Inside a 32-story apartment in a building in Huanhai Garden Community.

Huang Xikong followed the curse and finally found the source. He walked straight into the apartment through the wall, wrapped his fingers with the curse that he always wanted to escape, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "I'm so lucky."

There wasn't a single person at home.

Huang Xikong, who thought he would also have to take into account the work of scaring people, was a little disappointed. He searched around the house carefully, and couldn't help frowning.

Not found.

The curse was also hovering in the house at this time, running around without any mind.

It seems a little confused.

Huang Xikong grabbed the curse back to his palm in unhappy manner, looked at the wall clock on the wall, and decided to wait here.

There is no refined item at home, but there is the breath of that thing everywhere here.

The whole room was actually quite yin, and such an environment was very comfortable for Huang Xikong. He walked around the living room and finally stared at the goshawk ornaments on the cabinet, and decisively flashed into the ornaments.

With Yin Qi as a cover, he basically had no way to discover him as long as he did not show up on his own initiative.

After calming down his breath, Huang Xikong slept idlely in the ornaments and took a nap.

I slept pretty well this time, and when I woke up again, I could vaguely hear the conversation.

He took advantage of the eyes of the goshawk and saw the gorgeous and luxurious lamps at first sight, followed by the man sitting on the sofa.

He is quite young and looks about the same age as Xia Zhihuai, but his facial features are more than a little worse than that boy.

Huang Xikong moved his eyes aside. There was a woman in the room who was very professional in dressing, with a low ponytail and light makeup. Her temperament and eyebrows were very aggressive.

...

Huo Zhe sat on the sofa and looked lazy, looking leisurely at the agent Meng Qin on the sofa: "You don't have to be so anxious, there will be no problem."

"Huo Zhe, do you know how big this is?" Meng Qin's face turned a little blue with anger. "It's okay if you date a girl in private, but if your sleeping fans gets a big deal, the company will not be able to protect you by then."

"I said, nothing will happen. I've comforted that fan."

Huo Zhe poured a glass of wine and pushed it in front of Meng Qin: "Sister Qin, don't be angry."

Meng Qin's face was extremely bad. Seeing Huo Zhe a little angry, he was particularly sorry that he was not strong enough.

"You were not like this before." Meng Qin pushed the wine glass aside and looked at him with a deep look. "Huo Zhe, if you still want to continue and be able to make a name for yourself in the future, I advise you to restrain yourself. Don't think that if you pick up several endorsement contracts in Xia Zhihuai, you will be really popular."

Huo Zhe's face changed slightly, and his smile diminished: "The endorsement I picked up? There are so many male artists in the entertainment industry, can anyone pick it up?"

Meng Qin's face was slightly dark, and he couldn't help but sneer: "So?"

"Sister Qin, you are still biased towards Xia Zhihuai. Since you like him so much, why should you take me?"

Meng Qin looked at him firmly and said indifferently: "Then why don't you apply to the company to change your agent."

Huo Zhe immediately took a step back: "Where can it be? I'm just a little jealous. You are so powerful, how could I bear to change my agent?"

Although Meng Qin has a bit stereotyped personality, her strength is indeed the only person in the company who is second only to Xu Wei.

If Meng Qin had not helped him, even if Xia Zhihuai encountered setbacks one after another, he would not have won all these brands.

But he also believes in his own strength, and he is no worse than anyone else.

Xia Zhihuai was just relying on his face, so he was so popular before.

But no matter how good you look, it’s just a mess.

"I'll suppress this matter for you. I'll talk about that fan and won't let her make a big deal." Meng Qin felt tired when she looked at Huo Zhe, but she was Huo Zhe's agent. She had seen too many dirty things in the circle. It was impossible to just turn aside. "You can send me a notice in the past two days, and don't make any troubles, especially things like sleeping fans. I don't want to hear it again, and I won't help you with the second time."

Huo Zhe immediately smiled and begged for mercy: "I understand, I will never make any more mistakes."

"Sister Qin, I'll give you a cup and apologize."

Meng Qin blocked the wine he handed over: "I drove here, so I won't drink it anymore. You can have a good rest at home."

She got up and walked out the door with her cell phone.

When Huo Zhe put down his wine glass, his eyes were full of sinisterness, but when he got up, his face calmed down again, and he sent people out politely and obediently.

After the door was closed, the disguise on his face was completely gone, and he cursed gloomyly: "Sure pen!"

If it weren't for her work ability, he would have changed people long ago.

I don't know any interest at all, but I'm still very concerned about it.

...

Huang Xikong took advantage of the break when Huo Zhe sent Meng Qin out and found a refined fortune-telling object, a black portrait pendant that was only the size of a thumb and hung on Huang Xikong's mobile phone case.

Although this pendant is not large in size, it is carved like lifelike, especially the facial expressions and eyes. The first thing you see makes people feel furious behind you, and you feel inexplicably cold and evil.

Huang Xikong gently stroked the pendant rope with his fingers, swept the pendant away directly, turned around and disappeared into the room.

Huo Zhe returned to the living room, sat on the sofa and turned on the TV, and was about to get the remote control, his eyes swept to the phone next to the table, his pupils suddenly shrank, he sat up straight, and began to search on the messy desktop, his expression of anxiety and terror.

“Where is the pendant?”

"Where did my pendant go?"

"Impossible, it's obviously still hanging it on your phone..."

Huo Zhe lay on the carpet and searched under the table for a long time. Finally, he sat on the ground in a daze, clenched his right hand tightly on the table.

"Damn it!"

When I came back, the pendant was still hanging on my phone.

In the middle, Meng Qin had come to his house...

Meng Qin!

A vicious light suddenly lit up in Huo Zhe's eyes. It must be that she stole the pendant when she was not paying attention.

She must have known her secret and was biased towards Xia Zhihuai's little face, so she stole his pendant!

She must not destroy the pendant, he must get the things back.

Otherwise he will be done.

And Xia Zhihuai, who once trampled on him, would become popular again.

He absolutely does not allow such a thing to happen.

...

On the other side, Huang Xikong returned to Xia Zhihuai's home with a pendant.

The first moment he appeared, Wanwan felt it.

However, Wanwan was sitting in the children's toilet, holding her breath and stinking.

Her round little face turned red, her fists were clenched tightly, and she stared at the pattern on her slippers and tried hard.

Huang Xikong walked in from the balcony, and Xia Zhihuai was making milk powder in the kitchen.

The chandeliers in the house swayed, and a cool breeze blew in from outside. Xia Zhihuai looked up at the living room as soon as possible.

Just as he watched Huang Xikong stare blankly with the snacks piled on the table.

He walked out with milk, a little surprised: "Come back so soon?"

"It's already very slow. If that kid hadn't brought the things with him, I wouldn't have had to wait so long to come back."

Huang Xikong threw the pendant into Xia Zhihuai's hand, sat down on the sofa casually, and looked around the room: "Where is that little girl?"
Chapter completed!