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Chapter 130 Rescue
Chapter 130 Rescue
The cat was shocked, the cat was angry, the cat rushed up, and the cat... hit the window.
Qing Qin fell on the grass with his feet upside down, and quickly turned over, jumping onto the window sill before Mao could even shake.
Fortunately, Mr. Li opened the glass window, there are only screen windows.
Qing Miao showed her claws, clasped the mesh of the screen to remove the screen, and all of a sudden it flowed in through the gap and jumped onto the ventilation duct.
At this time, Mr. Li's cheeks were blushing, and his body struggled unconsciously.
That's why it's so ugly to die like this, the complexion is not good-looking, the old man's tongue is pulled, and the pain is terribly painful before death.
Qing Qin thought in his heart, threw himself on the small rope, and began to bite with his claws and teeth.
While biting, his heart was dripping blood: This wave is too bad, the claws are going to be flattened, and two teeth are broken.
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.
You bastard, you have to pay me at least a hundred small dried fish!
President Li smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect a cat to save me this time."
He stretched out his hand to catch the cat, but Qing Qin fluttered and jumped away, 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 full of exhaustion: "Don't follow me, I can't support you either, half my life's effort, half my life's effort!"
Weeping with blood, every word is terrifying.
He slammed the table hard, the documents next to it collapsed due to the vibration, and a medicine box fell to the ground at the same time.
Qing Qin looked down and saw Sertraline.
In fact, at this time, Mr. Li was already suffering from depression.
Qing Qin was in a rare complex mood. He had good reincarnation skills, and he never wanted anything since he was a child. All things will be delivered to him by himself.
The biggest challenge he encountered in his life was probably to become cannon fodder through books, and only then did he taste the taste of repeated defeats.
But it is only today that this little bastard who has been sleeping in the cloud in the dream and is rich and rich in gold and jade, has really lowered his body and looked up to see how people are struggling in the soft red.
Qing Miao paused for a moment, then jumped onto the table again, meowing at President Li again, and then she wanted to go out with the person's hand in her hand.
Mr. Li: Is this cat a sperm?
He was dragged to his feet and stepped out. The aura-filled kitten also followed his movements and let go of his mouth, 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.
President Li looked up at the signboard: "Selling lottery tickets?"
He suddenly laughed, lowered his head and licked the cat: "How do you know you can make a lot of money here? But I've always had bad luck, and most of this place is a lie."
Qing Qin: =_=
With a vicious meow, he flashed his claws with flickering cold light towards Mr. Li.
President Li raised his hand in surrender and walked in with the cat in his arms.
The shop owner saw the terrifying bruise on his neck that had not yet subsided, and reached out to the phone with one hand: "Should I call 110 or 120?"
Mr. Li smiled bitterly, and before he had time to explain, the kitten in his arms 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 shopkeeper's expression was stiff: "What about the number?"
President Li's eyes fell on the cat.
Shopkeeper: …
It seems that this person 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 tanuki turned around and landed in front of the computer screen, crackling and entering a string of numbers.
Mr. Li neatly paid for the lottery ticket full of numbers.
"You are a cat, how did you train it?" The owner looked surprised, still maintaining a scientific worldview, and found a reasonable explanation.
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."
After a while, when the lottery was drawn, 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 rose and fell, their heartbeats were beating like a drum, the same, exactly the same, and the last number!
"The special number is 7."
"I've hit it!" Mr. Li jumped up from his seat and hugged the shop owner next to him with joy.
The shop owner also hugged him and slapped each other on the back frantically: "This is the first time I've seen a jackpot win, 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!
Full of surprise, he looked at the kitten beside him.
Qing Miao meows, and sits dignifiedly in front of him, with her tail swung in front of her: "Meow."
Stupid Twolegs, worship your great cat god!
"It's the first time I've seen a live lucky cat." Mr. Li squatted down, ruffled Qing Qin's hair, and finally let the little guy impatiently give him a paw, and jumped arrogantly to the two-legged beast on the head.
Well, that's the height he's 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, and pushed the trademark law to Mr. Li, giving him the idea of taking a lawsuit.
This operation has indeed brought Qibao back to life. Although it is not as rapid as Qingqin did in the past, it has also come out of the danger of bankruptcy.
Qing Qin also heard a familiar name from President Li at this time.
"Mimi, when I was supplying goods at Jingli Shopping Mall a few days ago, I saw Mr. Qing who bought the colorful goods. It's really young and talented..."
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 body.
The idea was certain. That night, Qing Qin packed two small dried fish and slipped out the door, planning to go to Jingli Supermarket first.
On the way, when slipped out of a certain wall, vaguely heard the sound of action.
Are you filming here?
Qing Qin couldn't help but walk a few steps over there, and then saw a familiar back.
dog man!
The hair on his body exploded, he sprinted there subconsciously, and then his feet fell in the air when he landed.
Wait, who removed this manhole cover?
Qing Qin experienced a rapid fall, and when he woke up again, he landed in a pair of warm hands.
"Thank you big brother for saving the cat!" A childish voice sounded.
Qing Qin subconsciously slapped the terrifying big face that came close to him, jumped back to the tree, and took a closer look, oh, isn't this Mu Ye, the second-placed target of his assassination?
The atmosphere in the hospital is still stagnant today.
Qing Qin had been in a coma for three days, and on the first night, she was in the emergency room, almost forever separated.
Lou Quan stayed outside the ICU day and night for three days. At this moment, he couldn't hold it any longer and fell asleep unconsciously.
Qibao's people are still struggling to maintain the operation of the company. At this time, news has begun to say that Qibaoqing has been seriously injured in a car accident. The PR department is wracking their brains with this one.
However, Qibao still stayed here. Muye went to fetch water and came back. When he looked back, he saw that this small-haired man with long hair was messy and stubble, tilted his head, fell asleep in a twisted posture, and couldn't help shaking his head.
Looking back, he stared at Qing Qin with a worried look: hope Xiao Qing can come back as soon as possible, their company is really inseparable from the leadership of President Qing.
His phone rang and it was President Li.
"Hey, what's wrong? Is there any problem with the company now?"
"It's okay, I'm on the southeast side. I just wanted to ask how Mr. Qing is doing?"
"The condition is stable, and it has improved a lot in the past two days," Muye lowered his voice as much as possible, but still saw Lou Quan wake up, staring blankly at the person behind the glass window.
"I just had a dream," the opposite said hesitantly. "Dream, when Qibao was about to go bankrupt, Qing always didn't come. Fortunately, I picked up a lucky cat."
"Probably you are too worried." Mu Ye pursed his lips, and even subconsciously began to imagine what he would be like if he hadn't met Qing.
For the first half of his life, he was framed by family rules, bound by the so-called family affection, and he could not take a wrong step since he was a child.
If he hadn't met Qing Qin, a self-made contestant who had 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, and that he couldn't 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's, and his mouth is just like Mr. Xiaoqing's." Mr. Li couldn't help but continue to sigh, "I'm not sure about Mrs. It's always in my dreams."
"He should also come to see me first." Lou Quan vaguely heard some words and couldn't help but say, "No, I lied to him, he doesn't want to come to see me."
Muye said a few more words and hung up the phone, walked to Faxiao's side, and handed him a glass of water: "What are you blaming yourself for, when Xiaoqing was in a crunch, you were forced to save your life, you can't not cherish it. We Merchants never do business at a loss."
"Yeah." Lou Quan finally took a sip from the water, and then looked at the group of people walking towards the end of the corridor with serious faces.
There were at least fifty people who rushed over at this moment, and more than half of them were fully armed bodyguards, and they were not ordinary three-legged cat kung fu, but real elites who had seen bloody killings and had been discharged from the army. .
The group of people quickly observed the situation and formed a line around them. Then, surrounded by top lawyers and top butlers, an old man strode over with a cane and stood in front of the glass window. He seemed full of energy.slumped in an instant.
"Sir." A butler whispered.
The richest man didn't speak, and the three minutes of silence lasted like 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 car accident is for you."