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

"Uncle, I promise I won't make a mistake again, please forgive me this time." The handsome young man in a black jacket knelt on the ground, begging desperately, and moved forward with his frayed knees.

The man sitting in front of the young man has deep facial features, sharp eyebrows and fierce eyes. When the corners of his mouth are bent down, he is not angry. He puts the gun in his hand on the young man's forehead: "When you stole company secrets, did you think about me?" Is it your uncle?"

Qi Feng completely believed that the man shot at him. He was in his 20s, and he was so frightened that he cried and couldn't speak fluently: "I... I was coerced, you have to believe me..."

"I don't like listening to sophistry." Qi Yan put his index finger on the trigger and was about to shoot.

Qi Feng had an idea, and said urgently: "I have a gift for you, you will definitely like it."

Qi Yan was unmoved, his finger had already pulled the trigger halfway, he was very good at both black and white, he could get what he wanted, he wouldn't care about a gift from a junior.

Qi Feng got down on his knees and kowtowed vigorously: "Please, give me a chance."

After all, they are still related by blood, Qi Yan promised to give his nephew one last chance.

Qi Feng happily got up from the ground, and hurriedly ordered his subordinates to bring the things, and then two sturdy men came in carrying a mahogany box.

The box is tightly sealed, only two small holes are drilled at the top for exhaust.

"Uncle, this is the treasure I took back from overseas." Qi Feng rubbed his hands, a little nervous, wondering if uncle would like this gift, if he didn't, he might die today.

Qi Yan was not interested in this treasure, he didn't even glance at it, he looked down at the gun in his hand, and said nonchalantly: "Open it."

Before opening it, there was a soft groaning sound from inside, Qi Yan raised his eyelids, glanced at the box, and squeezed out two warm words from his thin lips: "Alive?"

After the box was opened, a little boy was exposed to everyone's sight. The boy curled up, his face was buried in his knees, and he couldn't see his face clearly. But after the box was opened, the strong pheromone hit everyone present. Including Qi Yan who has been expressionless.

Qi Feng was still a little bit reluctant to give away such a beauty, but for the sake of his own life, he had to reluctantly part with it: "Uncle, this is a very rare beastman, what do you think?"

Qi Yan picked up the rabbit ears hanging on the boy's head with a gun: "Is this a species researched in the laboratory?"

"This... I don't know either." If it's really a hybrid breed developed in the laboratory, wouldn't it be a monster? Qi Feng dared not admit it, for fear that his uncle would dislike it.

Sensing someone poking at his ears, the boy raised his face a little from under his arms and peeked at the man.

Qi Yan's cold and paralyzed face scared and cried many children, but the boy was not frightened, and his round eyes quietly stared at the man.

Qi Feng, who was beside him, saw that the two of them had already met their eyes, and he was secretly happy: "Uncle, his body is very resilient, you can play however you want."

Qi Yan glanced at him coldly: "Have you ever played?"

"No... I haven't had time to play yet." Qi Feng also wanted to play, but he was arrested here as soon as he returned to China, so he didn't have time to play.

After saying that, seeing his uncle's complexion was wrong, Qi Feng hurriedly changed his words: "This is specially dedicated to you."

Qi Yan put the gun away: "I'm not interested in brats."

Although my uncle said he was not interested, the action of retracting the gun at least proved that his life was not in danger. Qi Feng ran to the door with small steps, then turned his head and said, "Uncle, I'm going first."

Qi Yan was about to call back that disappointing nephew, but the little boy lying in the box suddenly cried.

What Qi Yan dislikes the most is when a child cries, and when he cries, his head hurts.

Just when Qi Yan didn't know whether to throw the little boy out or hug him to coax him, that boy Qi Feng risked his life and came back again.

Qi Feng didn't dare to come in, so he lay down by the door and threw the thing in his hand: "Uncle, this is a pacifier, put it on, and he won't cry."

The subordinates next to him caught the thing that Qi Feng threw and handed it to Qi Yan.

The object is a round palace bell, which may contain some kind of medicinal material, and it smells faintly medicinal.

The little boy stopped crying as soon as he smelled the familiar smell, and stood up from the wooden box, and stuck to Qi Yan's body, his small arms wrapped around the man's majestic waist.

Qi Yan frowned, no one has ever been so close to him, if he had shot before, but the soft body in his arms that seemed to have no bones made it impossible for him to strike.

The little boy wiped all the tears, snot, and saliva from crying onto the man's expensive suit.

Qi Yan looked at the wet spot on his shoulder: "..."