Cannon fodder: The villain is forced to resign

Chapter 87 The villain sister is a sister control 1

After the system and Xiao Tiandao broke up, they hurried to find Qi Yuan and saw Qi Yuan throwing the vicious dog away more than ten meters. Before the vicious dog could get up, Qi Yuan disappeared in a flash.

【Host, are you okay?】

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

【Okay~】

The original owner was the sickly daughter of the Qi family. Her parents died young. Because she was engaged to the male protagonist Gu Tingchen, the Qi family did not give up on the original owner. However, this only allowed the original owner to hang on.

On the eve of the engagement ceremony, the hero's mother disliked the original owner as a sick man and sent someone to break 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 of intimidating the original owner. However, the original owner had a heart disease and died immediately.

"So weak." Qi Yuan complained.

[Host, the original owner’s long-cherished wish: firstly, to find the original owner’s lost sister and protect her; secondly, to become a text creator.]

"What?"

Qi Yuan found a direction and walked slowly.

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

"Very good. But I don't know how to do it."

She is not capable of writing a masterpiece at her level.

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

Qi Yuan: "..."

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

Qi Yuan: "..."

[Don’t worry, host, he’s just a little villain who won’t be around for long.]

Qi Yuan: "Haha."

Worried even more.

The original owner's biological sister, could he watch her jump to death?

[Host, please continue to receive world information.]

The villain Chu Sui, the third son 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 forced to fight each other to compete for the only food resources. In the end, he was the only one left on the entire isolated island.

one person.

After being rescued, Chu Sui had a distorted personality. On the outside, he was a dignified and wealthy son who liked filming, and he was obsessed with the entertainment industry. He was a fool and a transparent person. But in reality, he constantly disrupted the world order and caused wars in many regions of the world.

[World Mission: Weaken the power of the villain Chu Sui.]

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

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

"Miss, here you go."

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

She turned her head reflexively, tightened her grip on the plastic bottle, and her face was hard.

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

Shameful.

[Host, don’t be sad, you are not ashamed, you are not a human being~]

"Bang"

Knocked away with one punch.

After so many years, can’t the dog system learn to speak?

Chu Sui was wearing a thin sweater, with fluffy chestnut hair, and a smile on his fair and delicate eyebrows. He looked like a harmless and noble cat.

Unfortunately, he was followed by several bodyguards in black, who looked harmless.

"Miss, are you short of money?"

"Hmm...is there a welfare lottery betting shop nearby?"

Go try your luck.

Chu Sui: "..."

gambler?

A bottle picker?

Even more curious!

The Welfare Lottery betting shop is not big, it can only accommodate a few people, and the space is a bit cramped.

Qi Yuan shaved slowly, gradually revealing his face.

It was a thousand yuan.

Chu Sui glanced at Qi Yuan's smooth neck, fixed on Qi Yuan's cold eyes, and praised, "Miss, you are so lucky."

Luck does play a large part in scratch-off games.

It's just that she is too determined.

It seemed that she had expected it.

"You can do it too." Qi Yuan handed the other card in his hand to Chu Sui, "Try it?"

The nature of the big tonic this time is too twisted, pretending to be human.

It's a bit difficult to correct.

Lock it up.

Chu Sui's interest was aroused, he took the scratching tool, scratched the lottery ticket open, and when he saw the face value, he couldn't help but curl his lips.

"Miss, don't you regret it?"

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

"I have something else to do, bye."

I don’t regret it much, but I still feel a little reluctant to let it go.

She had to leave quickly, otherwise she was afraid of snatching it back.

Qi Yuan walked faster.

The boss walked over carefully, rubbed his hands, and said a little awkwardly, "Sir, we don't have one million in the store at the moment. Can you wait a few days, and we will report it to the company above."

"No need."

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

The bodyguard took the scratch-off ticket and took a deep breath of envy, "Yes."

spendthrift!

The boss was also speechless. It was the first time he saw someone who treated money like dirt.

After that day, Chu Sui didn't see Qi Yuan for a month. He wandered the street from time to time, picking up plastic bottles. He was so confused that no one looked at him. In just one month, he had more than three million fans, eight out of ten days.

The most popular search topic today is Chu Sui.

#Eighteen-line young artist real life#

#chusui was suspected of being abandoned by his financial sponsor, and he went to the roadside to pick up trash#

#神颜在人间picking up rubbish#

#八线picking up bottles just for a set of pancake fruits#

One month later, Xingtu Entertainment, Penthouse.

"Third brother, Mom saw a trending search about you picking up bottles at home. Mom just wanted to ask you if... you really don't have any money to spend?"

The woman on the sofa is elegant and elegant, with uncontrollable worry in her eyebrows.

After that incident, the younger son's temperament changed drastically. On the surface, it wasn't obvious, but what he did in private didn't seem like a good thing.

Pick up a bottle?

Are you encountering difficulties?

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

Half a month ago, the global stock market suddenly experienced turmoil, which was more disruptive than his actions. He invested all his wealth in it.

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

I haven’t read his part yet, but he must have made a lot of money. He never makes a loss-making business.

Mrs. Chu obviously had not thought about this answer. She was a little surprised and asked, "Do you like her?"

Whose little girl is so unlucky?

Her youngest son is not a good person.

Chu Sui frowned and retorted, "We only met once. Although she is good-looking and has a good temperament, and even gave me one million, it does not prevent us from being strangers."

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

"Invite the little girl to come to our house for a meal some other time, so that everyone in the family can meet her."

She had to take a look, what a look in the little girl's eyes if she liked her perverted little son!

Do you have no expectations for life?

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

Mrs. Chu: “…”

That little girl was both unlucky and lucky.

A large flat in Bei City.

The decoration is off-white and simple, with no redundant or luxurious decorations, only a few green plants and a few furry dolls.

In the study room, Qi Yuan scratched her hair and poked her fingers slowly at the keyboard. On the computer screen was her serialized Ba Zong novel.

"Under the pale moonlight, Wen Renhao knelt in front of the tombstone, his knuckled hands brushed the dust on the tombstone, and his murmur floated in the deep darkness, "Mother..." Behind the tree trunk not far away, Su Rouer half-leaned

He stared at Wen Renhao's back and said playfully: "This face does look like him."

Qi Yuan stretched out and leaned on the chair, "System, is it okay to write like this?"

(End of chapter)