Excellent beauty's personal security guard

Zhao Jianhui's heart is not good. His body has risen in the air. He can see clearly in the air. Behind Geng Xiaoli, a tall guy is grinning and raising his combined rifle

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhao Jianhui directly threw out the pistol in his hand. The pistol with empty bullets turned into streamer, spanning time and space. Before the other party pulled the trigger, the hard and cold barrel went in from the right side of his brain, and the barrel tilted straight through the left back of his brain. The guy's body "slammed" on Geng Xiaoli's side.

Geng Xiaoli was scared silly. Seeing the guy's ferocious death, the pistol was inserted into his head and dripping Yan Hong's blood along the barrel, she just stared at him with creepy eyes. She was unwilling to die, neither shouting nor escaping, so she sat on the ground and watched him lie down beside her

"Don't shoot. If you kill him with a gun, you'll be too old for me..." Zhao Jianhui turned around when he heard the sound, but saw Tu Xiong's body trembling and falling out, holding the right arm of the army thorn. He didn't know where the injury was, and his whole arm was red with blood.

"This guy has good skills. No wonder he dares to be so proud. He can take advantage of fighting with the butcher. That's really good." Zhao Jianhui couldn't help sighing from his heart that young people could hurt Tu Xiong. Among the more than a dozen people on his side, only himself and Wei Mingyu can win Tu Xiong by fighting for a knife. Others, such as Liu xiaosun, can barely make a draw. As for Ma Hongchen and others behind him, there is still a big gap.

"Roar..." Tu Xiong turned over and shouted. Before his feet landed, he had already kicked the young man opposite. The young man quickly jumped to one side and dodged, but he heard a sigh in his ears. Before he could figure out what was going on, the dark shadow flashed in front of him, his neck cooled, and his consciousness was gradually blurred.

This is the butcher's unique skill. After being discharged from the army for so many years, this guy hasn't thrown it behind the spoon. When the young man fell to the ground, he felt his throat cool, and the bright army stabbed through his throat.

The section is over. The young man's dim eyes scattered light, but his last voice in the world was heard in his ears: "grandma, it's not easy for you to hurt me. You can die in peace. "

"... no en,... No En will... Let you go..." when the young man finished this sentence, his head tilted and broke.

"Fuck you, won't you let me go? I won't let her go yet. Do you think I'm afraid of that smelly woman? " Tu Xiong snorted coldly and bent down to pull out the military thorn inserted into the young man's neck.

Zhao Jianhui waved his hand: "he is an opponent worthy of your respect. Let your army thorn accompany him to sleep underground."

"Boss, he has such a big face?" Let your weapons sleep with your opponent, which is the respect of the warrior for your opponent. Tu Xiong thinks the young man is not up to this level.

"Fool, look at his appearance... I'm sure this man is Fei en's only son, Che Dudu." When he said this, Tu Xiong's face could not help but dignified: "are you sure this man is a car Dudu? I said, "how can you stab me with such a big skill?"

Zhao Jianhui said faintly, "after going back, make a report and contract your security company, or reform it into a private company."

At this time, Zhao Jianhui mentioned the restructuring of the security company, obviously not because of making money. Tu Xiong's face was full of disbelief and asked, "boss, don't be so nervous?"

"If you want to die, don't listen to me." Zhao Jianhui turned and ordered, "count the battlefield and prepare to close the team."

As he spoke, he patted Tu Xiong on the shoulder: "I know you're not afraid of death, but it's not just your cheap life that matters."

Zhao Xiaoting didn't expect that opening the door would be such a beautiful scene.

The graceful girl wore her long hair and was dancing around Mr. Luo. When she saw Zhao Xiaoting suddenly break in, the young girl hurriedly picked up her clothes to cover her jade body. Zhao Xiaoting was blushing with shame. Lord Luo leaned leisurely on the hospital bed, looked at her up and down with interest, and laughed.

This is a terminally ill old man with advanced bone cancer. He has lost the opportunity for treatment. A variety of complications afflict his flesh, but his body still has a vigorous frame. This is an old lion. Even if he has stumbled and walked hard, his eyes are still fierce.

"What are you doing here? Don't you see the "don't disturb" sign at the door? Huh? " He asked, as if he were her attending physician, condescending and righteous.

Zhao Xiaoting walked over with a blue face and listened to the emergency pager“ Mr. Luo, if you want to be happy next time, please don't press the call for help. Otherwise, all the above nurses will enjoy the passionate performance with you. Also, your heart is very fragile. Please try to keep calm, otherwise... "

She stopped to look for words, but saw that master Luo's eyes were full of ridicule and intolerance. She hummed and turned away. A doctor like Zhao Xiaoting, who has just graduated for less than two years, would never have had the opportunity to be the attending doctor of a big man in such a senior private hospital. However, since Lord Luo saw Zhao Xiaoting at first sight, he made arbitrary decisions, and she served as his own attending doctor.

In his words, he can't cure himself. If he gets sick, doesn't anyone have to die? Let this girl try her craft!!

At that time, Zhao Xiaoting was very nervous. She called Zhao Jianhui, her "brother" in S Province. Unfortunately, when her brother asked if something had happened, she said insincerely, "no, brother, I just miss you. What can I do?"

But now the old guy is getting worse and worse. I don't know what strange and bad ideas his extraordinary brain will come up with.

At the end of the shift, the stripper came to her and gave her a rich red envelope, saying it was a little something from Lord Luo. Zhao Xiaoting naturally knows that this is the so-called sealing fee. She entrusted the nurse to deposit the red envelope into his hospitalization deposit, and then patted the deposit receipt on the bedside table in front of Mr. Luo. Her eyes were clear and expressionless.

Lord Luo stared at her with an unbelievable face.

I don't know why. Zhao Xiaoting has an inexplicable aversion to such a self righteous rich man. Isn't there two bad money? Think people all over the world have lost money like him? What's the matter with money? Even if you live in a presidential suite and have groups of children, do you have a bed companion? Can wealth buy Jinshan and Yinshan, and can the sun never set?

Mr. Luo has a long history. He is a leading local real estate developer. His company has also made a lot of money in the stock market in recent years. At that time, Zhao Xiaoting applied for a female secretary in his company after graduation, but after seeing the agreement that the female secretary must work 24 hours to ensure that the boss was on call, Zhao Xiaoting resolutely withdrew from the ranks of applying.

It is said that he is romantic and has had countless women. These women left him a large number of children. They would visit the doctor regularly every day, take bouquets and fruit baskets, simply perfunctory, and then leave quickly. Never one took the initiative to stay with him at night.

Only his little son seemed to have a moment of tenderness in his eyes. He was a handsome young man named Luo Binghui. If Lord Locke is an old lion, Locke Binghui is a beautiful and vigorous male deer. He has no deterrent, but he is sunny and full of vitality, which has a charming charm.

When Luo Rongguang pressed the emergency call for the 101st time to summon Zhao Xiaoting, Luo Binghui seemed to be overwhelmed and blushed in embarrassment on one side.

Everyone could see that he was amusing her. Dizziness, leg pain, brain swelling... In short, the parts Luo Rongguang can think of are uncomfortable. But Zhao Xiaoting was not impatient. She always listened to him quietly, checked his body, measured his blood pressure and explained it again and again. This is a stubborn and lonely dying old man. Zhao Xiaoting will not see the same as him. Besides, I just do this job. It's more than 20000 yuan a month. I can't wait for him to live a few more months. In that case, I'll have enough money to go abroad.

Late at night, Zhao Xiaoting was reviewing IELTS English. When she met a new word, she whispered to herself and couldn't understand it. She was about to look through the English Chinese dictionary when she suddenly heard Luo Rongguang's voice: "gentleman tailleshalf

Official coattails, literally translated as a gentleman's tailless semi formal tuxedo, correctly means: Men's tailless semi formal tuxedo. "

Look up and see his smile, like a real elder or a traditional gentleman. This old man, it's not easy!

Luo Rongguang's eyes penetrated the skin and smiled: "do you know why my company is called 'Rongguang International'? Of course, the first two words are my name, and the last two words can be called in vain? "

When Luo Binghui visited again, Zhao Xiaoting was having a long conversation with his father. Seeing Luo Binghui come in, Zhao Xiaoting politely left. Luo Rongguang grabbed Zhao Xiaoting's hand: "ignore him, let's talk about us. You are the smartest and studious student I've seen in my life. If you don't become a doctor in two months, I promise you can take over my position directly. "

Luo Binghui smiled awkwardly: "Dad, everything is ready. When brother comes back, he can hold an engagement ceremony. Would you... Go home and have a look... "

"I'm full at leisure? He's engaged, not me. What am I going back to see? I will do whatever I like. I don't mind that... Just, I'm a little indebted to the daughter of Dongfang family... "The voice behind this sentence is very small, but Zhao Xiaoting is standing next to him and will die. It's true to hear.

She is very puzzled. Is there a father who says so about her son in the world?

Zhao Xiaoting took out her hand and smiled a little embarrassed. Luo Binghui smiled: "you talk slowly. I'll go first if I have something else to do. My father asked you... This is the invitation card the day after tomorrow. My brother's engagement ceremony is held at home, and Miss Zhao is invited to come."

"This boy is not my son at all. Do you see that he's a little like me? Talk like a bitch. It's not sharp at all. " As soon as Locke Binghui walked out of the ward, Locke Rongguang's voice rang behind him.

When Dongfang Wenjing stepped into the advanced ward and came to visit her future father-in-law, Zhao Xiaoting couldn't help being a little stunned. Is there such a beautiful woman in the world?

That day, Zhao Xiaoting was chatting with Luo Rongguang in her room. Suddenly, she heard a sound of crisp high heels knocking on the marble floor in the corridor of the building. Following the sound, I looked out of the glass window and saw a long flowing hair passing through the window.

At the next moment, Dongfang Wenjing, wearing a goose yellow skirt, a silk white shirt, slender white feet and goose yellow high heels, is coming from the direction of the ward door.

As she walked, she took off the sunglasses on the bridge of her nose. Especially when she gently shook her head, she swung her beautiful hair behind her right shoulder. For a moment, her tall, graceful and graceful posture, her provocative hairstyle and her exquisite face immediately made Zhao Xiaoting look straight.