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

[Host, are you alright?] 】

"It's a big life, it's not dead." Qi Yuan rubbed his heart, "Hurry up and transmit the plot." ”

【Okay~】

The original owner is the sick daughter of the Qi family, and her parents died early, because she has a marriage contract with the male protagonist Gu Tingchen, so the Qi family did not give up the original owner, but it only made the original owner hang up.

On the eve of the engagement, the male protagonist's mother disliked that the original owner was a sick seedling and sent someone to withdraw from the marriage.

After the Qi family saw that the original owner was worthless, they drove out of the Qi family directly.

The vicious dog just now was a means of intimidating the original owner, but the original owner had a heart attack and went straight to the west.

"It's so weak." Qi is willing to complain.

[Host, the original owner's long-cherished wish: once find the original owner's lost sister, protect the sister; The second is to become a text creator. 】

"What?"

Qi Yuan found a direction and walked slowly.

[The original owner's short life was trapped in the Qi family, and she was accompanied by words in addition to her illness, so she admired the creator of words and longed to be one of them. 】

"Very good. But this young master will not. ”

She can't write a masterpiece at her level.

[Host, the original owner is reading the overlord novel, you can write that. 】

Qi Yuan: "......"

[By the way, host, the original owner's lost sister is a villain.] 】

Qi Yuan: "......"

[Don't worry, host, it's just a little villain who can't be around for long.] 】

Qi Yuan: "Hehe. ”

I'm even more worried.

The original owner's own sister, can watch her stumble to death?

[Host, please continue to receive world information.] 】

The villain Chu Sui, the third young man of the Chu family, was kidnapped and sent to a lonely island when he was seven years old, and there were a thousand children on the island who were also kidnapped, and they were asked to fight each other for the only food resources. In the end, he was the only one left on the entire island.

After being rescued, Chu Sui's personality is distorted, he is a noble and rich son who likes to film, and he is bent on running to the entertainment industry, and he is a pasty coffee and a little transparent; In fact, it continues to disrupt the world order and provoke wars in many regions of the world.

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

Qi Yuan searched for valuable things on his body as he walked, but he had nothing but clothes, not even a smartphone.

Qi Yuan looked left and right, bent down, and picked up a plastic bottle along the grass on the side of the road.

"Miss, give."

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

She reflexively tilted her head, her hand holding the plastic bottle tightened, and her little face was hard.

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

Lose face.

[Don't be sad host, you are not ashamed, you are not a human in the first place~]

"Bang"

Punch flying.

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

Chu Sui was wearing a thin sweater, with soft chestnut hair, white and delicate eyebrows and eyes smiling, looking like a harmless and noble cat.

It's a pity that he is followed by several black-clothed bodyguards, and it is not harmless to look at him.

"Miss is short of money?"

"Hmm...... Is there a Fucai betting shop nearby? ”

Go and try your luck.

Chu Sui: "......"

Gambler?

A gambler who picks up bottles?

More curious!

Fucai betting shop is not large, can accommodate a few people, the space is a little cramped.

Qi Yuan scraped slowly, gradually revealing his face.

It's a thousand dollars.

Chu Sui's eyes swept over Qi Yuan's smooth neck, fixed on Qi Yuan's cold eyes, and praised, "Miss is so lucky." ”

Luck does account for a lot of scratch tickets.

It's just that she's too sure.

It seems that she had expected it.

"You will too." Qi Yuan handed the other one in his hand to Chu Sui, "Give it a try?" ”

This time, the big tonic is too distorted, and the person who pretends to be a human.

It's a bit hard to correct.

Lock it up.

Chu Sui was aroused interested, took the scratching tool, scraped the one open, and when he saw the denomination, he couldn't help but bend his lips.

"Miss doesn't regret it?"

Qi Yuan took the money handed over by the boss and avoided Chu Sui's problem.

"I've got something to do, goodbye."

I don't regret it, but I'm still a little reluctant.

She had to hurry up, or she was afraid that she would snatch it back.

Qi Yuan's steps are faster.

The boss walked over cautiously, rubbed his hands, and was a little cramped, "Sir, we don't have a million in the store for the time being, can you wait a few days, we will report to the company above." ”

"No need."

Chu then handed the scratch card to the bodyguard who followed, "Frame it and hang it in the study." ”

The bodyguard took the scratch and took a deep breath enviously, "Yes." ”

Put on airs!

The boss is also indescribable, the first time I have seen such a person who 'treats money like dung'.

Since that day, Chu Sui has not seen Qi Yuan for the next month, he wanders on the street from time to time, picking up plastic bottles, originally so pasted that no one reads, in just one month, he has circled more than 3 million fans, and Chu Sui has been hot searches for eight out of ten days.

#十八线小艺人真实生活#

#褚遂疑似被金主抛弃, downcast to pick up garbage on the side of the road#

#神颜在人间捡垃圾#

#十八线捡瓶子只为一套煎饼果子#

A month later, Xingtu Entertainment, the top floor.

"Third child, Mom swiped the hot search of you picking up bottles at home, Mom just wanted to ask you, is it ...... Really don't have money to spend? ”

The woman on the sofa was graceful and luxurious, and she couldn't stop worrying between her eyebrows.

After that incident, the youngest son's personality changed greatly, and he couldn't see anything on the surface, but what he did in private didn't seem like a good thing.

Picking up bottles?

Is it because you are in trouble?

"It's not." Chu Sui fiddled with the green plants on the table, careless, and lazy, "I just met an interesting girl, she was picking up bottles." ”

Half a month ago, the global stock market suddenly turbulent, which was bigger than his disruptive action, and he invested all his net worth into it.

The friends around him followed the trend and invested exactly like him, and so far, they have earned several times or even dozens of times.

I haven't seen that part of him, but he must have made a lot of money, and he never trades at a loss.

Mrs. Chu obviously didn't think about this answer, she was a little stunned, "You like her?" ”

Whose little girl is so unlucky?

Her youngest son is not a good man.

Chu Sui frowned and retorted, "I just met once, although she is good-looking, has a good temperament, and even gave me a million, but this does not prevent us from being strangers." ”

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

"Another day, call the little girl to come to the house for a meal, so that everyone in the family can see it."

She has to take a look, she can look at her perverted little son, what kind of eyes does the little girl have!

Is there no expectation of life?

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

Mrs. Chu: "......"

The little girl was unlucky and lucky.

A large flat floor in North City.

Off-white minimalist decoration, no redundant and extravagant decorations, only a few greenery, and a few furry dolls.

In the study, Qi Yuan grabbed her hair, her fingers poked the keyboard slowly, and on the computer screen, it was her serialized boss novel.

"Under the miserable white moonlight, Wen Renhao knelt in front of the tombstone, his bony hands wiped the dust on the tombstone, and the murmur drifted in the deep darkness, "Mother ......" Behind the trunk not far away, Su Rouer half leaned, stared at Wen Renhao's back, and said playfully: "This face is similar to him." 」

Qi Yuan stretched and leaned back in his chair, "System, just write like this?" ”