Salted Fish Doesn't Want to Inherit Hundred of Billion Property

Maomao was shocked, Maomao was angry, Maomao rushed up? Go, Maomao... hit the window.

Qingqin fell on the grass on all fours, turned over quickly, and jumped onto the window sill before even shaking his hair.

Fortunately, Mr. Li opened the glass window, and there are only screen windows here.

Qing Miao showed her paws, buckled the mesh of the screen window and moved it away, and immediately flowed in through the gap, and jumped onto the ventilation duct?.

At this time, Mr. Li's cheeks were already flushed, and his body struggled unconsciously.

So how dead is he like this? Ugly, his face is not good-looking, his tongue is so long, and he was in excruciating pain before he died.

Thinking to himself, Qingqin threw herself on this little rope, and began to bite with claws and teeth.

While biting, his heart was bleeding: This wave is too bad, the claws are almost worn out, and two teeth are broken, blah, blah, this deal is too bad!

With a plop, Mr. Li fell heavily to the ground. Through his teary eyes, he saw a civet cat squatting proudly on his chest and meowing viciously.

Bastard, you have to pay me at least a hundred dried fish!

Mr. Li smiled wryly: "I never thought that a cat would save me this time."

He reached out to catch the cat, but Qing Qin jumped away lightly, picked up the rope, ran to the window quickly, and threw the rope directly: "Meow!"

Mr. Li stood up unsteadily, and sat back on the chair? His face was full of exhaustion: "Don't follow me, I can't afford you, half my life's hard work, half my life's hard work!"

Weeping blood every word, soul-stirring.

He slammed the table hard, and the documents next to him collapsed due to the vibration, and at the same time, a medicine box fell to the ground.

Qingqin looked down at Serqulin.

In fact, at this time, Mr. Li was already suffering from depression.

Qingqin is in a complicated mood. He has good reincarnation skills, and he has never wanted anything since he was a child. Everything? Someone will send it to him.

The biggest challenge he encountered in life was probably that he became cannon fodder through books, and only then did he taste a little bit of the taste of repeated defeats.

But it was only today that this little bastard, who had been sleeping in the clouds in his dream, in a rich and rich town, really bent down and looked up to see how people struggled in the ten feet of soft red.

Qing Miao paused for a moment, jumped onto the table again?, meowed at Mr. Li again, and then wanted to go out with someone's hand in her mouth.

Mr. Li: Is this cat a sperm?

He was dragged to stand up, and took a step forward. The aura-filled kitten also let go of his mouth, landed lightly, and trotted all the way to lead the way.

After all, Qingqin also worked here for a while, and quickly recalled the surrounding building layout, quickly found the target, and led Mr. Li to the door of a shop.

Mr. Li looked up at the signboard: "Seller of lottery tickets?"

He suddenly laughed, and lowered his head to stroke the cat: "How do you know that you can make a lot of money here? But I have never been lucky, and most of this place is a lie."

Qingqin: =_=

He meowed viciously, and flashed his cold paws at Mr. Li.

Mr. Li raised his hands in surrender and walked in with the cat in his arms.

The shopkeeper saw the horrific bruise on his neck that hadn't faded, and stretched out his hand to the phone: "Should I call 110 or 120?"

Mr. Li smiled wryly. Before he could explain, the kitten in his arms had already jumped out and ordered a lottery ticket on the promotional picture.

"Come to a piece of xx music." Mr. Li hesitated and said, it's really weird, when will I listen to a cat's order?

The owner's expression was stiff: "What about the number?"

Mr. Li's eyes fell on Mao Mao.

Shopkeeper: ...

It seems that this guy didn't meet a criminal on the way, but he has some problem with his brain. By the way, what is the phone number of the mental hospital?

Immediately afterwards, he saw the raccoon cat turn around and land in front of the computer screen, typing in a series of numbers.

Mr. Li paid the money neatly and took away the lottery ticket full of numbers.

"You're a cat, how did you train it?" The shopkeeper looked surprised, still maintaining a scientific worldview, and found a reasonable explanation.

Mr. Li smiled awkwardly, did you believe I picked it up?

He changed the subject: "The lottery should be drawn soon, I'll stay here and take a look."

After a while, when it was time for the lottery, the host on the TV screen read out the numbers word by word: "4, 9, 8, 1, 0, 9, 2, 8."

The eyes of the two people in the store were wide open, their breathing quickened, their chests rose and fell, and their hearts beat like drums. They were the same, exactly the same, and the last number was missing!

"The special number is seven."

"I won!" Mr. Li jumped up from his seat at once, and hugged the shopkeeper next to him with great joy.

The shop owner also hugged him and slapped him on the back frantically: "This is the first time I've seen someone who won the jackpot, a total of 800 million."

"What did you say?" Mr. Li exclaimed, feeling a little unsteady for a moment, which was enough for him to buy Qibao and then buy back the original secret recipe!

He looked at the little cat beside him with eyes full of surprise.

Qing meowed, and sat in front of him dignifiedly, flicking her tail in front of her: "Meow."

You stupid Twolegs, worship your great cat god!

"This is the first time I've seen a live lucky cat." Mr. Li knelt down and rumpled Qingqin's hair, and finally got the little guy to give him a paw impatiently, and jumped arrogantly onto the Twolegs. on the head.

Well, this is the altitude he is used to.

After receiving the 800 million yuan, Mr. Li bought back Qibao and the secret recipe smoothly all the way.

Qingqin also recalled the previous practice of pushing the trademark law to Mr. Li and giving him the idea to file a lawsuit.

This operation has indeed brought Qibao back to life. Although it is not as rapid as what Qingqin did back then, it has also come out of the danger of bankruptcy.

Qingqin also heard a familiar name from Mr. Li at this time.

"Mimi, when I was supplying goods in Jingli Shopping Center a few days ago, I saw Mr. Qing who bought colorful products. How young is he? Why..."

Qing Miao pricked up her ears, and immediately had an idea to go and see this guy who was suspected to be him or the original body.

That night, Qingqin packed two small dried fish and slipped out the door, intending to go to Jingli Supermarket first.

On the way, when I slipped out from a certain wall, I vaguely heard sounds like action.

Are you filming here?

Qingqin couldn't help but took a few steps over there, and then saw a familiar figure from behind.

dog man!

The hair on his body exploded, and he sprinted there subconsciously, and when he landed, his feet fell into the air.

Wait, who removed the manhole cover?

Qingqin experienced a rapid fall, and when she woke up again, she fell into a pair of warm hands.

"Thank you big brother for saving Maomao!" A childish voice sounded.

Qingqin subconsciously slapped the terrifying big face that came up to him, and jumped back on the tree? He took a closer look, yo, isn't this Makino, the No. 2 target of his assassination?

The atmosphere in the hospital is still stagnant today.

Qingqin had been in a coma for three days, and was in the emergency room on the first night.

Lou Quan stayed outside the ICU for three days, day and night, and finally couldn't hold on anymore, and fell asleep unconsciously.

Qibao's people are still struggling to maintain the company's operation, and at this time there are already rumors outside that Qibaoqing has died of serious injuries in a car accident.The public relations department is struggling with this matter.

However, Qibao still stayed here. Muye went to fetch water and came back. Looking back, he saw the usual coquettish little haired man with a messy chin and a stubble tilting his head, falling asleep in a twisted position. He couldn't help shaking his head.

Looking back, he stared at Qingqin with a worried look: I hope Xiaoqing can come back as soon as possible, their company really cannot do without Mr. Qing's leadership.

His phone rang, and it was Mr. Li.

"Hey, what's the matter? Is there any problem with the company now?"

"It's okay, I'm staying here in the southeast, I just want to ask how is Mr. Qing?"

"The condition is stable, and it has improved a lot in the past two days," Muye lowered his voice as much as possible, and saw Lou Quan wake up in a jerk, staring blankly at the person behind the glass window.

"I just had a dream," said the other person, hesitantly, "I dreamed that when Qibao was about to close down, Mr. Qing didn't come? Fortunately, I picked up a beckoning cat."

"Maybe you are too worried." Makino pursed his lips, subconsciously began to imagine what it would be like if he hadn't met Qing.

In the first half of his life, he was framed by the rules of his family and bound by the so-called family affection. He was not allowed to take a wrong step since he was a child, and he was forced to enter the game because of his so-called excellence.

If he hadn't met Qingqin, a contestant who started from nothing with no behind-the-scenes forces, he might not have had the courage to fight against the family with his own strength.

What's more, at the beginning, all the funds in his hands were under the supervision of the family, and it was impossible to try to make his own cartoons.

If the family hadn't given him a few months of vacation because they thought he was working alone, had no money, and couldn't produce much results, there would be no such well-known cartoonist Wen Ye today.

"Oh, for some reason, I always feel that I should say it out. That cat really has the temperament of Mr. Xiao Qing, and his mouth is just as picky as Mr. Xiao Qing." Mr. Li couldn't help but continue to sigh, "I can't say that Mr. Qing It's always been my dream."

"He should also come to see me first." Lou Quan heard something faintly, and couldn't help but say, "No, I lied to him, he doesn't want to come to see me."

Makino said a few more words and hung up the phone, walked up to Faxiao, and handed him a glass of water: "What are you blaming yourself for? You must not cherish your life when Xiaoqing was in danger. You must cherish it. We Merchants never trade at a loss.”

"Yeah." Lou Quan finally took a sip of the water, and then looked at a group of people walking towards the end of the corridor with serious faces.

There are at least fifty people rushing over at this moment, more than half of them are fully armed bodyguards, and they are not ordinary people who know how to practice three-legged cat kung fu, but real elites who have seen bloody battles and have been discharged from the army. .

This group of people quickly observed the situation and formed a line around them. Then, surrounded by a group of top lawyers and top butlers, an old man strode over with a cane and stood in front of the glass window. His full spirit seemed to be Down in an instant.

"Sir." A butler persuaded in a low voice.

The richest man did not speak, and the 3 minutes of silence seemed as long as a century, he finally turned around and looked at Lou Quan who had already noticed something wrong and stood up: "No one else wants to harm him, this car accident is coming for you. "