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Rong Jingui didn't care so much, so he slipped under Ma Bozhuo's arm with one side of his body, walked to the bed and lay down, and then breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Oh, don't mention it. If it weren't for the chaos outside, I wouldn't have been forced to stay here."

Seeing that Ma Bozhuo's face was about to become gloomy, Rong Jingui quickly changed the topic.

"The only person I can trust now is you, my good brother!"

When Rong Jingui was talking, he did not forget to imitate those sisters. He looked at Ma Bozhuo without blinking, and his affectionate look almost aroused Ma Bozhuo to the point where he asked someone to kick him out.

"I can't offend the people behind the scenes. Why do you think I would offend that kind of person for a fat guy who has nothing to rely on?"

Ma Bozhuo glanced at Rong Jingui indifferently, but he almost didn't know who the fat man was talking about.

At that moment, Rong Jingui's face fell, and he struggled to turn over from the bed, lying there, looking up at Ma Bozhuo pitifully.

"Brother, I really can only rely on you now. If I am still alive, those old immortals from the Rong Group will not let me go."

Rong Jingui's words are correct, and it is precisely because of this that once anyone wants to help Rong Jingui, they will definitely encounter the members of the board of directors saved by the Rong Group, and there is a possibility that half of them will be missed by the people behind the scenes.

In the end, Ma Bozhuo did not directly say whether he wanted to take Rong Jingui in, but his words were enough to express his attitude.

"Do you have anyone to choose the person behind the scenes?"

It can be said that the meaning of Ma Bozhuo's words is actually very obvious. As long as Rong Jingui does not leave here voluntarily, Ma Bozhuo will not expel him. Doesn't this mean that he will be taken in?

Rong Jingui lowered his head in despair. He looked like a salted fish that had lost all its strength. He collapsed on the bed with a snap, his face buried directly in the quilt, and he only had to put a white flag on his head to float back and forth in the wind.

"No."

A muffled voice came, and while Rong Jingui couldn't see him at the moment, Ma Bozhuo simply rolled his eyes.

He had always known this fat little white guy very well, until Rong Jingui had the kind of temperament that would not take the initiative unless there was a life and death crisis behind him.

It's just that Ma Bozhuo didn't expect that in Rong Jingui's heart, even the God of Wealth was gone, and the Rong Group was in chaos, he could be so "calm", but he was looking down on it... what the hell!

"Help, brother, my old man is gone. Those people will definitely covet that inheritance. There will definitely be many fools who think that they might get what they want after I die. I'm not in danger anymore." !”

Rong Jingui's crying voice came out from under the quilt, directly interrupting Ma Bozhuo from thinking too much about him.

"Master, Master Ma just mentioned the person behind the scenes. He must have a countermeasure in mind. You should stop fooling around like this."

Seeing Ma Bozhuo's dead-eyed state at this time, Uncle Zhang couldn't stand anymore and quickly interrupted Rong Jingui's idea of ​​continuing to use cunning means to win Ma Bozhuo's protection.

The result was just such a sentence, and the effect was so good that Rong Jingui got up from the bed so angry.

"Brother, what do you mean by the person behind the scenes? Is there any doubt about the old man's death?"

"I just said, how dare those people take advantage of my things? It's not honest to think that the things the old man left for me can be given away to three generations of their family!"

"It's too much. I've already given up on the Rong Group. What else do they want me to do? To be kicked out by them penniless and then live on the streets and live under an overpass?"

The one who gave Rong Jingui Qi suddenly turned into a machine gun and fired out at such a frequency that even if other people in the room wanted to speak, they couldn't find a suitable vent. Rong Jingui was so stunned that he didn't even have a breath left.