Excellent beauty's personal security guard

After seeing off Kan Lingling, he sat down and looked through the documents on the table absently. Even Zhao Jianhui didn't know what he was annoyed with all of a sudden.

The mobile phone on the table rang abruptly, picked it up and looked at it. It was a strange number I had never seen before.

Press the answer button, but there was a long sigh. Then, Yang Xueying's voice came: "thank you. I know. You must think I didn't do anything good again. In fact, I begged my sister-in-law on my knees. She's a woman. It's really not easy to take children in the past two years. I gave her two million, which is the education fee for my nephew in advance. I told her whether she would like to be with my brother in the future. She made up her own mind. No one forced her. I can't stay in Pengzhou after I give you the things. I just don't want my family to be scattered from east to west. My mother is 60 years old. Can't I have no children around? The little grandson is the flesh of her heart... Well, it's almost time to get off work. Come to 'West Yue style' and I'll wait for you here. "

There was no time for Zhao Jianhui to refuse, so he hung up with a bang.

I knew it was the woman who did it, and I knew that the woman would not give up so willingly. However, this time she adopted a very gentle way, completely capturing Kan Lingling with sugar coated shells. Think about a woman without a job who lives alone with her children. Zhao Jianhui can't help but sigh secretly. This Yang Xueying can really feel her pulse.

She knew that in this way, even if she was dissatisfied, she would not say anything. As long as you stop staring at the case, you can imagine the verdict in three days. Ha ha, the Public Security Bureau has been busy for so long, but in the end it is such a result.

Alas, I hope Kan Lingling will be really happy in the future. There are a lot of helplessness in reality. Zhao Jianhui had to comfort himself with this lame excuse.

Xiyue style is an authentic western restaurant, an old Gothic house in the 1930s. It is said that it was also the location of the headquarters of some British organs. The facade of the vicissitudes of life outside is very humble, but the decoration inside is very luxurious, with a strong exotic flavor.

With a "Ding" sound, the wine cups collided. The shape and color of the cup was very beautiful. The wine in the cup was an authentic Bordeaux best cellar. It is said that it had sold for $3.99 a bottle in the market.

The steak on the plate is the first-class Matsuzaka snow beef imported from Japan. It looks good in color, smell and taste. It's very appetizing.

Under the candlelight, the hearts of the two people sitting opposite each other across the long table are more complex, and the romantic atmosphere does not seem to fully integrate the estrangement between the two people. How long the table is, maybe the distance between two people's hearts is how far.

"Sorry, I really didn't know today was your birthday. If I knew, at least one rose would be sent." Zhao Jianhui sounds very dry.

"Well, I'm very satisfied that you can come. I've spent many and birthdays alone. My mother hasn't celebrated my birthday since my father died." Yang Xueying forked a small piece of steak and gracefully held the fork to her mouth.

At this moment, Zhao Jianhui's eyes felt a little crazy. Suddenly, he had an illusion that the woman around him was not as annoying as he thought.

Yang Xueying gave him a charming look and suddenly smiled: "giggle... Don't be so deep, okay? I've prepared things for you. Come with me after dinner. When do you need me to report to the Commission for Discipline Inspection? Say hello in advance. Although I don't know whether my choice is right or not, I'm really relaxed... "

It may also be that she really let go of her mood. After dinner, Yang Xueying, who drank a bottle of wine, was a little dizzy. However, it is impossible for Zhao Jianhui to go in and out with her in such a place. Although he has a little feeling of cherishing incense and jade in his heart, what should be avoided should be avoided.

Zhao Jianhui got on the bus first. When she drove the car to the dark shadow at the corner of the building, Yang Xueying staggered out of the western restaurant and slowly walked towards her own car.

At this time, three men came down from a car parked next to his car. The leader smiled and said, "manager Yang, please take a step slowly..."

"Ah... You... What do you want to do..." looking at the three men standing in front of her, Yang Xueying's body didn't shake and her steps didn't float. The small bag across her arm directly smashed at the front man as a half brick, but she turned and ran to the restaurant while the man dodged.

However, the little feet in high heels couldn't run fast at all. She didn't even have a minute. Her long flowing hair had been caught from behind. Yang Xueying's body staggered. Ouch, she knelt on the ground, and her body was pulled back by the man behind her hair.

"Help... Sobbing..." Yang Xueying just shouted a word of help, her mouth was blocked, a powerful arm wrapped around her neck and dragged her to the car just now.

"Let her go." It was about to reverse. A tall figure appeared in front of the three men. The man's voice was not very loud, but the chill in his tone made the three people get goose bumps at the same time.

"Go away. If you don't die, don't mind your own business." The man standing on the far right looked at the man opposite and learned from the other party's voice. Unfortunately, his momentum can't be compared with that of the man just now.

"Hum, I don't want to die, but also want to meddle. What do you say?" The man said as he punched the guy around Yang Xueying's neck.

Does this person really want to suffocate Yang Xueying? I don't know how hard he worked on his arm. Yang Xueying sobbed, and her legs were kicking on the ground all the time, just like a chicken with a knife on her neck.

Seeing the other party's punch, the man instinctively raised his arm to block, but he didn't know that the other party's seemingly ordinary punch was surprisingly powerful. He felt that his left arm was like a heavy hammer lightning stroke, and involuntarily released the right arm clamped on Yang Xueying's neck.

"Zhao... Hui, go, these people are..." it seems that Yang Xueying hasn't been stunned yet. She began to want to call Secretary Zhao. She felt it was wrong and wanted to change her name to Zhao Jianhui. She may still feel it was wrong, so she called Zhao Jianhui Zhao... Hui. However, before she finished, the man who just loosened her neck stepped on her: "bitch, how dare you eat inside and outside?"

Zhao Jianhui didn't quite understand what this man said, but Yang Xueying would definitely be hurt if he went down. Therefore, Zhao Jianhui didn't care what the two people around him did to him at the same time. Instead, he rushed forward, stretched out his hand and grabbed the middle man's arm. As soon as he wrapped his wrist and threw it away, he threw the huge body away six meters away. At this time, two people's feet and fists on his side could attack him.

Zhao Jianhui shook his belly, drew back his waist, took a half step obliquely, and barely dodged the kick kicked by the other party. As soon as he raised his hand, his fist had met the fist hit by the other party. Listening to a bone crackling sound, the two men stepped back two steps and looked at the other party. It seemed that both sides were surprised that the other party had such a hard fist.

"Ha ha, good. Come again." Zhao Jianhui turned his body straight up, rounded his fist and roared at the man who was still staring at his fist hair.

In fact, just now the other party was prepared and made a hasty response, while Zhao Jianhui responded one-on-three, but as far as the punch just now was concerned, it was actually divided up and down. But this is obviously not a military contest, but a life and death struggle. Therefore, we have to continue to fight when we get higher.

Seeing Zhao Jianhui attacking his companions again, the two people with him seemed to understand that the big man was really a strong enemy. It was obviously impossible to catch Yang Xueying if he didn't straighten him out.

So the remaining two men looked at each other and joined the battle in a low voice.

After experiencing the initial shock, Yang Xueying is now more and more sober. Seeing that Zhao Jianhui is still not defeated by one enemy and three, she is slightly relieved. She thinks of the legend that he has dealt with dozens of Dong Lixiang by one person in the melon and fruit market. It makes it clear that the man who is willing to sacrifice himself is really not an ordinary idle man.

While thinking, Yang Xueying sat quietly on the ground and stepped back to see if she was farther away from the danger. In that way, it's best to run to the car and leave here. In that way, even if Zhao Jianhui can't resist the other party, he can run away.

He is here, not only can't help him, but will hinder him and can't escape. What do these three people do? Yang Xueying knows very well.

Zhao Jianhui was also very curious about the three men who fought with him. It can be said that if these three people didn't meet themselves, they can be said to be first-class good players. With their Kung Fu alone, they look better than sun Liyun. This is to meet a super strong person like himself. Otherwise, even if Tu Xiong was replaced here, he would have been beaten down by the other three together.

While fighting, Zhao Jianhui thought: what do these three people do? Why did they catch Yang Xueying?

As soon as Zhao Jianhui punched out, the man opposite hurriedly stepped back three steps. From the fist and foot collision just now, these three people have learned the power of the big man of the other party. If the fist is an iron fist, it's a bit exaggerated and described, but it's definitely hard to hit him.

As he turned sideways, his eyes swept away, but Yang Xueying sitting on the ground disappeared. As soon as the guy turned around, he saw a figure on the side of his car bending towards the car next to him. Seeing that Yang Xueying's hand was about to grasp the door of the car, the muscles on his face trembled twice and reached out to touch a pistol from his arms.