Owl Pet

This is a three-hundred-round battle of wits and courage between an old gangster and a little fox. He is the father of her father-killing enemy She is the victim's daughter He fell in love with her more than once, but fate decided to tie them tightly together. Father disappeared and left home Her life fell from the clouds to the bottom overnight, and she was owed a huge debt to an old gangster. The old gangster showed his cruelty, cruelty, shamelessness and shamelessness to the fullest The little fox was not a vegetarian either. He would try his best to make the old gangster angry and die again, live and die again, and the life and death would be endless. Clip 1 "The monthly salary is one thousand yuan, and seven hundred yuan will be deducted to pay off the debt. After five hundred years, all our debts will be cleared. So you have to 'serve' here for the rest of your life." "Hmph! It won't take that long, I will definitely collect the money as soon as possible, and then throw it all on your face." "..." "Sir, there are fewer and fewer dogs in our family." "?" "Three Tibetan mastiffs, five VIPs, seven Shar-pees and 12 black-backs have gone missing this month." "Find out" "It was Zhan Yan who stole it and sold it in the dog market." "..." Clip 2 "Editor-in-Chief Chen, if you get something, it's a non-discount price of three million." "Fuck? Why don't you rob a bank? You won't get a penny over thirty thousand, and it won't be easy for us. If you publish it, you'll risk being blocked." "You've made a lot of money out of three million, don't want me to sell it to others." The next day, the weekly "Smelly Mouth" sold 20 million copies, and demand exceeded supply. The stunningly beautiful cover character is a nude photo of Lan Dianjue, president of the Lan Group... Fragment 3 "I heard that you used me as the jackpot to start the show?" "Hehe... Tell me... Listen to what the disciples say... How can you take it seriously..." "That's right. How could you possibly sell me out just by yourself?" "That's that, that's right, you are my boss, my food, clothing, and parents... Boss, please drink Biluochun to moisten your throat." The old gangster raised his head and fell down in less than half a second. The little fox's eyes glowed golden and he immediately stepped forward to show off his skills, and saw clothes flying all over the sky. "Darling! Mrs. Li, it's Allah. What do you think of the presidential suite No. 201 Of the Regent Hotel?... Okay, okay! That... Price... Oh——! No problem, OK..." The poor old gangster was rolled up into the big quilt by the little fox and carried all the way to the bed of a hungry girl...