his little luck

Chapter 30 His Little Fortune!
Dean Liu was startled when Guan Xi took out this card, "Well...how can you use your money? It's not easy for you to go out by yourself now, you have to keep the money for yourself..."

Bai Xiaomi behind him also handed over a card, choked up and said, "Mother Liu, Little Putao is important, although my money is not as much as Xixi, let Little Putao use it first."

Dean Liu stopped talking, but his eyes gradually became moist: "A good boy is a good boy."

The nurse took the card, swiped the card, and paid.

The prepayment of 10 yuan was considered a solution, but the follow-up fee, the doctor said that it would cost 50 million yuan to be conservative, and the people in the orphanage didn't know what to do.

Several children who played better with Little Putao all cried until their eyes were red and swollen, and they asked Guan Xi timidly, "Sister Xixi, is Little Putao okay, we don't want Little Putao to be okay, we still have to play with Little Putao .”

Guan Xi touched their little furry heads one by one, and comforted them in a soft voice: "Little Putao will be fine, Sister Xixi promises."

After comforting several children, Guan Xi went to the gate of the ICU.

Through the huge glass window of the ICU, Guan Xi saw the small figure of Little Putao lying on the hospital bed.

Little Putao is only six years old this year. She likes to wear two shofar braids and a pink floral skirt. She is called Sister Xixi in a childlike voice.

Such a cute child is now lying lifeless on the bed, with a small and immature body full of tubes.

"Hee Hee, there are three or four hundred thousand more, what should I do?" Bai Xiaomi looked at Little Putao lying on the bed, tears streaming down her face.

Guan Xi pursed his lips and said, "There will always be a way."

……

"Hee Hee, is this the way you said?"

Bai Xiaomi and Guan Xi left the hospital, their eyes widened when they saw Guan Xi dial a number to go out.

She stammered and asked, "You... What are you calling Producer Xu for?"

Guan Xi hooked his lips: "Make money."

While the two were talking, Producer Xu's phone had already been picked up.

"Producer Xu, I'm Guan Xi." The call was connected, and Guan Xi's voice had changed into a sweet tone, becoming extremely charming, "You said last time that you introduced me to Mr. Wang. ?"

"It counts!" Producer Xu received a call from Guan Xi and heard her take the initiative to ask about Mr. Wang, "Guan Xi, have you figured it out?"

"Ah."

"I wish I had figured it out earlier." Producer Xu smiled, with a somewhat wretched tone, "Look, let you and Mr. Wang, Mr. Wang have resources in his hands, and he is a generous person. What a great thing Son, others can't ask for it, so what did you do with Joe before? Don't worry, when you follow Mr. Wang, your stardom will definitely be magnanimous. I promise, you will be more popular than Xia Mei. "

Guan Xi listened impatiently to Producer Xu's words, but now that she needed money again, she could only listen patiently.

After Producer Xu finished speaking, Guan Xicai said charmingly again: "Producer Xu, I can accompany you for a drink, but I want 20."

"Two... 20!"

Producer Xu was so frightened by this amount that his tongue got stuck, "Guan Xi, you're a big talker."

"Producer Xu, he only needs 20 yuan."

Guan Xi drew the tone leisurely, his voice sounded extremely attractive, and said coquettishly: "At that time, not only will I be able to accompany the wine, but President Wang can do whatever he wants."

"it is good!"

Although Producer Xu was in pain at 20, Guan Xi's words made him agree without hesitation, "20 is 20!"

"Producer Xu, they need the 20 yuan right now, can you pay for it first?" Guan Xi's voice became even softer, so soft that water could flow out.

(End of this chapter)