Fast time travel cannon fodder: the villain boss is forced to resign

Chapter 87
After breaking up with Xiao Tiandao, the system hurried to find Qi Yuan, and saw Qi Yuan throw the vicious dog a dozen meters away, before the vicious dog got up, Qi Yuan disappeared in a flash.

[Host, are you okay? 】

"Fate is big, I'm not dead." Qi Yuan rubbed his heart, "Hurry up and transmit the plot."

【Okay~】

The original owner was the sick and weak daughter of the Qi family. Her parents died early. Because she had a marriage contract with the male lead, Gu Tingchen, the Qi family did not give up on the original owner. However, the original owner was just hanging on.

On the eve of the engagement, the host's mother disliked that the original host was a sick child, and sent someone to call off the engagement.

After the Qi family saw that the original owner was worthless, they directly kicked out the Qi family.

The vicious dog just now was a means to intimidate the original owner, but the original owner had a heart attack and died directly.

"So weak." Qi Yuan complained.

[The host, the original owner's long-cherished wish: firstly, to find and protect the original owner's lost sister; secondly, to become a text creator. 】

"what?"

Qi Yuan found a direction and walked slowly.

[The original owner was trapped in the Qi family for a short life, and was accompanied by words when she was sick, so she worshiped the creators of words and longed to become one of them. 】

"Very good. But my young master won't."

At her level, she can't write a great book.

[Host, the original host is reading——Ba Zong’s novel, you can just write that. 】

Qi Yuan: "..."

[By the way, the host, the lost sister of the original owner is a villain. 】

Qi Yuan: "..."

[Host don't worry, he's just a little villain who won't be around for long. 】

Qi Yuan: "Hehe."

more worried.

The original owner's own sister, can watch her jump to death?
[Host, please continue to receive world information. 】

The villain Chu Sui, the third youngest of the Chu family, was kidnapped and sent to an isolated island when he was seven years old. There were also a thousand children who were also kidnapped on the isolated island. They were asked to fight each other for the only food resources.In the end, he was the only one left on the entire island.

After being rescued, Chu Sui had a distorted personality. Outside, he was an expensive and wealthy son who liked filming and devoted himself to the entertainment industry.

[World mission: Weaken the power of the villain Chu Sui. 】

Qi Yuan searched for valuables while walking, but he had nothing but clothes, not even a smartphone.

Qi Yuan looked around, bent down, and picked up a plastic bottle along the grass beside the road.

"Miss, here it is."

When Qi Yuan bent down to pick up the bottle, a polite voice came from behind him.

She turned her head reflexively, her hand holding the plastic bottle tightened, her little face was stiff.

After a long time, Qi Yuan straightened up and took the plastic bottle from Chu Sui's hand, "Thank you."

shame.

[Host don't be sad, you are not ashamed, you are not human~]

"bang"

Fly with a punch.

After so many years, can the dog system not learn to speak?
Chu Sui was wearing a thin sweater, his chestnut hair was fluffy, his fair and delicate eyebrows were smiling, and he looked like a harmless and noble cat.

It's a pity that he was followed by a few bodyguards in black, who didn't look harmless.

"Miss short of money?"

"Hmm... is there a Fucai betting shop nearby?"

Go try your luck.

Chu Sui: "..."

gambler?

The bottle gambler?

Even more curious!

The Fucai betting shop is not big, it can accommodate several people, and the space is a bit cramped.

Qi Yuan shaved slowly, gradually revealing his face value.

It was 1000 yuan.

Chu Sui's eyes flicked across Qi Yuan's bright neck, fixed on Qi Yuan's cold eyes, and praised, "Miss is so lucky."

For scratch-offs, luck does account for a large proportion.

It's just that she was too determined.

It seemed that she had expected it.

"You will too." Qi Yuan handed the other one to Chu Sui, "Try it?"

The big tonic this time is too distorted, pretending to be human.

It's a little hard to correct.

Lock it up.

Chu Sui was aroused, took the prize scratching tool, and scratched off the prize. When he saw the denomination, he couldn't help but bend his lips.

"Miss, don't you regret it?"

Qi Yuan took the money from the boss and avoided Chu Sui's question.

"I have something to do, bye."

I don't regret it, but I'm still a little bit reluctant.

She has to leave quickly, or she is afraid that she will snatch it back.

Qi Yuan walked faster.

The boss walked over cautiously, rubbed his hands, feeling a little embarrassed, "Sir, we don't have 100 million in the store for now, can you wait for a few days, we will report to the company above."

"No need."

Chu Sui handed the scratch-off music to the following bodyguards, "Frame it and hang it in the study."

The bodyguard took the scratch pad, took a deep breath enviously, "Yes."

spendthrift!
The boss is also speechless, this is the first time I have seen such a person who "regards money like dirt".

Since that day, Chu Sui hadn’t seen Qi Yuan for a month. He wandered around the street from time to time, picking up plastic bottles. He was so confused that no one would look at him. In just one month, he had more than 300 million followers, eight out of ten days. Chu Sui's most popular searches.

#Eighteen Line Little Artist Real Life#
#淑维Suspected to be abandoned by the benefactor, down and out to pick up rubbish on the side of the road#
#Shen Yan picks up rubbish in the world#
#Eighteen Lines Picking Up Bottles Just for a Set of Pancakes#
A month later, Star Entertainment, the top floor.

"Third son, Mom saw the trending search for you picking up bottles at home, and Mom just wanted to ask you, is it... Really no money to spend?"

The woman on the sofa was graceful and luxurious, with unstoppable worries in her eyes.

After that incident, the youngest son's temper changed drastically. He didn't see anything on the surface, but what he did in private didn't seem like a good thing at all.

Pick up a bottle?
Are you having trouble?

"No." Chu Sui fiddled with the green plants on the table, carelessly and lazy, "I just met an interesting girl who was picking up bottles."

Half a month ago, the global stock market was in turmoil, which was bigger than his turmoil. He invested all his wealth in it.

Friends around him followed suit and invested exactly like him. So far, they have earned several times or even dozens of times.

He hasn't watched that part yet, but he's sure to make a lot of money, and he never trades at a loss.

Mrs. Chu obviously didn't think about this answer, she was a little surprised, "Do you like her?"

Whose little girl is so unlucky?

Her youngest son is not a good person.

Chu Sui frowned, and retorted, "I just met once. Although she is good-looking and has a good temperament, and even gave me 100 million, this does not prevent us from being strangers."

Mrs. Chu opened her mouth, not knowing what to say: "..."

"Call the little girl to come to the house for a meal another day, so that everyone in the family can meet."

She has to see, she has a crush on her perverted little son, what kind of eyes does the little girl have!
Have no expectations for life?

Chu Sui's phoenix eyes dimmed: "I don't know her."

Madam Chu: "..."

The little girl was both unlucky and lucky.

A large flat in Beishi.

Off-white and simple decoration, no complicated and luxurious decorations, only a few green plants, and a few furry dolls.

In the study, Qi Yuan scratched his hair, poked the keyboard slowly with his fingers, and on the computer screen, it was impressively her serial Ba Zong novel.

"Under the pale moonlight, Wen Renhao knelt in front of the tombstone, wiped the dust on the tombstone with his bony hands, and murmured in the deep darkness, "Mother..." Behind a tree trunk not far away, Su Rou'er half leaned He stared at Wen Renhao's back, and said playfully, "This face does resemble him. ""

Qi Yuan stretched his waist and leaned on the chair, "System, can you just write like this?"

(End of this chapter)