MTL - The Five-year-old Milk of the Xuanmen Group’s Favorite Boss-Chapter 8 Strong desire to survive

  Chapter 8 Strong Desire to Survive

   Rong Yinghui froze and turned his head.

Less than a meter behind   , a tall advertising board made of steel bars fell from a nearby tall building and shattered.

   hit exactly where he was standing.

   That strength even knocked down the bus stop sign next to it.

   He swallowed unconsciously.

   "Boy?! Oops, are you alright? Didn't you hit it?"

   "How could this deadly thing suddenly fall down? It's too dangerous, isn't it?"

   The sound was too loud, and the surrounding merchants ran out one after another. Seeing that Rong Yinghui was less than one meter away from the billboard, they all gasped.

  The already frightened Rong Yinghui was greeted by the enthusiastic merchants to the small shops around him, and after drinking a couple of hot water from the shopkeepers, he slowly recovered.

   I was startled to feel a cold sweat.

   recalled what Tang Jin told him in the hospital.

  If he hadn't walked the avenue, hadn't helped people, and the tempered film wouldn't have shattered, he wouldn't have thought about sticking the film, but would have stood there and been smashed by the sign.

   Where did the little boy say she lives? !

"what happened?"

   The man in the black suit outside the door was a little panicked. He obviously saw the billboard outside and heard the discussions of the vendors around him.

I saw Rong Yinghui huddled in someone else's fast food restaurant, holding a disposable paper cup in one hand and holding a mobile phone tightly in the other. In fact, he was a young man in his twenties who had just returned from studying outside. Even if he was usually calm, at this moment also panic.

Hearing the voice, Rong Yinghui raised his head, his little heart was beating thumping, and his little curly hair seemed to hang down because of the owner's unlucky urge. big boy.

  The driver hurried over.

   "Little Master, Mr. is here to pick you up."

   A black luxury car was parked not far from where the billboard fell.

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  The driver goes to deal with the next thing.

The    billboard was not fixed firmly, and almost hit the young master of their Rong family for no reason. Someone has to explain this.

  Rong Yinghui was so frightened at the moment that he got into the car, lowered his head, and called someone carefully.

   "Uncle."

   The rear seat is by the window.

   A small table is placed on the back of the chair and a computer is placed on it. The computer is filled with various complex curve data.

"scared?"

   The voice that followed, if others heard it, they would probably cast curious eyes.

   Just because this voice is calm, but extraordinarily immature.

   Looking carefully, the man sitting on the seat has delicate and beautiful eyebrows, long eyelashes, a black simple Tang suit, a slender body, a slightly pale and sickly face, and a few circles of dark brown beads wrapped around his wrist, which makes his skin even whiter.

   The 20-something-year-old boy called him Uncle, but he was actually a young boy with red lips and white teeth at the age of eight or nine.

  The big boy in his twenties also sincerely regarded him as an elder, and he was very dependent on him when he spoke, and even choked up a little in the end.

   He has only been home from college for a month, and all the things that happened are really unfortunate, and he is also quite aggrieved when he talks, wondering if he is at odds with God.

   also talked about the little girl he met in the hospital. Because of his fright, his words were topsy-turvy, but Rong Qing still extracted key information from it.

   "You mean, without that little girl, you might be smashed under the billboard?"

   Rong Yinghui nodded frantically.

  Rong Qing turned his head to the side with some doubts. Unlike others, he knew a lot of things about the feng shui metaphysician circle of the gods, but he had never heard of such a small feng shui metaphysician.

   It's just Rong Yinghui's narration of his unfortunate experience. There are frequent disasters within a month, which is definitely not normal.

   "Uncle, can you go into Canglang Ancient Courtyard Community? Take me there, please ask QAQ"

  Look for that little Pokémon with a poignant face to save the unlucky child.

  ***

   The little darling with a good face is currently 'crossing the robbery'.

  Tang Chuang originally wanted to inform his family that he would not be able to go back for the past two days, so he found out from Zhang Yi that all the children of the Tang family came to the hospital.

   At this moment, the tall man is squinting dangerously, pinching the little baby's cheek with one hand, turning it into a little goldfish.

   "In the middle of the night, open the door and run out by yourself?"

  Tang Jin blinked his big cat eyes, and the little milky voice was not clear because of the pinched cheeks.

   "Dad, I'm very reliable, don't worry!"

   The old man hadn't finished examining his body, Tang Micheng shrank in the corner, trying to disguise himself as a mushroom, and when he heard this, he wanted to express his approval.

   is really reliable and super brave.

   "Children should sleep obediently..."

   Tang Chuang's malicious voice was intended to instill a sense of urgency in her.

   For such a big little thing, he still knows how to open the door and run out at night. No matter how cautious he is, there will inevitably be some omissions. If something goes wrong, no one in the Tang family can afford it.

   Before he could finish speaking, the fluffy little cutie hugged his neck and leaned in to rub against him.

"dad."

   She is super brave when she is in trouble, and she is a petite bag when it comes to the aftermath.

   After this cry, who can still be angry?

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   When the old man came up, he saw his fat grandson huddled on the corner sofa, rarely sitting upright and well-behaved.

On the hospital bed, Tang Chuang was holding his little girl. The man's face was still the indifferent and terrifying marshal of the mall, but his eyes were extremely soft. The little milk had already been coaxed to sleep by him, and the little face was puffy and tender. The lips are open and closed, so cute.

  The old man picked up Tang Chuang's inspection report and looked over it carefully, and he couldn't help but feel a little scared.

   "Dad, I have to talk to you about Jinjin and why I suddenly came to check."

  ***

   Another corner of the city.

   A sixteen- or seventeen-year-old boy was talking on the phone with a twisted face.

"I gave you a price of 1.7 million, but what's the result? Rong Yinghui came back safely, unscathed, and kept asking me to wait, it's been a month! You can't do anything with money, you are the number one feng shui. The name of the teacher, but there is a question mark."

   "Employer, don't worry."

   A hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone.

"I've already figured it out. Today, he was lucky to get out of trouble because he met a distinguished person on the road. He is lucky. You must know that this kind of person who likes to do good deeds has many variables in his fate. He has to take it step by step and wait for his good fate. If he is gone, even the Heavenly King Lao Tzu will not be able to save him at that time, and he will also be implicated by the nobles who help him."

   That feng shui master didn't know that Xiao Nian was very powerful, and he still swore here.

  The teenager got a guarantee before he was satisfied to cut off the phone.

   The night was dark, the surroundings were quiet, the shadows of trees and vines swayed, it was obviously a hot summer, but being in the darkness made one’s back inexplicably chill.

  As soon as the young man finished talking about this ghostly thing, he was guilty and hurtful, and of course he was also afraid of these things.

   He deletes the call log and walks away.

   did not find that there was a deeper shadow in the shadow, gradually solidifying.

   has been hiding in the dark - fixedly watching him.

  ***

   Early morning in summer, early dawn.

  Rong Qing was different from ordinary children since he was a child. He was calm and intelligent, and his daily routine was extremely self-disciplined.

   He washed up and planned to do a simple morning exercise before going to wake up his eldest nephew.

   It was just that the door was just opened, and Rong Yinghui, who was already squatting at the door, raised his head suddenly, the dog's eyes were pitiful.

   "Uncle, shall we leave now?"

   Strong desire to survive.

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