Little Mr. is one hundred years old

Weekends are rare days off.There was no alarm to remind him, Qing Huan's original plan was to sleep until he woke up naturally, but he was still woken up by a phone call.

"Hey?"

"Sir, it's me." An old voice said.

"It's you...what do you want from me?"

"I have a tricky matter here, and I want to ask you for help..." There was a bit of embarrassment over there.

"Didn't I say that? I don't want to get involved in these things anymore. Last time was already an exception." Qing Huan said lightly.

"But this time... I really can't help it. People are blocking the door. If I can't solve it, I won't even be able to get out..."

Qing Huan frowned: "Where are you now?"

"in the shop."

"Okay, you wait, I'll go over now."

After hanging up the phone, Qing Huan went into the bathroom to wash up, then changed into a light gray jumper and white-washed casual jeans, put on her bag and went out.When passing by Gu Yuehua's dessert shop, they also received a cup of hot milk tea and a box of freshly baked Portuguese egg tarts for free.

He got on the bus, and when he arrived at the place, he had already settled for a cup of milk tea and half a box of egg tarts.

"Boya Wenbao" is the name of this shop. On the surface, it is a business of buying and selling antiques. The old shop owner often does some Feng Shui divination business, because he has handled several important cases, so It is a small name in the industry.

Qing Huan saw a few strange men at the door of the small shop, all of them were tall and big, with fierce eyes or ruffian faces, they were not easy to provoke.

"Stop, there is no business here today." Seeing Qing Huan approaching, a man stopped him.

"I'm here to find someone."

At this time, the door opened, and an old man in a simple Tang suit stood inside: "He is my distinguished guest."

It was only then that Qing Huan was able to enter the door. As soon as he entered, the old man hurriedly asked him to sit down, and then brought him a cup of black tea that had been brewed a long time ago: "Sir, it's your favorite Keemun black tea."

Qing Huan took it but didn't drink it, and put it down: "Abao, tell me, what's going on?"

"Sir, it's actually like this..."

It turned out that those people just now were security personnel from the Hongmo Club. This Hongmo Club is an industry under the Hongwei Group. The Hongwei Group is a Sino-foreign joint venture company headquartered in the UK, but it was the first batch of companies that were introduced into China , its founder is also an overseas Chinese.Although it has the tinge of foreign capital, it has a lot of power in the country. The name of Hongmo Club sounds normal, but in fact, everyone knows the business inside. Because the network of relationships is too complicated, no one dares to touch it.

During this period of time, something happened to the Hongmo clubhouse. At first, it was the guests, and then the two internal managers fell into a coma after staying overnight in the clubhouse. Although they woke up later, they were all depressed. The diagnosis showed that they were weak and lacked energy, but the guests were fine. The two managers were called managers, but they were actually the leaders of a group of "security personnel", and their physical condition was very good.Therefore, they thought that something dirty had entered the clubhouse, and they found several "experts" in this field, but it didn't work, and then they found Boya Wenbao...

"You just say you don't want to take this business?" Qing Huan said.

"I said it, but when I said it like this, people thought I was putting on a show on purpose. As you can see, they blocked the door."

Qing Huan was silent for a while: "I can't guarantee that this matter can be resolved, I can only wait and see."

Hearing what Qing Huan said, Zhou Yubao nodded hastily: "I know, so I can only trouble you, Mr. Xiao."

The people who were waiting outside were already very impatient. Seeing that Zhou Yubao finally agreed to go with them, he eased up a bit, but seeing that he also brought along a milky doll that looks like a woman, he was a little unhappy. After all, the matter at the Hongmo Club was not a child's play, but Zhou Yubao insisted that they could only let him go.

This was Qing Huan's first time going to an entertainment place like the Hongmo Clubhouse. The magnificence inside was jaw-dropping enough, and there was an air of extravagance everywhere.Because it was early in the morning, there were not many people, and the men and women who occasionally passed by were also handsome and beautiful, and almost all of them had a soft and charming air.

The statue of Guan Gong and the incense in the lobby can block little ghosts, and there is also an amulet that I don’t know where, it is indeed a powerful thing, and it is no problem to block those sneaks.So it's understandable that you can't see anything after entering.

"Little Mister, it seems that there is nothing..." Zhou Yubao whispered in Qing Huan's ear - he has also learned some things in a serious way, and roughly even if he can't see it, he can feel it.

Qing Huan said nothing, and continued to move forward.

"How is it? Mr. Zhou, did you see anything?" A security guard asked Zhou Yubao.

Zhou Yubao pretended to ponder for a while and said, "I have to look again..."

"Can I meet the two managers who are in trouble?" Qing Huan suddenly said to the security personnel.

Seeing the security guard frown, Zhou Yubao hurriedly answered: "Yes, that's what I mean, I have to meet someone first."

"One of the two managers went home to recuperate, and the other..."

"Xiao Fei, what's the matter?"

Hearing the sound, Qing Huan turned around and saw a few people standing at the end of the corridor. The man who spoke was a man with triangular eyes in a black suit. What attracted attention was another person, who was wearing a white suit that ordinary people don't usually wear, his hair was combed back with pomade, his face was handsome and handsome, his shoulders were wide and his waist was narrow, he looked like a movie star.

The security guard ran over, said a few words in a low voice, and pointed at them.

The man in the white suit glanced over, with an unknown smile on the corner of his mouth, and then said: "Then Manager Wang, let someone see it."

As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone else said yes.

In the end, besides Qing Huan and Zhou Yubao, the person concerned, Manager Wang, the man in the white suit, and two attendants who looked like bodyguards, were all crowded in a lounge.And only the man in the white suit was sitting. He sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, drinking coffee while watching their movements.

"Mr. Xiao." Zhou Yubao gently pushed Qing Huan.

Qing Huan's expression remained unchanged, and she said to Manager Wang, "Can I trouble you to take off your clothes?"

The atmosphere suddenly froze.

"Take it off?" Manager Wang looked at Qing Huan in surprise.

"Yes, take it off." Qing Huan's expression was light.

The man in the white suit said: "Then Manager Wang, you can take it off, there are men here, even if there are women, don't you just take it off?"

The two bodyguards sneered.

Manager Wang was embarrassed, and then took off his suit, and then saw that Qing Huan was still staring at him, and then took off his shirt, "Take off your pants too?"

"Take it off." Qing Huan added: "You can keep your underwear."

There was another burst of muffled laughter.

For the first time in his life, Manager Wang felt such naked humiliation, he gritted his teeth and took off his suit pants.

"Lie on the bed." Qing Huan continued to give instructions.

Manager Wang had to follow suit.

Qing Huan stood aside, pressed the middle of his collarbone, and then slid straight down all the way, his slender fingers, white as jade shoots, slowly slid across the wheat-colored skin, obviously it was just a simple movement, but it was inexplicable. Feeling erotic, Manager Wang looked up and saw Qing Huan's soft and delicate face. Although his face was cold, it had a special charm. When his fingers rested on his abdomen, he couldn't help but feel his stomach tighten ——

"Does it hurt?" Qing Huan asked.

Manager Wang was stunned, and paused for a second before answering: "No... oh, it hurts a little." Damn it, he actually reacted to a boy! ! !

"There is a red line!" A bodyguard watching suddenly whispered.

Manager Wang lowered his head and saw a red thread-like thing appeared on the upper end of his lower abdomen, as if growing in his body... How could there be such a thing?I obviously didn't see it when I took a shower before...

"Turn over."

Manager Wang hurriedly followed suit and turned over.

"Manager Wang had a great nightlife last night." The man in the white suit put down his coffee cup and said with a smile.

It turns out that there are clear nail marks on Manager Wang's back, criss-crossing one after another...

"Mr. Shao, don't be joking... I haven't, I haven't had that since that day..." Although it was a bit embarrassing, Manager Wang still said-he is clearly unable to do what he wants now.

Qing Huan turned her head and asked, "Is there any wine?"

The man in the white suit winked at the bodyguard. The bodyguard went out immediately and quickly brought back a bottle of golden champagne.

Qing Huan didn't answer, but said to the bodyguard: "Take a drink and spray it on his back."

The bodyguard didn't know why, but he did it anyway.

After he sprayed two mouthfuls of alcohol on Manager Wang's back, Manager Wang hissed a few times: "It's so hot..."

"Wow……"

The bodyguard looked at Manager Wang's back in disbelief... Even the man in the white suit stood up and walked over to see——

It turned out that the original light pink nail prints on Manager Wang's back turned black, and the marks also changed their shape...it looked very hideous...

"Little Mister..." Zhou Yubao saw it for the first time, and looked at Qing Huan in surprise.

Qing Huan wiped her hands with a tissue and said, "That's not a trace of human fingernails, it should be a claw mark."

Manager Wang couldn't see what was going on behind him, so he sat up in a panic: "Ah... what's going on? What the hell is it..."

"Excessive energy consumption." Qing Huan looked at Manager Wang and said, "My personal suggestion is not to have intercourse within three months. Also, wipe your back with alcohol three times a day to disinfect it."

Those two bodyguards who had doubts about Qing Huan as a child now have completely different attitudes towards Qing Huan——

The man in the white suit laughed twice, and then stretched out his hand to Qing Huan: "Interesting. I am the general manager of Hongwei, Lou Zhao. I wonder if I can invite this little gentleman to have lunch together?"