Vicious Male Match Raising Cubs Online

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

The most difficult part is-pricing is difficult.

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

After drinking a bottle of milk powder for the little boy, Tan Qing slapped his lips and dexterously jumped off the kitchen window sill.

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

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

Ugh.

Knowing that it would fail to cross the catastrophe, it would be better to be struck by lightning early than to cross.

Then wear it in early.

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

After all, a man who can be hit at once must be **** sweet in physique and ability.

The more Tan Qing thought about it, the more depressed she became, and her face shook sadly from the bottle she had just emptied, and then reheated the hot water, ready to make another cup for the little boy.

Hot water rolled away in the pot, and Tan Qing's phone rang.

Tan Qing pressed the power supply with one hand, and took the phone out of his pocket with the other hand, and looked at the power display.

His agent.

Zhao Cong.

This is quite strange, after all, since Tan Qing's seduction of He Mingyu was exposed and kicked out of the company, the agent hadn't had a good face to him.

Especially when he later learned that he had switched to a night market to set up a street stall, the look in his eyes was even more difficult to describe.

Tan Qing poured 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: "It's not that I said you talked about Qing Qing, you just went to set up a stall for a few days, what do you mean by your mouth?"

Tan Qing feels that he is quite innocent, but he bought this set of words that he used to learn from his native family: "What's wrong with this?"

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

Probably because Tanqing didn’t answer, Zhao Cong continued, “Don’t remember? Then I’ll repeat it to you. Idol is a little fairy who is not close to the world, drinking dew and drinking jelly from the clouds and not going to the bathroom! Thinking about it now Yet?!"

Tan Qing: "..."

Oh.

Except that he still needs a toilet before he hasn't, everything else is exactly the same as his previous life.

Tan Qing really felt that the dew and jelly were not as delicious as spicy crayfish.

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

Zhao Cong sneered: "Tan Qing, you haven't woken up from your dream? The fart little fairy boy, did you forget 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 on the kitchen counter.

Then slowly shook off the nine fluffy white tails, boring one by one to smooth himself: "Brother Zhao, it wasn't me who said... It's been almost a year since I crawled into his bed..."

Even the baby was born.

"But who told this incident only broke out two months ago!?"

There is an indescribable contempt in Zhao Cong's tone, "Tan Qing, Brother Zhao tells you that if you have done it, you have to admit it, let alone He Mingyu, the head of the entire He family, can we afford it? "

Tan Qing rolled the three middle tails into the shape of a SB, and said poorly: "Of course I admit it, it's a bankruptcy that won't pay for it, so I'll sell myself."

Zhao Cong waited for Tan Qing's last sentence.

He brought Tan Qing with him for more than four years. He never reached adulthood. From his debut to the present, he has made movies and acted in plays.

Then I found out that this person really couldn't support the wall with mud.

Fortunately, Tanqing has a too good-looking face, red lips and glamorous eyes, no matter where he stands, it is a unique focus.

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

The resources of the entertainment circle are inherently limited.

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

What is strange is that he has not been able to wait for Tan Qing to beg him.

It wasn't until the incident that Tanqing climbed the bed came to light.

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

Zhao Cong's eyes darkened a bit, and he said: "The company recently took inventory at the end of the year and found that there was still an advertising endorsement penalty that you did not pay at that time. The amount is not large, 600,000."

Tan Qing is pitiful: "Brother Zhao, I make a hundred yuan a night at the night market."

Zhao Cong: "..."

Zhao Cong really couldn't understand why Tan Qing had to set up a street stall. He took a deep breath and tried to make an expression of concern: "In this way, you will come to the company tomorrow and pay the advertisers for a meal. If it is really difficult, the company will help you figure out a solution. What do you think?"

What can be done.

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

The little boy on the wooden bed has learned to sit up by himself, gnawing his hands while looking at Tan Qing: "Rake...rak...drink...rak..."

Tan Qing stuffed the baby bottle into the cub's hand: "Do it yourself, get plenty of food and clothing."

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

It's a pity that Tan Qing, who has the same beautiful eyes, is unmoved.

The **** pursed his mouth, a little bit to cry, and then remembered that he still had a baby bottle in his hand.

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

He was still young, and fell asleep after drinking.

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

Then, as if thinking of something, the thief stood up slippery, peeled off the quilt, and glanced at the white and tender **** of the little boy.

really.

Bare, without a tail.

Tan Qing put the quilt back on the child, and lay on the big bed on the side with Erlang's legs upturned, thinking very angrily:

-Ah.

-It has been more than a month without a 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, early the next morning, Tan Qing got up and went to her former lair...

No, it's the old club.

The old club’s company is called Shengjing Entertainment.

Two years ago, the old chairman had just retired, and the head of the company was replaced by the old chairman's young son Rong Sheng.

According to the gossip, Rong Sheng and He Mingyu are closely related. Even Shengjing Entertainment had capital injection from Hejia when it was founded.

Really evil capitalism.

Tan Qing was standing at the entrance of the reception desk with a backpack on his back, eyebrows curled up at the company's lovely reception desk: "Two sisters, you are beautiful again!"

The incident with He Mingyu that broke out before made Tanqing’s rumors fall to the bottom, and the two front desks’ voices weren’t enthusiastic: "Are you looking for Zhao Cong? He's in the office."

Tan Qing didn't feel the cold reception at all, shook her head and said: "I'm looking for the general manager, is he here?"

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

Tan Qing understood very well: "Oh, yes. Can you call him for me? I want to make an appointment now."

The front desk thought for a while, 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 help me tell him that He Mingyu's son is in my hands. If no one wants it, I will sell it to a trafficker!"

front desk:"???"

The two receptionists trembled with fright, quickly picked up the receiver again and dialed out again.

After hanging up the phone, he said to Tanqing very gently: "President Rong, please go up now."

Tan Qing put her bag back on her back, and was about to turn around and walk in the direction of the elevator. Suddenly, she heard a young lady at the front desk behind her asking him in a very small voice.

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

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

front desk:"…"

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

front desk:"…"

Tan Qing: "Pinocchio in the fairy tale book said that he always lied to people and his nose would get longer."

Before her sister at the front desk changed her face 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 his desk, as if he was about to perform a kiss on the spot.

Being interrupted by a good thing, Rong Sheng didn't seem unhappy either.

He pulled the beautiful woman to her feet, followed by a few words with his ears, and made the beautiful woman blush with a smile, and stepped out on high heels.

Before leaving, he deliberately stopped by Tan Qing for a few seconds, then twisted his waist and walked slenderly.

Tan Qing: "..."

Rong Sheng stretched his waist, leaned back in the spacious boss chair, and raised his chin in Chao Tanqing: "Acknowledge?"

Tan Qing nodded: "I know, He Mingyu's son likes watching her children's programs."

Rong Sheng: "..."

Rong Sheng hadn't been choked like this before he grew up. He drank his saliva and said, "Tan Qing, are you coaxing me to play? I grew up with He Mingyu. I wonder if he has a son?"

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

Rong Sheng: "You fight."

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

Rong Sheng: "..."

He took out his cell phone, dialed a number, and then beckoned to Tan Qing: "That's it."

The voice of He Mingyu on the phone was low and cold: "Rong Sheng?"

Tan Qing held the phone in one hand, and said, "Hey, hey... He Mingyu? I'm Tan Qing."

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu was silent for a long time, and even a deep chill filled his voice: "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 slowly, and said with a grin: "In fact, it's nothing, that, I just want to ask you to borrow some money, not much! One million will do!"

The author has something to say: Little Theater, Rong Sheng: I remember that the default payment is only 600,000 yuan.

Tan Qing: Oh, and the cost of raising the cub was 400,000 yuan, and I gave him a discount.

He Mingyu: …Baby, I love you, but can you let go of the hand holding the nape of the child first.

Ass: TVT