The pheromone of the lop-eared rabbit makes the CEO really fragrant

It is indeed not a wise decision to hand over matters on the road to Qi Feng, but Qi Yan, who is getting older, must cultivate a successor as soon as possible.

When the casino manager heard Mr. Qi say that he only needs to report to Qi Feng for everything in the future, he was shocked: "Mr. Qi, you just handed over the burden to... this young...cough..."

The manager of the casino originally wanted to say that Qi Feng was a brat, but because he was Qi Ye's nephew, he didn't dare to say those words, so he held back abruptly.

Lord Qi lowered his head and played with Rongbao's fluffy rabbit ears. He knotted Rongbao's ears first, then untied them, and then tied them again. Come here, no one is born knowing everything."

Rong Bao lay obediently on Qi Yan's chest the whole time, allowing the man to play with his ears.

"That's right..." The casino manager paused for half a second: "But I'm afraid that other people will not accept it."

How could Qi Feng, who looks like a playboy on the outside, be able to hold back the scene.

Even though he was looked down upon by the casino manager, Qi Feng didn't have any temper at all, and he rarely responded. The main reason was that what the other party said was the truth. He was indeed too young to compare with his uncle.

My uncle has been fighting for his life in the hail of bullets since he was a teenager, and now he is in his 20s, and he has never even touched a gun, and he is often scared by others with a gun pointed at his head.

Qi Yan replied lightly: "Not convinced? Let them come to Qi Feng to challenge each other."

Qi Feng waved his hands in fright at the side: "Uncle, don't, don't, don't... I don't like to be singled out with others."

Qi Yan glanced at him with cold eyes: "Then you like gang fights?"

"Is it me who gang up on the other party, or the other party gang up on me." If it is the former, then Qi Feng is willing to accept the challenge, he likes group fights the most.

Qi Yan said a few cold words: "They beat you up."

"Uncle, I heard that group fights disturb the public order, and you will be arrested for drinking tea, or forget about it." Fucking group fights, Qi Feng is a No. [-] good citizen, and never violates laws and regulations. things.

Seeing Qi Feng's unpromising appearance, Qi Yan was already used to it, and turned to the casino manager and said, "I'm just training him now, and I won't let him take care of it completely."

The casino manager rubbed his hands and asked, "Master Qi, why did you suddenly make such a decision?"

A man's 40 years old happens to be his peak period, and he is still far from the age of retirement. Qi Yan chooses to find a successor at this time, maybe he has some kind of cancer, and time is running out.

Qi Yan lowered his head and kissed Rong Bao on the cheek, his tone softened unconsciously: "I want to return to my family."

I am used to seeing Lord Qi's cruel side, but suddenly seeing Lord Qi so gentle, the casino manager is not used to it, it must be the way he got up today is wrong.

Qi Yan didn't have much to say, after explaining a few words, he took Qi Feng to familiarize himself with the environment on the road.

Qi Yan has a lot of black goods in his hands, and if he picks out any one at random, it is enough to wear him out of prison.

Qi Feng used to only know that his uncle was very powerful, but after knowing it, he found that his uncle's power had penetrated into every aspect of City H, like a huge net buried under the ground of City H.

Such a huge size is no longer what Qi Feng can bear. The more he understands, the louder his retreat becomes.

Qi Yan could see that Qi Feng wanted to retreat, but now there was no way to retreat: "You either take over or die."

What Qi Feng can do is to take over his uncle's huge underworld business empire with tears in his eyes.

There are often dramas in TV dramas in which the main character is forced to go back and inherit billions of dollars if he doesn’t work hard in his career.

When Qi Feng watched it at the time, he sneered, thinking that some brain-dead screenwriter came up with this. How could anyone put hundreds of millions of property and not inherit it, but had to go outside and work hard.

Now Qi Feng can empathize with the protagonist, and he doesn't want to inherit hundreds of millions of property, he just wants to get rich by working hard with his own hands.

Unlike the male protagonist of the TV series, Qi Feng does not have the buff bonus of the protagonist's halo, so he is likely to be reduced to cannon fodder.

After returning home, Qi Feng took advantage of his uncle going to the gym on the third floor to exercise, so he quickly found a chance to chat with Rong Bao alone: ​​"Little aunt, you hurry up and give birth to a son, whether I will live a stable life in the rest of my life depends entirely on you gone."

Rong Bao was playing with the little carrot pulling toy that the old man bought for him, and he was having a good time, when suddenly he heard Qi Feng crying and saying some inexplicable words to him.

Rong Bao didn't understand a lot of things, but he grasped the key points at once, tilted his head and asked Qi Feng: "Son?"

As long as Rong Bao gave birth to a son, then the uncle would have successors, so that the huge family business would not fall on his shoulders. Qi Feng admitted that he just wanted to eat and wait for death, and didn't want to work hard.

"Yes, to give birth to a son, it is best to have a flexible mind. He can speak at the first month of birth, go to kindergarten at the age of one, go to the ninth grade at the age of five, learn the ancient and modern at the age of seven, master eight languages ​​​​at the age of ten, and get a doctorate at the age of 13... "

After Qi Feng said these words, the old butler was ashamed.

Rong Bao was stunned for a while, unable to understand at all, he was stunned for a few seconds, then ignored Qi Feng, and continued to play his new game of pulling carrots.

Qi Feng felt that his uncle's son would definitely be as powerful as he said above, but looking at Rong Bao's appearance...well, the IQ of the son born by their husband and wife must be balanced, at least a half OK.

"Cough... I was a bit exaggerated just now. I forgot to consider your IQ, little aunt. Let's do it again. You can speak at the age of two months. You can go to kindergarten at the age of two. You can understand the ancients at the age of ten. You can master eight languages ​​at the age of 12. …be able to inherit the family business at the age of 15...”

Rong Bao pulled out the plastic radish buried in the soil. This was the fifth radish, and there were still three radishes left in the soil.

As for the bunch of things Qi Feng said just now, of course he didn't hear a single word.

When the little rabbit was concentrating on pulling out the radish, Qi Feng suddenly snatched the little toy from his hand, and told him with a serious face, "Do you know what the consequences of uncle not having a son are?"

Rong Bao blinked his eyelids: "..."

"You don't know anything, you only know how to pluck radishes and eat radishes, which is not promising. As a rabbit, your task is to give birth to some cubs for my uncle. You should be anxious now, not playing games here. "Qi Feng picked up the look of a parent scolding the child.

In fact, Rong Bao didn't feel anything just listening to these words, and it didn't matter if he was reprimanded inexplicably, but Qi Feng snatched his toys away, so it mattered.

Rong Bao pursed his small mouth lightly, his eyes were red: "Woo~"

Seeing that his little aunt was about to cry, Qi Feng realized that he had said too much: "Little aunt, I just want you to have a sense of crisis. If you can't give birth to a bastard, my uncle will abandon you."

Abandoning this word immediately made Rong Bao want to listen to Qi Feng's words. He stopped crying for a while, looked at Qi Feng and asked: "Master Qi wants to abandon Rong Bao..."

"Abandoning you is a matter of time." Qi Feng was really afraid that Rong Bao would not cry hard enough, so he poured gasoline on the dry wood.

Rong Bao bit the first button on the collar of his clothes, sobbing for no reason: "Ugh..."

This is what Qi Feng wanted, and when Rong Bao was aroused, he immediately said, "Don't cry, as long as you give birth to a son, you won't be abandoned by my uncle."

The old housekeeper couldn't bear to see Qi Feng coaxing children like this, so he interrupted and said, "Master Rong, don't listen to his nonsense."

Rong Bao can't hear the old housekeeper's words now, Qi Feng's words are all in his mind.

After giving birth to a son, Master Qi would not abandon him, but Rong Bao didn't know how to give birth to a son. He looked at Qi Feng in confusion, and wanted Qi Feng to teach him.

Qi Feng patted his thigh: "Come on, I'll teach you."

Rong Bao leaned over, raised his ears a little, and listened to Qi Feng's method.

"When you are at night, be more active. Don't let uncle pull out the radish so quickly. It will take longer to bury it in the soil. Also, don't cry all the time. When you cry, uncle won't let it go." You can bear it, you can cry appropriately, but when you cry, you must not cry out that it hurts."

"Don't pull the radish." After Qi Feng said so many words, Rongbao only heard four words - don't pull the radish.

Qi Feng clapped his hands and praised: "Oh, little aunt, why are you so smart, you grasped the essence of the words all at once, you just memorize these four words, don't let uncle pull out the carrot, don't pull it out .”

Rong Bao nodded, and said childishly, "Don't pull out the carrot."

"You're so smart." Qi Feng couldn't help but patted Rong Bao's little shoulder.

But as soon as he put his hand on his little aunt's shoulder, his uncle's figure appeared at the entrance of the corridor, just in time to see his transgressive behavior.

It took only a second for Qi Feng to withdraw his hand, and then explained embarrassingly: "Uncle, I saw something dirty on my little aunt's shoulder, so I wanted to help clean it up."

Qi Yan had just finished exercising, and the black vest he was wearing was half soaked with sweat, and the veins on his forehead that had popped up from the iron did not go away, and his expression looked inexplicably violent and terrifying.

Qi Feng was really frightened and cried.

Rong Bao wasn't afraid, and stretched out his arms, asking the old man to hug him.

Qi Yan tore off the towel on his shoulders, threw it aside, and then reached out to hug his little lover.

Facing the old man's face, Rong Bao repeated, "Don't pull out the carrot."

"Huh?" Qi Yan didn't understand, he thought that Rong Bao was saying that he didn't want to play with the little toy for pulling carrots he bought.

Qi Yan picked up the small toy that was thrown on the sofa, which he specially asked the toy company to customize for Rongbao: "Don't you like to play?"

Qi Feng acted as an interpreter very considerately: "Little aunt is talking about another kind of radish."