Madam, president loves you secrectly

He stood at random in a corner, took out a box of cigarettes from his windbreaker pocket, the dim light came down from his head, and his low face was covered with a shadow by the hair between his forehead.

Skillfully shakes out a cigarette from the cigarette box and bites it at will. The bodyguard habitually takes out a lighter to help him light the fire.

The fiery red light flickered slightly in the dark corridor. Jun Xiao took a hard puff and exhaled a smoke ring.

The restlessness in his heart was pressed down by him.

"Boss, you have a bad stomach. It's better not to smoke too much." the bodyguard put the lighter back in his pocket and warned.

Jun Xiao glanced at him and didn't answer. He continued to take a sip. He leaned sideways against the wall and put his legs overlapping. His posture was a little lazy: "by the way, did Zhou danruo bring someone here again today?"

"Miss Zhou? Maybe. I'll ask someone to check the customer records later. The boss can rest assured."

Jun Xiao took a look at him, but his eyes were not clear. He stretched out his hand, took only two mouthfuls of smoke, and pressed the lid of the garbage can on the side.

"Do you think if it weren't for her, someone would trace it here?"

The man he said was song Manxi, who had just been forced out by him. The bodyguard didn't know what the connection was, but he still knew it.

He stood respectfully aside with his head slightly lowered.

"Boss, don't worry. You told me to keep an eye on their every move. Those people under my hands didn't dare to relax for a minute. Although they won't report to me all the time, they always have records."

"If they want to make any moths, we will all know the news in advance. Today, the lady broke in. It was an accident."

Jun Xiao pursed his lips, looked up at the busy police and said coldly, "I don't want to see a second accident."

"Yes."

In Jun Xiao's view, the bodyguard's guarantee was just like this. He put his hands into his windbreaker pocket and walked to the side of the corridor facing the window.

He seemed to lower his head and saw the man sitting on the bluestone slab not far from the door of the club.

The dim street lights flashed. Because of the distance, he couldn't see the expression on her face when talking to others, but the person seemed so close, but in fact he was so far away.

Now, there are his reasons. He deliberately pushed her away, the farther the better. He would never let her touch these dirty, dark and evil things.

Nostalgic for greed, he stared at the figure and was distracted quietly until the bodyguard's word pulled him back to the real world.

"Boss, the lady is still waiting?"

He stood behind Jun Xiao and spoke, but Jun Xiao didn't look back, and his eyes were still calm.

"Boss, has she made up her mind to wait outside until you go out, and our car is still parked outside!"

His subtext was that if they wanted to go out, they must meet her face to face, which was not what she meant.

Jun Xiao turned his head sideways. The bodyguard couldn't see what he was thinking. Then he calmly ordered: "you go and ask someone to clean the room where I occasionally come to live. I'll be here tonight."

The bodyguard understood that he was going to spend it with her. What he said was that there was a lack of everything here, but there was no lack of rooms.

"I see. I'll arrange it now."