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Chapter 1552 Local Tyrant Fat Ding

When he left, he talked to the maid, and Han Xuan walked into the igloo and took the Palas cat away. .

This animal lives in mountains above 5,000 meters above sea level. If the temperature is too high, it will cause heat stroke. The temperature in Los Angeles in winter is kept at more than ten degrees Celsius, so it doesn’t matter if you let it out to play.

Usually, the Palas cats always show a fierce and cold expression on their faces that they want to fight. They have a fierce personality. They are known as the little tiger in the cat world. When they come to Han Xuan's arms, they are as gentle as rabbits, and they are so cute that they roll around and don't be leisurely and comfortable.

These little guys weighing about three kilograms have never seen them anywhere except for Old Brando. Han Xuan likes the strange shape of the Palas cat, so he borrows them and plays.

The maid believed that even if Brando was at home, she would not refuse it, so she agreed immediately...

I just went out for a walk and returned home on the same road.

When I arrived at the door of the manor, I happened to meet my grandfather's convoy. Guo Muzhou asked the driver to stop the car, walked out of the car, with a smile on his face, and asked Han Xuan: "Where have you taken these guys?

Just after I went back to the company to get things, the guard told me that you went to Stark Building in the afternoon.”

"Well, I'm bored, go to the mall in Stark Building to buy something.

Take them out for a walk. It’s okay when they are on the snow-capped ranch. When they come out of the ranch, they become disliked to exercise. They are busy eating all day long, and they are almost fatter."

When they heard what the master said, Fat Ding and Winnie were very sad. Every time the master said this word, it would mean that dieting, exercise, etc. would happen that they would feel annoying.

Guo Muzhou bent down and tried hard to pick up Fat Ding. As a cat, his weight was really serious. He rubbed his big head and continued to laugh:

"I asked Huamei Bank to get the dividends from your and Fat Ding's account today.

I asked casually at that time, and the bank staff told me that the assets in the account under Fat Ding's name had exceeded 200 million US dollars? Is this true?

You guy is so bored, why do you give it so much money? If the people know you will definitely be drowned by their saliva. Jealousy is sometimes quite terrible."

"It doesn't matter, the money is earned by Fat Ding himself, and it doesn't matter if others know it.

I put it in my account under Fat Ding’s name as an endorsement, reward for making movies, the legacy given to him by the old woman in Philadelphia, and so on. In addition, Interstellar Investment is still helping it manage those assets. There was not so much before, so it should be a profit from investment.

The money is indeed a bit too much...Pang Ding, do you want to donate some to help other animals?"

Han Xuan put the Palas cat down and asked with a smile about the fat cat lying in his grandfather's arms.

Never underestimate Fat Ding’s IQ. As a nine-year-old cat, its intelligence is beyond people’s imagination.

Hearing that he asked him to donate, Fat Ding's little ears immediately stood up, his eyes were instantly alert. He was obviously not sure how much it was, but the stingy ghost still shook his head and the fat on his chin shook.

It was not beyond Han Xuan's expectations that this guy was so stingy that he didn't even want to give a piece of bear biscuit to the raccoon that "begged for the door". At that time, it was obviously full of pots!

After being deceived, Han Xuan raised a finger and looked at Fat Ding and said, "Just give them so much, very few."

Fat Ding is great in math.

I found that there was only "1", so I endured the heartache, pouted the bun's face, bit my lower lip, nodded, and then pressed my face against Guo Muzhou's chest, as if I was crying, and my heartache was so distressed that my ears drooped.

Han Xuan smiled so badly when he succeeded in his plan, and he was tricked by Fat Ding.

There are many explanations for a finger, either one dollar or ten million dollars, but what he wanted to say to Fat Ding this time was actually $100 million.

It is hard to imagine what kind of expression would be if Fat Ding knew that he had lost 40,000,000 hot dogs in an instant, which was probably like the squirrel that lost Songta in "Ice Age"...

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My mother and grandma returned home at the same time. As soon as they came back, Mr. Han’s convoy also stopped at the gate.

It was already dark, with colorful lights on the pine trees at the door, and the garden was covered with slightly yellow street lights.

The Christmas tree in the living room is beautifully shaped, the animals are fighting each other, and the Palas cats are also joining them. When they followed Han Qianshan a few days ago, the housekeeper Adolf arranged for people to take away the easily broken antiques, otherwise they would be destined to suffer heavy losses.

The old housekeeper from the UK likes to see the three generations of the Han family members and the scenes when they get together, he will feel proud and proud from the bottom of his heart.

Serve the richest families in the world and taking care of their diet and daily life is one of the highest honors of being a housekeeper, and another glory is to serve the ancient royal family in Europe.

At this moment, he came to the living room and faced the family sitting on the sofa chatting, and asked, "Can you start a meal?"

The kitchen is ready, and some of them have not started to be made yet, if I can start, I will let the chef finish them.”

"Eat now, I'm going to hurry up and watch Mr. Michael Jackson's performance later.

It is probably too late to drive. Please help me prepare a helicopter. You should find open space near the amphitheater to park it.

I went with Anya and I had the opportunity to see his concert several times before, but I missed it."

After Han Xuan finished speaking, the old man looked down at his watch and said, "You still have to go out so late?"

OK, remember to bring more bodyguards, there are a few bodyguards around you on vacation, right?”

Han Xuan replied: "Well, Jason left in the afternoon and went to Las Vegas to find his girlfriend. George was also arranged for a holiday by me. His father's health has not been good recently.

If you don’t go out tonight, I will borrow your bodyguard. Then ask them who want to go to the concert, you can go with me."

“I’ll probably stay at home tonight.

This is OK. I know that you young people like to watch concerts and don’t be bad guys. Be careful and safe.

Have a good night's rest and hold a banquet at home tomorrow. The Chinese Chamber of Commerce and the Hundred People's Association's old friends come here. You will stay at home and their juniors will participate. These are your future resources."

"I just accompanied my dad to see his childhood friend at noon, and I was so bored." Han Xuan rolled his eyes to the old man, and then said, "Don't they go out for vacation on Christmas? What do they have to do tomorrow?"

The old man glared: "It's not the Spring Festival, they are all free during the holidays.

Don’t take it seriously, this is the United States where whites dominate. You must have the support of Chinese people behind you. Even if you don’t like parties, you must pretend to be very enthusiastic."

At this time, grandma Tang Wan stood up and said, "Today, I won't talk about those things, eat and eat.

I was busy outside for a day and was a little hungry. Jackson was dancing well. I saw him a few days ago..."
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