After the flash marriage, the little chinchilla became popular with its aroma

Chapter 1,

At night, the temperature is getting colder.

On the streets in winter, office workers are wearing thick cotton clothes and hurrying, wanting to get home early to rest and eliminate the fatigue of the day.

In the center of the bustling business district, the huge LED screen is scrolling and playing the interview video of the chairman of Huachen Entertainment, which attracts pedestrians to stop and look up from time to time.

At this time, the monster night market is extremely lively.Firefly goblins flew above with their slender legs hanging down, illuminating the booth extremely brightly.

Vendors are enthusiastically attracting customers, hoping to earn more money to support their families.

The vendors and customers here are monsters living in modern society.

A place on the corner of the street was filled with bursts of strange fragrance, but it was in stark contrast to the lively shouts in the distance, and the scene was a little bleak.

On the surface of an old drum, a dirty gray ball suddenly appeared, staring at the big black eyes, looking left and right.

Gray Tuanzi is a little chinchilla spirit who earns money by performing, singing and performing arts in the monster night market.

The little chinchilla's two slender paws hooked the edge of the drum vigorously, its chubby body dangled underneath, and with a strong leap, its little feet finally hooked the drum and climbed up.

"It's too cold." Panting, the little chinchilla sits on the scratched drum surface and rubs its paws, then digs and digs on the colorless satchel, and takes out half of a roasted sweet potato.

"Tuantuan, it's time to eat!"

Hearing the call, a little gray hamster ran fast with its calves upside down, and quickly climbed up the drum stand, stroking its soft belly and staring at the little chinchilla.

The cold sweet potato was broken into two halves, and the little chinchilla bent its eyes and said with a smile: "After dinner, it's time for us to perform."

"Thank you, Beibei." The little hamster's big eyes were wide open. After taking a handful of sweet potatoes, he moved to the little chinchilla, leaning on his round body, and started to eat voraciously.

The wind at night was strong, and the little chinchilla's gray fur was blown messily. Even so, he still hooked the corners of his mouth, happily holding the sweet potato.

"Beibei, our business has been so bad recently that the guests who came to our show are not willing to pay any more."

After eating the sweet potatoes, the little hamster leaned his head on the little chinchilla, with a gloomy look on his face.

Thinking of this incident, the sweet potato in the hands of the little chinchilla suddenly tasted bad.He put away his smile and gradually became serious. The whole chinchilla sat curled up on the drum, with its small head buried lower and lower.

"If this continues, we may not even be able to eat roasted sweet potatoes, let alone pay the booth fee next month."

"It's all because I'm useless. The songs I sing don't attract guests."

"I'm really a useless chinchilla!"

Facing the bleak north wind, the little chinchilla ate the last bite of roasted sweet potato, its small cheeks bulging like a little squirrel.

The little hamster slightly raised his eyelids. Seeing that he blamed himself so much, he couldn't think of words to comfort him, so he stammered: "The economy is not good recently, let's keep working hard. How much money do we have left?

The little chinchilla sighed, raised its little feet, moved its chubby body slightly, turned the small satchel on its body, and took out a few steel coins from it: "There is still 8 cents left."

"8 cents, we have to save some money, or we'll be hungry again." The little hamster looked at the little chinchilla's eyes getting darker, and comforted him: "Okay, let's start the performance soon! Only in this way can we earn more money! "

"Yeah, good!" Little Totoro cheered up, striding its little feet aggressively, preparing for today's performance.

On the street, a black kitten tiptoed around, seeing no one around, holding a black box, and quickly jumped into the small hole in the base of the goddess statue.

"Director, the Marriage Spirit Tree is blooming!"

Under the land of the goddess statue, a spiritual tree that has grown for thousands of years is glowing with dazzling white light. The red petals are gradually unfolding, exuding a special fragrance.

There are many monsters gathered under the tree, and the man standing in the center is Ji Yanzhi, the director of the Monster Management Bureau.

He was wearing a black overcoat with a handsome appearance, and he was nervously looking at the marriage spirit tree.

This is the Demon Saint Pavilion. Every month, monsters living in the modern society will come here to listen to the training of the senior management of the Monster Administration, teaching them to get close to humans and be a good monster that conforms to socialist values.

Today is a special day, the "sacred tree" in the eyes of monsters has blossomed.

In order to reproduce the monster clan and care for the single old monsters who have been single for thousands of years, the marriage spirit tree will conclude marriages for each monster according to the fate of each monster, and the monsters who are made into a pair must go to the Monster Civil Affairs Bureau within seven days. Marriage procedures, otherwise you will be punished by heaven.

The so-called punishment of heaven, ranging from being beaten back to the original form to lose one's cultivation base, to causing thunder from the sky, enduring bone-eroding pain, and scatter one's soul.

The assistant next to Director Ji is a rabbit spirit, transformed into a human figure with a handsome appearance, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and holding a red name sticker with a serious eye, recording the list of lovers assigned by the Marriage Spirit Tree.

"Ji Jiji, director, there seems to be something wrong with this list!" the assistant stammered and shouted, attracting the eyes of many monsters.

Director Ji looked indifferent, and said softly: "What's the problem?"

The assistant held his breath, and slowly turned the list to the director, wondering: "There is a big boss here."

"Brother Duan?" The group of monsters around caused quite a commotion, and many monsters whispered to each other, chatting happily: "The Marriage Spirit Tree actually found a wife for Big Brother Duan? Big Brother Duan is going to end his solo for ten thousand years." ?”

"Shh, keep your voice down, you're not afraid that this sentence will reach Mr. Duan's ears, and he will beat you back to your original shape and throw you into the stinky ditch!"

Director Ji was still calm, "Then send him the marriage letter, which contains information about his fiancé."

The assistant's heart tightened, and he asked in a trembling voice, "I'll deliver it? Will Mr. Duan beat me back to my original shape in a fit of anger?"

Director Ji paused: "Just tell him that the ten thousand-year-old monster will become abnormal if he doesn't fall in love."

assistant:"……"

The private residences in the city center have fresh and bright colors. The smoky blue background wall is matched with white furniture, which makes the already spotless home more transparent and clean.

In the potted plant, the cactus suddenly shook twice, then jumped out of the soil with all its strength, and walked towards the master bedroom humming a little song.

Last night, Rose gave him a task.

That is to ask Mr. Duan to get up.

Mr. Duan of their family got up very angry, and often scared Little Rose to tears, trembling.

"Come on!" Little Rose pouted her little butt, and followed behind Little Cactus, sneaking towards the edge of the bedroom door, thinking nervously: "The palm is really interesting, try it yourself!"

"Mr. Duan, it's time to get up."

The little cactus jumped up, climbed onto the big soft bed, and tiptoed to Duan Jingze's ear.

"Mr. Duan, you have a morning meeting today, it's time to get up!"

The little cactus waved its small arms, poked at the man, and obediently sat on the bed waiting for him to wake up.

The man on the bed had fair skin, delicate browbones, a high nose bridge, thin lips, and a sense of alienation when he closed his eyes.

Suddenly, the discomfort brought by his arm made the man frown.

Duan Jingze slowly opened his eyes, his black pupils were a little impatient and irritable.

Looking at the cute cactus sitting next to him and the thorns on his body, Duan Jingze said in a lazy and puzzled tone, "Why are you here to wake me up today?"

Feeling the chilly gaze, the little cactus shivered and replied nervously: "The rose that woke you up yesterday wants to sleep late today..."

Duan Jingze paused, then raised his eyelids casually again, stared at the little cactus and the densely packed thorns on its body, and said in a deep voice, "The first row of thorns on it is one less than the second row."

The little cactus frantically stroked the thorns on its body, "Then me?"

Duan Jingze: "Unplug it."

Little Cactus: "..."

The ties in the cloakroom are neatly placed in boxes, and the distance between each box is 3.0cm, which is exactly the same.

Expensive watches are arranged in transparent glass cabinets, which are strictly classified according to their functions and arranged in an orderly manner.

Opening the white closet, black, white and gray suits accounted for most of the suits, hung from left to right according to the color, ironed without a trace of wrinkle.

Seeing Duan Jingze brushing his teeth, Little Rose sneaked out from the flowerbed and climbed onto the bright windowsill, "Why are you crying?"

The little cactus was aggrieved: "If you weren't afraid that Mr. Duan would get up, and insisted that I wake him up for you, would he be able to pull out my thorns? Hey!"

The little rose hung its petals, and said guiltily: "I'm sorry, I forgot that Master Bai Ze has obsessive-compulsive disorder."

Duan Jingze, the ancient mythical beast Bai Ze, symbolizes auspiciousness and auspiciousness.As early as thousands of years ago, it was enshrined by human beings with a high status, and it is also one of the great demons who guard the Quartet in the demon world.

Over the years, the Monster Management Bureau has gradually been established, and the management of the demon world has become more and more standardized. Duan Jingze has nothing else to do except help catch the evil monsters, so he simply runs an entertainment group.

Bai Ze means auspicious and good luck. Duan Jingze's group has been going smoothly since its establishment. In just a few years, it has grown from strength to strength.

Today is the first working day, the bustling streets are blocked, Duan Jingze is lazily leaning on the car seat, his knuckle fingers gently sliding the demon world news.

"Oh, the Marriage Spirit Tree is blooming? I don't know which unlucky guy was forcibly bound to the marriage. It's so miserable."

Duan Jingze's voice was low, and he quickly passed the news, holding the steering wheel and moving forward quickly.

At this time, a man in simple clothes rushed over from the side of the road. He knocked on Duan Jingze's car door tremblingly, his dark eyes were full of tension, and he bent down desperately to look into the car.

Under normal circumstances, Duan Jingze would not open windows for people of unknown origin, but the man in front of him seemed to be an adult leopard spirit, and his expression seemed a little desperate.

The car window slid down, and the man held the milk in both hands, tremblingly stretched it in, and whispered slightly with his lips: "Mr. Duan, this is homemade milk. I've been really unlucky recently, can you give me some auspiciousness? "

Duan Jingze glanced at the congested cars around, looked at the man and asked with a smile, "Do you think my place is a rescue station?"

The man's pupils shrank, and then he explained in a hoarse voice: "My wife is seriously ill, and no amount of treatment can cure it! The leak in the house happened to be raining all night, and the company's profits have not been good in recent days, and I was laid off, and the children's school fees are not enough. ..."

After the man finished speaking, Duan Jingze looked away and said coldly: "It's none of my business." After finishing speaking, he closed the car window and started the engine.

Looking at the car that was gradually moving away, the man's expression gradually became desperate, and his head was buried lower and lower.

At this time, with a gust of cold wind, a banknote slowly fell into the palm of the man.A deep and pleasant male voice echoed in the man's ear, "Your milk money."

Holding the banknote with Bai Ze's auspicious aura, the man's eyes filled with excitement. He knew that with Bai Ze's blessing, their whole family would be fine.

After returning to the company, Duan Jingze took off his coat, and without any spare time, he brought his assistant into the conference room to start the morning meeting.

In the middle of the morning meeting, Assistant Yang suddenly leaned over and whispered, "Mr. Duan, someone in your office is looking for you. It seems that the matter is very important."

Duan Jingze narrowed his eyes, thoughtfully got up and left the conference room, his steps were steady.

On the table, a little gray Fat Jiu was holding a piece of red paper in its mouth, tilting its head, staring at Xiaodou and looking at Duan Jingze.

This little fat chirp is the director's bird, and Duan Jingze knows it.

Seeing Duan Jingze approaching, Xiao Feijiu put down the red paper, stepped on it with his little foot, and signaled that it was for Duan Jingze. After explaining everything, he quickly waved his little wings, and hurriedly flew away with his butt pouted, fearing that he would be angered if he was too late.

Duan Jingze was puzzled: "What needs to be delivered by that bird?"

The assistant's expression gradually became astonished: "This seems to be a marriage letter!"

"Marriage...fate...letter?" Duan Jingze stepped forward to pick up the letter paper, the five big characters Duan Jingze Bei Qiao on it made his eyes darken even more.

"I was forcibly bound by the Marriage Spirit Tree?"

Assistant Yang replied in a muffled voice, "It seems so, President."

Duan Jingze held back his anger and continued to flip through the letter. Behind the letter was his fiancé's birth date and basic information.

"Ashy, chubby, love to sing, smell good, pick up junk?" Duan Jingze's expression gradually froze, and an unknown smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "What is this?"

Assistant Yang replied honestly: "It seems to be a gray mouse."

Puzzled and angry rolled in his chest, Duan Jingze tried his best to control his emotions, and called Ji Yanzhi.

Ji Yanzhi: "Hey, Yu Ze, what's the matter?"

Duan Jingze: "Explain about the marriage letter."

Ji Yanzhi said with a guilty conscience: "The Marriage Spirit Tree chose a wife for you, are you happy? Are you excited?"

Duan Jingze sneered: "I'm so excited! Take this mess back quickly!"

Ji Yanzhi tried hard to persuade: "You have been single for 1 years, and I love you as a friend. If you don't have sex for ten thousand years, you will be abnormal."

Duan Jingze turned pale with anger: "Pervert? Okay, today I will let you know what a real pervert is!"

Ji Yanzhi hurriedly replied: "Brother, calm down. You also know about the Marriage Spirit Tree, the marriage it chooses for you, even the heavens cannot defy it, and those who violate it will be punished by the heavens!"

Duan Jingze let out a disdainful voice: "Then I'll cut down the tree and see if I can still be punished by God."

After hanging up the phone, he put on his coat and hurried out without caring about the halfway meeting.

Assistant Yang asked hesitantly, "Are you really going to cut down the tree?"

Duan Jingze's face darkened: "Otherwise?"

At this time, thunder suddenly rang out from the originally clear window, and with a "bang", a blue-white thunder flashed into Duan Jingze's office through the glass window.

Duan Jingze hesitated for a few seconds, then pondered: "You still want to scare me? Xiao Yang, bring me my magic weapon."

Before the words were finished, there was a "thunder", and a thunder with black smoke struck again, flying steadily and fiercely towards the computer on Duan Jingze's desk, splitting it in half instantly.

Under the choking smoke, Duan Jingze looked solemn, looked at the computer that had been split in half, and took a deep breath of relief, before continuing to walk out.

The frightened assistant asked in a low voice, "Are you...do you still want to cut down trees?"

Duan Jingze replied with a dark face: "Of course I will, I have to accept the marriage letter...my little baby..."