MTL - Salted Fish Doesn’t Want to Inherit Hundred of Billion Property-Chapter 130 save

The cat was shocked, the cat was angry, the cat rushed up, the cat... hit the window.

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

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

So how much is it to die like this? It's ugly, the face is not good-looking, the tongue is pulled, and the pain is terrible before death.

Qing Qin's heart was broken, he threw himself on this little rope?, even his claws and teeth began to bite.

!

With a thud, Mr. Li fell heavily to the ground, and through his hazy tearful eyes, he saw a raccoon cat squatting proudly on his chest, meowing viciously.

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

Mr. Li smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect a cat to save me this time."

He stretched out his hand to catch the cat, but Qingqin jumped away lightly, picked up the rope, quickly ran to the window, and threw the rope directly: "Meow!"

President Li staggered to his feet and sat back in the chair? His face was full of exhaustion: "Don't follow me, I can't support you either, half my life's effort, half my life's effort. !"

Every word is crying and bloody.

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

Qing Qin looked down and saw Sertraline.

At this time, Mr. Li was already suffering from depression.

Qing Qin is rarely in a complicated mood. He has good reincarnation skills and has never wanted anything since he was a child. Everything? Someone will deliver it to him.

The biggest challenge he encountered in his life was probably being a cannon fodder through a book, and only then did he taste the taste of repeated defeats.

Soft red.

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

Mr. Li: Is this cat a sperm?

He was dragged to stand up and stepped out, this aura-filled kitten also released its mouth with his movements, landed lightly, and trotted all the way to lead the way.

Qing Qin also worked here for a while, and soon recalled the surrounding building layout, quickly found the target, and led Mr. Li to the door of a store.

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

He laughed suddenly, lowered his head and licked the cat: "How do you know that you can make a lot of money here? But I've always had bad luck, and there are many here? It's probably a lie."

Qing Qin: =_=

He made a vicious meow and flashed his claws with cold light towards Mr. Li.

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

The shopkeeper saw the terrifying bruise on his neck that had not subsided, and reached out to the phone with one hand: "Should I call 110 or 120?"

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

"Have some fun." Mr. Li hesitated and said, it's really weird, when would I actually listen to a cat's order?

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

Mr. Li's eyes fell on the cat.

The owner:…

It seems that this man did not meet the criminal halfway, but has some problems with his mind. By the way, what is the phone number of the mental hospital?

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

Mr. Li neatly paid for the lottery ticket full of numbers.

Mr. Li smiled awkwardly. Do you believe me when I said I picked it up?

He changed the subject: "The lottery should be drawn soon, I'll stay here to see."

When the lottery was drawn soon, the host on the TV screen read out the numbers word by word: "4, 9, 8, 1, 0, 9, 2, 8. "

The two people in the store opened their eyes wide, their breathing quickened, their chests heaved, their hearts beat like a drum, the same, exactly the same, only one last number!

"The special number is 7."

"I've won!" Mr. Li jumped up from his seat and hugged the shopkeeper next to him with joy.

The owner also hugged him and slapped each other on the back frantically: "This is the first time I have seen a jackpot, a full 8 million."

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

He looked at the kitten beside him with surprise eyes.

O foolish Twoleg, worship your great cat god!

, jumped arrogantly on the Twoleg's head.

Well, this is the height he is used to.

With the 8 million, Mr. Li bought Qibao and the secret recipe all the way smoothly.

Qing Qin also recalled the previous practice, pushed the trademark law to Mr. Li, and gave him the idea of ​​​​taking a lawsuit.

Qing Qin also listened to Mr. Li and heard a familiar name at this time.

"Mimi, I saw Mr. Qing who bought colorful goods at Jingli shopping mall a few days ago. How young? For..."

Qing Miao pricked up her ears, and now she had an idea to take a look at this guy who was suspected to be him or the original.

The idea is certain, that night, Qing Qin packed two small dried fish and slipped out the door, planning to go to Jingli Supermarket first.

On this road, when I slipped out of a wall, I vaguely heard the sound of action.

Are you filming here?

Qing Qin couldn't help but take a few steps over there, and then saw a familiar back.

Dog man!

The hair on his body blew up, he sprinted there subconsciously, and then his feet fell when he landed.

Wait, who removed this manhole cover?

Qing Qin experienced a rapid fall, and when she woke up again, she landed in a pair of warm hands.

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

Qing Qin subconsciously gave the terrifying big face that came up to him, and jumped back to the tree? He took a closer look, oh, isn't this Makino, the second-placed target of his assassination?

Today the atmosphere in the hospital is still stagnant.

Qing Qin has been in a coma for three days. On the first night, he entered the emergency room, and he was almost separated.

Lou Quan had been guarding outside the ICU day and night for three days. At this moment, he couldn't hold it any longer and fell asleep unconsciously.

The people of Qibao are still struggling to maintain the operation of the company. At this time, there has been news outside that Qibaoqing was seriously injured in a car accident. The PR department is wracking their brains with this one.

However, Qibao still left people here, Muye went to fetch water and came back, and when he looked back, he saw that this small hair was always messy, stubble, stubble, head tilted, sleeping in a twisted position He couldn't help shaking his head.

Turning back, he stared at Qing Qin with a worried look: I hope Xiao Qing can come back as soon as possible, their company is really inseparable from the leadership of Mr. Qing.

His phone rang and it was President Li.

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

"It's alright, I'm on the southeast side, I just want to ask how is Mr. Qing?"

"The condition is stable, it has improved a lot in the past two days," Mu Ye lowered his voice as much as possible, but still saw Lou Quan wake up with a shudder, his eyes staring blankly behind the glass window people.

"I just had a dream," the opposite said hesitantly, "Dream, when Qibao was about to go bankrupt, Mr. Qing didn't come. Fortunately, I picked up a lucky cat."

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

In the first half of his life, he was ruled by the family and bound by the so-called family.

If it wasn't for seeing Qing Qin, a self-made contestant who has absolutely no behind-the-scenes forces, he might not have 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 it weren't for the fact that the family felt that he was working hard alone, that he had no money at hand, and that he could not produce any results, and gave him a few months' vacation, there would not be Wen Ye, a well-known cartoonist today.

"Hey, for some reason I always feel that I should say it, that cat's temperament is really like Mr. Xiaoqing, and the mouth is just like Mr. Xiaoqing." Mr. Li couldn't help it. Continuing to sigh, "Maybe Mr. Qing has fallen into my dream."

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

Muye said a few more words and hung up the phone, walked over to Faxiao, and handed him a glass of water: "What are you blaming yourself, when Xiaoqing is at a critical point, he will save your life. , you are not allowed to cherish it. Our businessmen will never do business at a loss."

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

I have seen blood fighting and those who have been discharged from the army.

The group quickly observed the situation and formed a team around, then, surrounded by a group of top lawyers and top butlers, an old man strode over with a cane, in front of the glass window Standing still, his full spirit seemed to wilt in an instant.

"Sir." A butler whispered.

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