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

When the casino manager heard that Grandpa Qi was coming, he hurried to greet him, and then saw Grandpa Qi's smiling face. It was not too scary, he almost knelt down on his knees: "Q...Master Qi, Why do you look so...happy today."

My wife is about to have a baby, can you be unhappy, but Qi Yan didn't realize that he was smiling, which looked very different from his usual style.

Qi Yan raised his hand, patted the casino manager's shoulder and asked, "Has your wife given birth?"

"What?" The casino manager was stunned for a moment, not understanding why Master Qi asked such a question, he wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, and said with a mournful face: "Master Qi, I have three children Now, my wife has turned into a yellow-faced woman, if you want my wife, I really can't do it..."

The casino manager thought that Lord Qi fell in love with his wife now, and he wanted to honor his wife to Lord Qi, but he couldn't do it, which made him very embarrassed.

Qi Yan frowned, and made a gesture of flicking ashes on the casino manager's shoulder: "I just want to tell you that my wife is about to have a baby."

The casino manager was confused and confused: "...??"

Qi Yan didn't continue to show off, and passed by the manager of the casino.

When meeting the sexy dealer who came to say hello, Qi Yan smiled and nodded.

The croupier was a little flattered and asked, "Master Qi, what kind of happy event has happened to you?"

Qi Yan said, "I have a wife."

Qi Yan wished to tell everyone that if he had a loudspeaker in his hand, he would definitely record his own voice, and then play it in a loop for the people around him to listen to.

Mr. Pi and Yewang were waiting in the private room behind the casino. Before they saw Mr. Qi, they heard Mr. Qi talking to the two security guards at the door: "Is there a wife at home? Are you pregnant... No... That's what makes me happy... My wife has it."

Both Pi Lao and Ye Wang didn't believe that the person who spoke outside the door was their Qi Ye, and that marriage could successfully change a man.

Immediately after the door was pushed open, Qi Yan's always stern and cold face, with an obvious smile, looked amiable.

Pi Lao and Ye Wang stood up and bowed at the same time: "Mr. Qi."

Qi Yan sat down on the sofa first, with his right leg resting on his left leg naturally, and his elbow resting on the armrest of the sofa, his movements were wanton and domineering, which was the same as that of the previous Qi Ye, but when he opened his mouth, he became It's different: "Your wife..."

Before Qi Yan could finish his sentence, Yewang began to narrate a series of words: "Mr. Qi, I don't have a wife in my family, and I don't have any children. I don't need to be happy. I will only be loyal to you all my life. I thought about getting married and having children."

The old ruffian is still an old bachelor, and he never thought of asking for a wife and having children: "Master Qi, I am the same."

Qi Yan picked up the freshly poured brandy on the table with a smile, and took a sip: "My wife still needs to ask for one, and the child must be born, otherwise how can this life be fulfilled, like I have a wife and children now..."

Life has been sublimated directly.

The old ruffian's mouth twitched: "..."

Ye Wang followed suit: "..."

After a while, the two remembered to wish: "Congratulations, Mr. Qi, on the birth of a precious son."

The smile on Qi Yan's face couldn't be concealed: "It's still early, I haven't given birth yet."

After showing off, it was time to talk about business. Qi Yan straightened his face, sat upright and asked them: "Have those two undercover officers been interrogated?"

"The interrogation is over. These two undercover agents have not infiltrated into the upper echelons. They just hang around at the bottom for a while. They can get very little information. They haven't touched our core secrets yet."

Qi Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and the tense arc of his back relaxed again: "From now on, the people below will be assessed and screened every month, and we can't let the notes get in."

Pi Lao and Yewang replied forcefully: "Yes."

Qi Yan was about to take another sip of wine, when he caught a glimpse of the brick-like mobile phone in the ruffian's trousers pocket from the corner of the eye: "By the way, old ruffian, why do you still use the old man's phone? It's commemorative, don't you want to lose it?"

The old man touched his pocket with his hand, and held his elderly phone: "No... I just think I'm used to it."

A strange light flashed in Qi Yan's eyes, and his tone changed slightly: "Oh?"

The old man seemed a little nervous, his thighs trembled indistinctly.

Qi Yan looked away from the ruffian and waved his hands: "Everyone go down."

After the two confidantes walked out of the box, the phone in Qi Yan's pocket vibrated suddenly, and someone sent him a message.

Qi Yan took out the phone and took a look. After reading it, his pupils suddenly tightened. The person who sent him the message was a foreign detective named K. Detective K sent him a blurry photo. People are fluffy treasures.

Rong Bao was imprisoned in a small iron cage. Because of the small space, his body had to curl up. There were other iron cages beside him, and those iron cages contained some real rabbits.

In addition, there is another man in the photo. That man is standing tall and straight in front of the pile of iron cages, as if he is picking his favorite pet.

Although only one figure was seen from the back, Qi Yan can be sure that this is definitely Rong Baona's so-called former owner.

Qi Yan was so excited that his fingers trembled, and he squeezed his mobile phone tightly, as if he wanted to crush the mobile phone.

After a long time, Qi Yan replied to Detective K's message: Help me investigate the man in the photo, you can pay as much as you want, and you must find out all eighteen generations of his ancestors.

After Detective K was silent for a few minutes, he made a price: 500 ounces of gold.

Qi Yan agreed to the price.

After turning off the phone, Qi Yan sighed heavily. After searching for so long, he finally found a clue about the former owner of Rong Bao. He only hoped that K could send all the information about that man as soon as possible.

In addition, he wants to know what is the relationship between that man and Rongbao, is it really just a simple owner, but how could the owner cut off his glands for a pet.

And since you can already have the heart to cut off your own glands, then why did you have the heart to throw Rong Bao into the auction market in the end? There is something deeper.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Qi Yan returned to the mountain top villa.

After Rong Bao was pregnant with the little bunny, the sleeping time became longer. Qi Yan went out for about three hours, and Rong Bao also slept for a full three hours, and he still hadn't woken up when he came home.

Qi Yan sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Rong Bao's facial features.

In the afternoon, the afterglow of the setting sun came in through the gaps in the curtains, and shone on Rong Bao's extremely delicate face. His crow-like eyelashes cast a dark shadow under his eyelids, and his skin was as delicate and smooth as porcelain. , there is no flaw at all, this is a perfect work.

Qi Yan didn't reach out to touch Rongbao's face, but just sat on the edge of the bed and admired it quietly. He should feel happy when he became a father, but there was a sore hard lump in his throat, which made him very uncomfortable. taste.

It was Rong Bao's former owner who made his whole body acidic.

Qi Yan said in a very hoarse voice: "Does he also look at you like me?"

After a while, Qi Yan continued to murmur: "I think he will leave you, because he thinks you are boring."

When Qi Yan first met Rongbao, Rongbao was deaf and dumb, unable to express, and didn't understand anything, such Rongbao could only be used as an ornamental.

Some ornamental items are valuable and can be passed on to the next generation, such as cultural relics, and velvet treasures are the kind of worthless ornamental items that will be discarded naturally if they get tired of looking at them.

After all, Qi Yan raised his hand and rubbed Rongbao's small face with his fingertips: "Honey, I won't think you're boring, and I won't leave you...never."

Now Rongbao has become much more interesting, Qi Yan is the boring person, after all he is old and doesn't know what romance is.

Perhaps Qi Yan's fingers were too rough, which made Rong Bao very painful, so Rong Bao was woken up very quickly, and after waking up, he called out sweetly: "Mr. Qi."

Qi Yan lifted Rong Bao's armpit and hugged him up: "Honey, you've been sleeping for a long time this afternoon."

Rong Bao thought that the old man was guarding him all the time, a silly smile appeared on his small face, and then he buried his head on the old man's shoulder and rubbed it.

Then Rong Bao raised his face again and stared at the old man's face.

After looking at it for a while, he found that the creases on the old man's face seemed to have increased. Rong Bao stretched out his small hand and touched the end of the old man's eyes: "Mr. Qi...you are getting old again..."

Qi Yan's face darkened: "..."

It may be that I laughed too many times today, which made the wrinkles at the ends of the eyes worse.

Qi Yan put Rongbao back on the bed silently, then walked into the bathroom alone, stood in front of the mirror and repeatedly took pictures of the wrinkles at the ends of his eyes, it seems that he can no longer laugh casually.

Qi Yan patted his old face, restrained his smile, and tensed his face.

When the face is tightened, wrinkles appear less noticeable.

Qi Yan kept this facial expression and walked out.

Rong Bao was lying on the bed rolling back and forth, when he saw the old man coming out, he immediately leaned over to hug him.

Qi Yan picked up Rongbao, and asked with a straight face: "Rongbao, do I look better now?"

Rong Bao nodded doggedly: "Yeah."

Qi Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and then went downstairs with Rong Bao.

That boy Qi Feng didn't live with them anymore, his chirping noises were reduced, and his ears became much quieter.

Just thinking about being quiet, I heard Qi Feng's angry voice: "Uncle."

"..."

Qi Yan looked at Qi Feng who suddenly ran in and was still wearing a professional suit and asked, "Why are you here? Is there anyone following you?"