Big boss's palm fox pet

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The fireworks were exploding vigorously, Mu Lin was not sleepy, Xiao Qi was drunk and almost fell asleep.

"Why did you say that Chu Qingshan ran away when he was tired of staying in the household registration book?"

Xiao Qi was originally lying on his back, turned sideways to Mu Lin, hugged him in his arms, and explained vaguely: "Unless you change your household registration, otherwise you will lose your household registration book when you die..."

"Oh, then I will stay in your household registration book for the rest of my life, and we will never be separated."

In the darkness, Xiao Qi's eyelashes trembled imperceptibly, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Okay..."

We will never be separated for the rest of our lives.

……

Day thinking, night dreaming.

Mu Lin had a dream, dreaming that Bai Liushuang was holding bloody little foxes that had been skinned and asked him why he took away their clothes. He tried his best to explain, but Bai Liushuang didn't listen at all.

"Huh..." Waking up from the dream, Mu Lin looked up at the dark and empty ceiling, breathing in fresh air.

Those are my own clothes, he thought.

He never snatched anything from other little foxes. That fur was shed on his [-]th birthday, and it was also the only gift his mother gave him besides life—very precious.

Subconsciously touched to the side, Xiao Qi was not there.

Looking at the time, it was past two o'clock in the morning, and Xiao Qi didn't sleep, where would he go?

The sound of fireworks in the distance was pounding, but fortunately, it didn't prevent Mu Lin from distinguishing Xiao Qi's breathing.As expected, Xiao Qi went to that warehouse again.

Mu Lin tiptoedly pushed the door open and went in, the incandescent lamp shone on all kinds of jewels and stones, the light almost blinded his fox eyes.Xiao Qi was sitting on the ground, facing the wall covered with medals, and leaning against the jewelry display case, already asleep, with two empty wine bottles scattered beside him.

"Ugh……"

Not sleeping in a good big bed, not cuddling with such a cute little fox, Mu Lin really didn't know what to say if he had to come and drink alone.

The crease between his brows was like a cool wind blowing at Mu Lin's heartstrings, Mu Lin caressed his head in pain, and gently pressed his fingertips against his brows, trying to smooth out the crease.

"Dad..." Xiao Qi called unconsciously, and then opened his eyes: "Huh? Xiao Lin."

He stretched out his hand naturally, and Mu Lin leaned over obediently, snuggling into his embrace.

After a long silence, Xiao Qi smiled helplessly: "Xiao Lin, I am hated by my father."

Mu Lin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Coincidentally, I also annoyed your mother."

Xiao Qi sighed and said: "The same people who have fallen in the end of the world."

"Who said no?"

"Murin."

"Ok?"

"Let's go to get the certificate. How about Ireland? In China, I don't know if we can wait until the day when same-sex marriage is legal..." Xiao Qi smiled, and that smile was like mellow coffee, rippling with boundless bitterness: "But It doesn't matter, let's do the intended guardian, it's about the same."

If, one day, he had an accident, Mu Lin had the right to decide whether to sign the consent form for the operation, and also had the right to dispose of his property.

"I listen to you."

"Okay, that's it."

"Ah."

Nestled in Xiao Qi's arms, Mu Lin tightly circled herself and him with her tail, as if in this way, they could really never be separated for the rest of their lives.

……

Just as he communicated with the hotel about the lunch menu, Xiao Qi received a text message from Liu Qianchuan.

"Are you free to meet?"

After thinking for a while, Xiao Qi replied: "Yes, come to my apartment."

Liu Qianchuan was a busy person, and he always went to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, Xiao Qi reckoned that the two of them had finished talking, and those few just woke up, so everyone could have lunch together.

Half an hour later, Xiao Qi welcomed Liu Qianchuan into the house.

The balcony was warmed by the sun, Liu Qianchuan leaned on the railing with one hand and held a cigar in the other, looking at the undulating Lover's Bay, his amber pupils were filled with indescribable depth.

Xiao Qi was leaning against the railing, also holding a cigar in his mouth, with his left hand in his pocket, and his right hand was looking at a photo, with a sad and happy expression on his face.

"How do you want me to help?" Xiao Qi asked with the cigar in his mouth on his left hand.

"I... I don't know." After a pause, he said helplessly: "Actually, I shouldn't have come to you. After all, he has passed the suspension period. It's really not good for me to ask you for this kind of help, but -"

But the dead can never come back.

Thinking of the comrades who once fought side by side are buried in the ground, with no name on the monument, and seeing this kind of clown jumping around and selling miserably, the comparison between the two is unbearable.

The corners of Xiao Qi's lips curled up slightly, but there was no smile in his eyes, only coldness and coldness: "I really think I am obsessed with beauty and don't care about worldly affairs? I saw his affairs. Rah, their team was still there a while ago. I contacted the central venue and said that I want to hold a concert."

"What did you say?"

"How can I say it? Is the expiration of the ban preventing me from banning him?" Putting the head of the cigar close to the photo, Xiao Qi watched the photo slowly ignite, and the man's face on it was slowly eroded by the flames, and said lightly: " No."

Liu Qianchuan was stunned, unable to laugh or cry: "So what he said on Weibo, the malicious, hateful report was done by you."

"Oh, that's really not the case. He has passed the suspension period, and the relevant departments agreed, but the organizer canceled the performance itself."

"Fuck?! Then he still writes small essays on Weibo to complain about others?"

"A shameless tree is sure to die, and a shameless person is invincible in the world." Throwing the ashes of the photo into the ashtray, Xiao Qi patted Liu Qianchuan on the shoulder: "In the huge film and television city, 10,000+ people are filming every day, and they are really famous How many of them are there? Which of those hard-working extras is not under a lot of pressure? But there are very few people who use the pressure as an excuse to take drugs."

On October 2016, 10, Song Moumou was detained for taking drugs, and has since become a bad artist.

In the next few years, his old songs have not been removed from the shelves, and new songs have been released, commercial performances, music festivals, live, bar opening, joint investment, and even won the best lyricist award.

How carefree?

That's it, still complaining about society as a victim?

How ironic? !

"Alas..." Liu Qianchuan let out a long sigh.

If the pressure is really high, talk to family members and friends, go to the hospital to see a psychiatrist, or call 110 if you can’t do it, who the hell is going to find a drug dealer? !

Furthermore, Song Moumou mentioned in that essay that he did not harm the anti-narcotics police.Yes, there is no direct harm, but there is indirect harm—every penny of drug money will be turned into bullets from drug dealers, hitting the anti-drug police!

Pressing the cigar out in the ashtray, Xiao Qi's eyes were stern: "The anti-drug policemen can't be resurrected, and bad artists can't come back, they don't deserve it."

The author has something to say:

People will inevitably make mistakes, but some people's mistakes should not be forgiven.

I don't have the ability to let them be blocked in reality, but in my novels, oh, my novels are decided by me.

I boycott any bad artist!

Especially a scum like Song XX!Disgusting!

What else is there to worship the ghost club... Hehehehehe... For this one, there is still a plot in the follow-up, waiting for it.

I don't want my readers to have the kind of "you can always trust Zhang XX" among my readers. As an author, I will also set an example. If one day my idol collapses, the moment I know the news Immediately fans turned black, not only that, whoever catches him, I will send a pennant to that public security bureau or police station! ! !