The Pheromone of the Drooping-Eared Rabbit (ABO)

Chapter 7: I'm used to the smell of men, and it's more clingy.

The little boy's slender body was covered with a wide white and blue shirt. The neckline was too large, causing it to always slip, revealing half of his shoulders. He didn't wear anything on his lower body, and his bare calves swayed in front of the man.

Qi Yan put his own shirt on the little boy in order to adapt to his own smell, but the child's skeleton was too small, and the neckline always showed a large area of white jade skin. In this way, he looked nondescript, but there was an indescribable sense of temptation.

At the beginning, the little boy would often tremble and fear because of the lack of appeasement, but in the past two days, he has adapted. Even if there is no smell of appeasement, he will take the initiative to stick to the man's body and smell the man's pheromones.

After getting used to the man's pheromones, the little boy became more clingy than before. Every time he saw the man go out, he cried loudly. It was useless for the old housekeeper to coax him: "Little ancestor, there are many things that Master Qi has to do. It is impossible to accompany you every day. You have to be sensible."

mtl'rs note: the addressed went up quickly lol, little ancestor.

It has been three or four days since he 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 maid at home didn't find anything unusual. She only felt that the little boy was too clingy, and only recognized Mr. Qi and didn't like to talk to others.

In the private room of an underground casino in the middle of the city, a group of people dressed formally are talking about 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 he didn't taste it.

The atmosphere in the private room was very depressing. No one dared to gasp and even spoke in a low voice. At this time, the door of the private room was opened. A cring figure slipped in. He walked to Qi Yan and bowed his waist to report the situation: "Master Qi, there are two little horses in the casino in Dongcheng who opened a gambling table in private and put some guests. It's all over there."

Qi Yan took a sip of the glass of wine that had melted most of the ice, and then buttoned the glass on the glass table: "Don't tell me about this kind of small thing. Let the manager in charge of the Dongcheng handle it by himself."

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

Those people didn't dare to speak, just waiting for Qi Yan to speak first.

Qi Yan took out a pair of white gloves and put them on slowly in front of everyone. His movements were noble and elegant, and he looked very gentlemanly, but this made everyone present alarm bells.

Every time Qi Yan is ready to take out the gun, he will put on gloves first, but he doesn't want to be stained by blood, as we all know.

The ghosts in their hearts have knelt down and begged for mercy first. There were a total of eight people in the private room, almost half of whom knelt down. They lay on the ground and kowtowed and admitted their mistakes, begging for mercy one after another: "Master Qi, please let us go this time. We will do our best to work for you in the future."

Qi Yan took out the pistol pinned to his back. He was not in a hurry to shoot. He played with it first: "Don't pretend anymore. You are checking my account behind my back. Have you found anything?"

Qi Yan is not black or white. Of course, there is not much clean in his hand. This group of Interpol pretends to be his men to work for him, and then quietly investigates his bottom. They want to find evidence of his violation of the law so that he can be sent in, but as soon as they found a little, they were found.

Seeing that their identities had been identified, they did not pretend, but they had no weapons in their hands, because they were taken away before entering the private room, and all the metal items were confiscated, so they had to do it directly.

Seeing that they were ready to fight with their bare hands, Qi Yan was also willing to play with them like this, put away the gun and fight with them.

Originally, Qi Yan had the upper hand. It was not a problem to win over them, but the mobile phone in his pocket rang, and this mobile phone only answered the phone at home.

Qi Yan knew that it was the housekeeper who called. It was probably the little boy who cried again.

The sound of the mobile phone distracted Qi Yan's attention, which made the enemy find a flaw. He took the opportunity to grab the gun from his back and shot him in the arm, and escaped in trouble.

Qi Yan covered his shot arm, slowly sat down on the sofa, then took out his mobile phone, and clamped his shoulder and head to answer: "What's the matter?"

"Master Qi, the little doll ran out to find you." The old housekeeper found that the child was missing, and now he is very anxious.

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

On the way back, Qi Yan simply treated his wound. He didn't have time to tell his hands to catch the international police, thinking about where the child was going.

After arriving at the door, Qi Yan heard the voice of the boy Qi Feng. When he went in, he was really the boy.

When the old housekeeper saw that he came back, he immediately greeted him and said, "Master Qi, that little baby was found by your little nephew."

Qi Feng shouted with a smile on his face, "Uncle."

Qi Yan looked at him doubtfully and asked, "Did you find the person?"

Qi Feng scratched his head: "I passed by near here. I happened to meet him and brought him back."

"What are you doing around here?" Qi Yan's arm was still injured and his body was a little weak. He couldn't stand for long. He went to the sofa and sat down first.

Qi Feng said stammer, "Actually, I'm here to discuss something with you."

Qi Feng actually came to see how the child was doing and see if his uncle had treated the child badly, but he didn't dare to say that.

Qi Yan rubbed his temples and asked with a blank face, "What are you talking about?"

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

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