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

The little boy had a slender and thin body, and was wearing a large white and blue shirt. The neckline was too big, and it always slipped off, revealing half of his shoulders. His lower body was naked, and his bare legs dangled in front of the man.

Qi Yan put on his own shirt just to let the little kid get used to his smell, but the kid's skeleton is too small, and the neckline always reveals a large piece of white jade-colored skin, so it looks nondescript Yes, but there is an indescribable sense of temptation.

At the beginning, the little boy often trembled and feared because of the lack of pacifiers, but he has adapted in the past two days. Even without the smell of pacifiers, he will actively stick to the man's body and smell the man's pheromones.

After getting used to the man's pheromone, the little boy became more clingy than before. Every time he saw a man going out, he would cry a lot. No matter how the old housekeeper coaxed him, it was useless: "Little ancestor, Master Qi wants There are a lot of busy things, it is impossible to accompany you every day, you have to be more sensible."

It has been three or four days since I came here, but the little boy has never responded to the old housekeeper's words, as if he couldn't hear anyone talking next to him.

The maids at home didn't find anything unusual, they just felt that the little boy was just too clingy, and he only recognized Master Qi and didn't like to talk to others.

In the private room of an underground casino in the central district of the city, a group of well-dressed people were discussing business, including Qi Yan.

Qi Yan sat in the middle of the circular sofa, holding a glass of whiskey with ice in his hand, and didn't even take a sip.

The atmosphere in the private room was very oppressive, no one dared to breathe heavily, and even spoke in a low voice. At this time, the door of the private room was opened, and a timid figure slipped in, walked up to Qi Yan, bowed his waist and reported the situation: " Lord Qi, there are two pony boys in the casino in Dongcheng who opened a gambling table privately and brought some customers there."

Qi Yan took a sip of the glass of wine whose ice cubes were mostly melted, and then forcefully put the glass on the glass table: "Don't tell me this kind of trivial matter, let the steward in charge of the Dongcheng area handle it by himself."

"Yes." The person who reported the situation went out, and the private room became quiet again.

Those people didn't dare to speak, so they waited for Qi Yan to speak first.

Qi Yan took out a pair of white gloves, and put them on in front of everyone without any haste, his movements were noble and elegant, and he looked very gentlemanly, but this made everyone present alarm bells ring.

Every time before Qi Yan was about to take out his gun, he would put on gloves first, just not wanting to get his hands dirty with blood, everyone knows this.

The people with ghosts in their hearts have already knelt down and begged for mercy. There were a total of eight people in the private room, and almost half of them knelt down. I will do my best to serve you even more in the future.”

Qi Yan took out the pistol pinned to his back waist, he didn't rush to shoot, and played with it first: "Stop pretending, you guys are checking my account behind my back, did you find anything?"

Qi Yan is neither black nor white, and of course his hands are not very clean. This group of Interpol pretended to be his subordinates to work for him, and then secretly checked his background, trying to find evidence of his violations, so as to He was sent in, but just after checking a little bit, he was discovered.

Seeing that their identities had been found out, they stopped pretending, but they had no weapons in their hands, because they were confiscated before entering the private room, and all metal objects were confiscated, so they could only do it directly.

Seeing that they were going to fight with bare hands, Qi Yan was also willing to play with them, put away his guns, and fight with them.

Originally Qi Yan had the upper hand, and it would be easy to beat them, but the cell phone in his pocket rang, and this cell phone was only used to answer calls at home.

Qi Yan knew that it was the housekeeper who called, probably because the little kid was crying again.

The sound of the mobile phone distracted Qi Yan's attention, which allowed the enemy to find an opening, took the opportunity to snatch the gun on his back waist, and shot him in the arm, and escaped in the chaos.

Qi Yan clutched his shot arm, sat down slowly on the sofa, took out his mobile phone, and answered it with his shoulder and head between his shoulders: "What's the matter?"

"Master Qi, that little baby ran out to look for you." The old butler found that the child was missing, and now he was very anxious.

Qi Yan's heart skipped a beat, he was a little anxious, but he tried to keep his tone steady: "I'll go back right away."

On the way back, Qi Yan treated his wound briefly, he didn't even have time to order his men to go down and catch those international policemen, he was full of thoughts about where the child wandered.

After arriving at the door of the house, Qi Yan heard the voice of that boy Qi Feng, went in and saw that it was really that boy.

Seeing him coming back, the old housekeeper immediately greeted him and said, "Master Qi, that little boy was found by your little nephew."

Qi Feng shouted with a shy smile, "Uncle."

Qi Yan looked at him suspiciously and asked, "You found him?"

Qi Feng scratched his head: "I was passing by here, happened to meet him, and brought him back."

"What are you doing around here?" Qi Yan's arm was still injured, his body was a little weak, he couldn't stand for too long, so he went to sit on the sofa first.

Qi Feng said hesitantly: "Actually, I came to discuss things with you."

Qi Feng actually came to see if the child was doing well, and to see if his uncle had treated the child badly, but he dared not say so.

Qi Yan rubbed his temples, and asked expressionlessly: "What are you discussing?"

"Um... this... I want to ask you, what do you think of the situation in Syria." Qi Feng really couldn't find any excuses, so he made one up.

Qi Yan raised his eyelids and stared at him: "Are you going to help?"