This time, Young Master Yan chose Director Luo Wen’s personal computer.

When the boy smiled and said, Luo Wen refused.

He spoke expressionlessly: "No one."

"Well, aren't you human?"

Young Master Yan raised his eyebrows, and Luo Wenming saw a cute little bald head walking out of the lower right corner of his computer.

Wearing a slightly wide robe, he sat cross-legged on the ground.

Big eyes and small arms, so cute.

Its hands were folded together with its fleshy hands and said seriously with its small breasts, "Adults cannot deceive children. People who deceive children are all big bad guys."

Luo Wen: "Please don't swear, I've never said I want to buy you."

"Huh?" The little monk's eyes rolled, his face full of innocentness, "Didn't you say, isn't there anyone?"

Luo Wen...

Oh shit.

You change your concept!

This foul!

The little monk made a comeback, blinked his big black and white eyes, and tilted his head and smiled.

He also stretched out two fingers at Luo Wen.

yeah!

Luo Wen...

Reaching up and closing the laptop: "Goodbye."

Oh no, never see you again.

The book is closed.

The sound is still a bit.

The little monk was covered in a dull voice.

It was angry, "If you don't listen to me, then I will tell people outside. You deceived the child and took my things to use them, and won't you pay me back the money!"

"snort!"

Luo Wen...

I was struggling between embarrassing and losing money.

The face is his.

Money belongs to the government.

He turned on the computer decisively and laughed flatteringly, "Little cutie, can we discuss it again."

The little monk just pressed him into a paper man, and his 2D version of his little eyes turned and kicked his legs.

He slowly returned to a chubby pink and tender little man, with his fleshy hands wrapped around his chest and his nostrils snorted towards the sky.

“…”

Luo Wen stretched out a finger, "One million?"

"You think I'm taking the rag?"

The q version of the little monk stood up and said, "Forget it, I'll go and talk to your president."

"Hey, wait a moment-" Luo Wen was so scared that he grabbed the notebook and stretched out another finger in his heartache, "Two million?"

Little monk: "Ha."

Luo Wen...you robber!

"Three million?"

"Oh."

"Four million?"

"Oh."

Luo Wen…!!!

He looked at the four fingers he had pulled out, slowly stretched out the last one, and struggled to death, "I really can't get more, we don't have money either! Five million US dollars is enough for me to spend my whole life!"

The little monk scratched his head, blinked his big eyes, and a ignorance appeared in his eyes, "What is the ratio of US dollars to Chinese currency?"

“One to six.”

"Oh oh oh, sorry, I thought you were talking about Chinese currency."

The little monk frowned and nodded reluctantly, "Five million US dollars, forget it, it's okay."

Luo Wen…!!!

Am I sick?

He had a mouthful of old blood in his chest, almost making himself angry to death.

Five million.

US dollars and Chinese currency!

That's a qualitative difference!

The little monk stroked his chin and his fleshy little hands slashed in the air.

An account appears on the screen.

"You just divide the money here."

“We have a happy cooperation.”

The q version of the monk stretched out his hand and shook hands with Luo Wen, who was desperate to slap himself to death in the void.

"We will work together next time."

Luo Wen...Who wants to cooperate with you!

"Director, the terrorist attack in Nas City has been resolved..." A group of team leaders knocked in and looked at Luo Wen with confusion, "What's wrong with you?"

Luo Wen: "I don't live anymore, I want to cry."
Chapter completed!