Vicious male mate raises cubs online

The matter of selling cubs is easy to say, but it is still a bit difficult to implement.

The most difficult part is that - pricing is difficult.

And it is said that human trafficking is illegal in human society, so he doesn't want to squat.

After finishing the bottle of milk powder prepared for the little boy, Tan Qing smacked her lips and nimbly jumped off the kitchen window sill.

He thought about it, and for the sake of safety, it would be most appropriate to sell the crying and stupid cub to his biological father.

Although after Tan Qing's failure to cross the robbery and was struck by lightning and came here, he had never seen the hero of this book, that is, the father of the cub he gave birth to, Mr. He Mingyu.

Ugh.

If I had known that I would fail the tribulation, I might as well have been struck by lightning earlier.

Then get in early.

Maybe it can be worn until the original owner is rolling around with He Mingyu.

After all, the physique and ability of a man who can hit it once must be damn sweet.

The more Tan Qing thought about it, the more depressed she became. With a sad face, she shook the baby bottle that she had just emptied, and re-boiled hot water, preparing to make another cup for the little boy.

The hot water boiled away in the pot, and Tan Qing's cell phone rang.

Tan Qing turned off the power with one hand, took the phone out of his pocket with the other, and looked at the caller ID.

his agent.

Zhao Cong.

This is quite strange, after all, ever since Tan Qing's seduction of He Mingyu was exposed and kicked out of the company, this manager never treated him well.

Especially after knowing that he changed his career to set up a street stall in the night market, the look in his eyes is even more indescribable.

Tan Qing mixed the hot water into the milk powder, and picked up the phone by the way: "Hey, brother Zhao, good evening, have you eaten yet?"

Zhao Cong frowned on the other end of the phone: "I didn't say you were talking about Qing, you just went to set up a stall for a few days, what kind of words are you talking about?"

Tan Qing felt that he was quite innocent, but he specially bought this set of words and learned them: "What's wrong with these words?"

Zhao Cong said: "You are an idol! Do you still remember the concept of idols that you were told during the training?"

Seeing that Tan Qing didn't answer, Zhao Cong continued, "I don't remember? Then I'll repeat it to you again. An idol is a little fairy boy who is not close to the world, far away from the clouds, drinks dew and fine wine, and doesn't go to the bathroom! Now that I think about it Yet?!"

Tan Qing: "..."

Yo heh.

Except that he still needs a toilet, everything else is exactly the same as his previous life.

Tan Qing really felt that dew and wine were not as tasty as spicy crayfish.

So he was very tangled and said to Zhao Cong: "Brother Zhao, are you calling this time to ask me to go back to be a fairy boy?"

Zhao Cong sneered: "Tan Qing, you haven't woken up from the dream yet? Little fairy boy, have you forgotten the thing about climbing He Dong's bed?"

Row.

Tan Qing felt that this phone call might not be finished for a while.

He felt tired from standing, so he sat down on the kitchen counter.

Then slowly shook off the nine fluffy white tails, and smoothed them one by one in a bored way: "Brother Zhao, I didn't say that... It's been almost a year since I climbed on his bed..."

Even cubs were born.

"But who told you that this matter only broke out two months ago!?"

There was an indescribable contempt hidden in Zhao Cong's tone, "Tan Qing, Brother Zhao told you that if you do something, you have to admit it, not to mention that it is He Mingyu, the person in charge of the entire He family, can we afford to offend him? "

Tan Qing curled the three middle tails into a SB shape, and said poorly: "Of course I admit it, it's not all worth it, I'm almost selling myself."

Zhao Cong was waiting for Tan Qing's last words.

He took Tan Qing with him for more than four years, from being a child to an adult, from his debut to now, he has released films and acted in plays.

Then I found out that this person was really too muddy to support the wall.

However, Tan Qing has a too good-looking face, bright red lips and charming eyes, no matter where she stands, she is the unique focus.

As long as they stand together, they can definitely compare the other artists in his hand to being extremely dark.

The entertainment industry has limited resources.

For various dark and greedy reasons, Zhao Cong never took the initiative to give Tan Qing any high-quality resources.

The strange thing is that he never waited until Tan Qing came to beg him.

It wasn't until the story of Tan Qing climbing the bed was exposed.

All kinds of heavy and trivial liquidated damages were all on Tan Qing.

The look in Zhao Cong's eyes darkened a little, and he said, "The company recently took inventory at the end of the year, and found that there was another liquidated damages for advertising endorsements that you didn't pay in full. The amount is not too big, 60."

Tan Qing was pitiful: "Brother Zhao, I earn 100 yuan a night by setting up a night market."

Zhao Cong: "..."

Zhao Cong really couldn't understand why Tan Qing insisted on setting up a street stall, he took a deep breath, and tried to put on a concerned expression: "Well, come to the company first tomorrow, and have a meal with the advertisers. If it is really difficult, the company will help you find a way, what do you think?"

What else can I do.

Tan Qing yawned lazily, hung up the phone casually, and strolled out of the kitchen with a small feeding bottle.

The little boy on the wooden bed had already learned to sit up by himself, and looked at Tan Qing while nibbling his hands: "Rake... rake... drink... rake..."

Tan Qing stuffed the baby bottle into the cub's hand: "Do it yourself, you will have enough food and clothing."

The weak, pitiful and helpless child naturally couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence, so he could only continue to look at Tan Qing, blinking his innocent and beautiful eyes.

It's a pity that Tan Qing, who has equally beautiful eyes, was unmoved.

The cub pursed his lips, feeling like crying, but then remembered that he still had a feeding bottle in his hand.

After a short hesitation, he still hugged the bottle with his small hands, and started to drink gurglingly.

After all, he was still young, and fell asleep while drinking.

Tan Qing reached out and took the bottle out of the child's hand, and put it on the table.

Then, as if remembering something, he stood up slyly, pulled off the quilt, and glanced at the boy's white buttocks.

really.

Bare, without a tail.

Tan Qing covered the child with the quilt, lay on the big bed beside her with her legs crossed on her back, thinking very angrily:

— Damn.

——It’s been more than a month and there is still no tail. That cheap father’s genes are really bad.

Sure enough, it's best to sell it back.

In order to get rid of the small burden as soon as possible, Tan Qing got up early the next morning and went to her former lair...

No, it's the old club.

The old company's company is called Shengjing Entertainment.

Two years ago, as soon as the old chairman stepped down and stepped down, the head of the company was replaced by the old chairman's young and romantic son, Rong Sheng.

According to gossip, Rong Sheng and He Mingyu are very close friends.Even Shengjing Entertainment had capital injection from the He family when it was established.

It's bloody capitalism.

Tan Qing was standing at the entrance of the front desk with a backpack on her shoulders, and she teased the lovely receptionist of the company with crooked eyebrows: "You two sisters, you have become beautiful again!"

The incident with He Mingyu that broke out earlier made Tan Qing's reputation fall to the bottom, and the tone of the two front desks was not enthusiastic: "Are you looking for Zhao Cong? He is in the office."

Tan Qing didn't have the slightest sense of being coldly received, she shook her head and said, "I'm looking for the general manager, is he here?"

The sister at the front desk looked at each other: "If you don't have an appointment, it's not convenient for us to disclose the situation of Mr. Rong."

Tan Qing said very understandingly: "Oh, yes. Then can you call him for me? I want to make an appointment now."

The receptionist thought for a while, then picked up the receiver and shook his head to Tan Qing: "Sorry, Mr. Rong said he doesn't have time."

Tan Qing curled her lips, and said disappointedly: "Okay...then please tell him for me that He Mingyu's son is in my hands. If no one wants it, I will sell it to traffickers!"

front desk:"???"

The two receptionists were so frightened that their hands trembled, they hurriedly picked up the receiver again, and made another call.

After hanging up the phone, he said to Tan Qing very gently: "Boss Rong, please go up now."

Tan Qing put her bag back on her back and was about to turn around and walk towards the elevator when she suddenly heard a young lady at the front desk asking him in a low voice.

"...Excuse me, does He Mingyu really have a son?"

Tan Qing paused, then grinned: "Of course, I lied to Rong Sheng."

front desk:"……"

Tan Qing said again: "But I saw the first call you didn't dial at all."

front desk:"……"

Tan Qing: "Pinocchio in the fairy tale book said that it is always a lie that the nose will grow longer."

Before the sister at the front desk turned pale with anger, Tan Qing finally got on the sightseeing elevator.

The special assistant was already waiting at the elevator entrance, and took Tan Qing directly into the general manager's office.

As soon as the door opened, Tan Qing saw Rong Sheng pressing a beautiful woman on the desk, as if he was about to perform a kiss live.

Rong Sheng didn't look unhappy when his good deed was interrupted.

He pulled the beauty to stand up, coaxed the beauty a few more times, made the beauty blushed and smiled, and walked out stepping on high heels.

Before leaving, he deliberately stopped by Tan Qing's side for a few seconds, then twisted his waist, and walked away in a slim way.

Tan Qing: "..."

Rong Sheng stretched his waist, leaned back on the spacious boss chair, and raised his chin towards Tan Qing: "Know you?"

Tan Qing nodded: "I know each other, He Mingyu's son likes to watch her children's programs."

Rong Sheng: "..."

Rong Sheng had never been choked like this before when he grew up, so he drank his saliva and said: "Tan Qing, are you coaxing me to play? I grew up with He Mingyu, so I don't know if he has a son?"

Tan Qing thought for a while: "Can I call He Mingyu?"

Rong Sheng: "You hit."

Tan Qing said sincerely: "But I don't know his number. It's not a public number, but a private one. Can you call one for me?"

Rong Sheng: "..."

He took out his mobile phone, dialed a number, and then waved to Tan Qing: "It's done."

He Mingyu's voice on the phone was low and cold: "Rong Sheng?"

Tan Qing held up the phone in one hand, and made a bitch gesture to Rong Sheng with the other: "Hey, hello... He Mingyu? I'm Tan Qing."

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu was silent for a while, even his voice was filled with a chill: "Tan Qing, what do you want to do?"

Tan Qing didn't seem to be afraid of the coldness in He Mingyu's voice at all.

He rolled his eyes cunningly, and said with a smile: "Actually, it's nothing. Well, I just want to ask you to borrow some money, not much! One million is fine!"

The author has something to say: Small Theater, Rong Sheng: I remember that the default payment is only 60.

Tan Qing: Oh, and the child's upbringing fee is 40 yuan, and I even gave him a discount.

He Mingyu: ...Baby, I love you, but can you let go of the hand that is lifting the nape of the child's neck first.

Cub: TVT