"As long as you wait for me to make this gesture, you can raise your paw and point at me. It's not difficult, right?"
"Calm down, calm down, good, very good! This expression is very good, come on, smile brightly but seriously"
"Great, we can definitely fix this, it's not your fault!"
At the police shooting scene.
There is air conditioning, drinks, lounges, and cookies to eat. The only bad thing is that the photographer often says the above line, as if you are holding a knife in your hand and putting it on the neck of other witches. It feels like this
After the process, it seems like you are committing a crime.
"I'm going to take a look at the film. Please wait a moment. You can take off the panda suit. Next, you may take a group of sexier photos." Miss Zheng Xiu held the camera and said to Jiang Han.
"Okay." Jiang Han answered and pointed to the lounge, "I'll wait for you inside."
Zheng Xiu nodded slightly, and walked to the elevator with the other witches who were concerned about the photos. The place where the photos were developed was not at the shooting range.
Unexpectedly, Hua Xinyu also followed, feeling very dedicated and harassing Jiang Han.
Seeing the witches walking to the elevator sparsely and ejecting in batches, Jiang Han touched his head with his thick panda paws and walked back to the dressing room to change into a casual skirt. Although the panda suit was
It was air-conditioned, but it was still uncomfortable after wearing it for a long time. She thought of her previous life, the stage play in the elementary school English class, the tree she played, and the puppet costume was almost the same.
It's just not as comfortable as the panda suit. Jiang Han buttoned up the bra, stretched out her hands and yawned loudly, then put on the hooked pantyhose.
She lowered her head and looked at her calf, pursed her lips subconsciously, and made a tut or chirp sound.
It's time to buy new ones again. Jiang Han made a helpless sound, fastened the lace collar, and put on the casual dress. It was still an off-shoulder, long-sleeved, white and blue casual dress.
The witch really spends a lot on clothes, cosmetics, and books to satisfy her hobbies.
In this world, students don’t have anything like food, tuition and fees, but their expenses are definitely much higher than tuition and fees. There is nothing that can be done about this kind of loss of clothes.
Opening the door to the dressing room, I slowly slipped into the lounge.
The freezing air condensed by the powerful 13-degree air conditioner came out from inside the door, making her feel like she was home.
The standard lower limit of the witch air conditioner is 13 degrees, which is very scary.
Jiang Han shook his head a little and walked in. It must be said that the witch's land is really spacious. When building buildings, there is basically no need to consider the size. The lounge is also very luxurious, imitating the Victorian design.
, turn on the air conditioner and light the fireplace.
The long refreshment table where food is stored is made of a reddish-brown wood called the Peach Valley tree. This wood will naturally emit a high temperature. It is very natural. In this kind of air-conditioned room,
Medium, it can keep the food temperature from being too low, and even has magical effects on insurance.
She took a cup of baked porcelain flower tea, which was filled with dried lavender and thick green tea leaves. When she took a breath, she not only had the bitterness of green tea, but also the lingering sweetness, and the calming and calming lavender.
fragrant.
Then there are the biscuits. In these police teams, the team leader may be airborne, but the team members are always together, like a family. This can be seen on the tea snacks. There are small notes explaining the different characteristics of the biscuits.
:
Ji Meng’s handmade cookies
There are also comments below:
Liang Nuo: It tastes terrible. Too much sugar has been added.
Yue Jiafei: Let Yan Yunfei do it next time
Zheng Xiu: Hahaha, the biscuits made by forensic doctors still taste like blood.
It feels a bit like a witch's house. It has a sense of family. The sense of family unfolds between bickering and performing onmyoji. Jiang Han did not choose the cookies made by Ji Meng, but those made by the sunny Miss Zheng Xiu.
Cookies made by people who feel the sunshine will not taste too bad!
Jiang Han grabbed the biscuit and ate it in one bite. The first thing he felt was that it was very crispy and tasted weird, with a faint spicy taste and the sweet aroma of honey and milk.
It's not quite like other biscuits, it's a bit like homemade beets, with a little bit of spicy material added for seasoning?
She chewed it twice and swallowed it with tea. It was sweet, fragrant and tasted great. When she was about to take another piece, she heard the door being opened and was a little surprised.
Could it be that the efficiency of the witch is really that fast? She just changed clothes, drank a cup of tea and a biscuit and finished the photo?
She turned around and saw that the woman standing at the door was tall, with slightly higher cheekbones, a slightly thin face but fresh and beautiful face, and deep eyes. She was Miss Ji Meng, who was the criminal psychologist of this team and was also an expert in fashion design.
"Are you here to eat cookies too?" Jiang Han joked.
She succeeded in seeing the shock that had not subsided in the other person's eyes, which made her very happy.
Ji Meng's mouth moved, and she walked to the refreshment table, holding the table with both hands:
"She is Kraken."
Her tone was decisive, with a subtle vibrato.
"Yes, she is." Jiang Han smiled, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you directly last time, but this is a surprise, right?"
"Scared! I felt a little strange at the time, and I always felt a little familiar." Ji Meng gasped, as if her heart was having trouble with the excitement, "That is a great witch, and most witches will never see them once in their lifetime! My
Meaning, up close, face to face, chatting with her like I do."
My mother was caught in conversation by the great witch every day. During the conversation, Jiang Han thought about Li Lisi and then about Kraken, then pursed his lips and said nothing.
And Ji Meng is still intoxicated:
"Not only did I chat with her, I also designed clothes for her! I'm sure, I also touched her head and rubbed her head. She has a really good temper and is very cute."
Yes, her hair was also very soft. It was smoother than wool and rabbit hair. But after I pulled out a handful of it, Jiang Han felt even more guilty and quickly changed the subject.
After completing the shooting, Jiang Han returned home and saw a rare sight of Miss Liang Cuoyu, huddled at the door of her room in her pajamas, eyes half-squinted, wrapped in a blanket and holding a thermos cup, looking like a retired cadre who had been retired for 20 years.
Where are you sitting?
When she saw Jiang Han coming back, Miss Cuoyu raised her head, looking like a homeless kitten again, her eyes were distressing.
"Caoyu, why are you at the door of my room?" Jiang Han asked.
"Ah, eh, um." Liang Cuoyu covered her face, her eyes blurred, and after yawning, she seemed to wake up. She took out an envelope from under her pajamas and said with a haggard and weak smile:
"The money I earned from working, I hope I can repay the money I borrowed from you soon."
