Yong Shanling quickly reached out her hand and snatched the plate in front of Mu Yijie.
"Mmm, it's so delicious! Uncle, eat quickly. Don't be polite to me!" Yong Shanling speared a piece of foie gras and put it into her mouth, winking at Mu Yijie.
"Is this how you treat your guests?" Mu Yijie raised his eyebrows and asked, but he didn't pursue her disrespectful behavior.
"Hehe, because I know Uncle is a good person. He definitely won't get angry with me! I'm really lucky this time because Uncle was soft - hearted and didn't turn me away! Uncle, don't worry. I'll repay you!" Yong Shanling put her hands together and bowed to him.
"Repay? You're young and don't have any skills to make a living. How are you going to repay me?" Mu Yijie asked calmly. "Are you just making empty promises?"
"Of course not!" Yong Shanling patted her full belly after eating and drinking to her heart's content, and squinted her eyes happily.
She raised her hand and fumbled for a while, then took out a small puppet from behind her ear and said gently, "Little baby, it's time for you to show your skills again! Look, the uncle over there has helped me a great deal!"
"What are you doing?" Mu Yijie frowned. "Playing with dolls?"
"Of course not," Yong Shanling gave him a proud look. "This is my secret weapon!"
After saying that, she put the small puppet to her ear, nodded while making "mm - hmm" sounds seriously. To Mu Yijie, it looked extremely strange.
"Do you... perhaps have delusions?" He had a bad feeling.
"Uncle, no personal attacks, please." Yong Shanling pouted and looked at him dissatisfiedly. "My little baby said that you'll encounter a small trouble in ten minutes, but it'll be nothing serious!"
"Eh, strange. If it's ten minutes later, then I'll still be here. What kind of trouble could it be?" She scratched her head in distress.
Mu Yijie couldn't help but stand up and take a few steps back. He looked at Yong Shanling suspiciously and asked, "What on earth are you talking about? Are you pretending to be a spiritualist? Did someone pay you to target me?"
His expression was cold and his tone was harsh. "Tell me, who is your employer?"
He suddenly realized that Yong Shanling might not be an ordinary club girl. He secretly complained that he had been too careless and had been deceived by her innocent face!
"Employer? Sigh!" Yong Shanling sighed. "I also want an employer, but unfortunately, I'm just starting out and have no reputation. No one is willing to hire me."
She rolled her eyes and looked at Mu Yijie. "If Uncle is willing to hire me..."
"Bang!"
Before Yong Shanling could finish her sentence, the door of the private room suddenly made a loud noise and was kicked open forcefully.
The two people in the room both turned their heads. Mu Yijie frowned slightly and asked, "Yiran, why are you in such a hurry? Why didn't you knock first?"
The man standing at the door was Song Yiran. But now he had lost his initial charm. His bow - tie was undone, his peach - blossom eyes were red, his hair was in a mess, his eyes were slightly bulging, and he was gasping for breath. He stared straight at Mu Yijie.
Seeing his strange appearance, Mu Yijie asked warily, "Yiran, what's wrong with you? Did you drink too much?"
One of his hands reached for his phone, intending to call the police.
"Hmm..." A low growl actually came from Song Yiran's throat.
"Be careful!" Yong Shanling stood in front of Mu Yijie. Her small face was serious and solemn. Her cute and fair face even showed a hint of solemnity.
"Don't call the security guards, or ordinary people will be in danger!" She told Mu Yijie.
"You know what's wrong with Yiran? Who on earth are you?" Mu Yijie suddenly clenched his fists tightly. He didn't like this feeling of things getting out of control at all!
"A mere distracted spirit dares to play tricks in front of me?" Yong Shanling suddenly threw the puppet in her hand. The Willow Spirit Puppet hit Song Yiran and emitted a red light. Song Yiran, who was touched by the red light, let out a scream and shed bloody tears.
He shifted his target and looked at Yong Shanling with a vicious look in his eyes. He said hoarsely and intermittently, "Spiritual cultivator... don't meddle in other people's business... give that human to me!"
"Shut up! Humans are the spirits of all things. Do you think you, a sneaky guy, can touch him? I'll beat you until you beg for mercy!"
The Willow Spirit Puppet on the ground flew back to Yong Shanling's hand automatically. She reached out and felt around, then took out seven or eight long and thin flying darts from her flat outer pocket. There were long red threads tied to the tails of the darts.
"Go!"
Yong Shanling shouted sweetly. Her moves were as fast as lightning. The flying darts were launched towards Song Yiran. They automatically circled around him. The long red threads gradually intertwined into a net and then suddenly tightened -
"Roar!"
Song Yiran roared to the sky in great pain. Then his body trembled and he slumped to the ground.
"Little, little uncle!" He looked up in a daze. Suddenly, he looked terrified. "Is that guy still there?"
Yong Shanling stretched out her hands, and the flying darts obediently flew into her hands and were put back into her pocket.
"Don't worry. I've already caught it!" She patted her outer pocket contentedly. "Consider this deal a freebie. I'll charge you next time!"