Female President's Bodyguard

Hearing that Fatty Yang wanted to re-bet, before Boss Song could ask any questions, Hu Shengkang smiled shyly and gave a general account of the previous game.

After listening, Boss Song pursed his lips, looked at Fatty Yang disdainfully, squinted at him from the corner of his eye, and asked:
"What are you? Are you worthy of my raise?"

Boss Song's tone was filled with disdain and a hint of anger.

Fatty Yang faced Boss Song, who had a powerful aura and all-powerful means. Although he had a strong body, he was two circles bigger than him.

But he is like a primary school student who has made a mistake. Standing in front of the teacher, his fat body is trembling. If he hadn't supported the table, he would have collapsed to the ground.

Fatty Yang looked down at Boss Song's feet, and didn't dare to raise his eyes to meet him at all. After swallowing a few mouthfuls of saliva, he braced himself again and replied with a depressed grin:
"I... I am the... security team, team, captain of the medical university!"

"what?"

Boss Song's expression immediately became complicated. After frowning slightly, he glanced at Fatty Yang again, and cursed dumbfoundedly:
"You are a fucking captain of security, how dare you talk to Master Song about raising money?"

"You don't even look at you looking like a fat pig! Even if you boil oil and refine oil, you will be too fat!"

"Okay! Master Song is happy today. It's rare to have someone as short-sighted as you to relieve Grandpa's boredom. I'll raise 1000 million. Can you afford it?"

Previously, Xu Qing told Fatty Yang that the increase was 2000 million, but when he heard that the other party only added 1000 million, Fatty Yang was about to bite into pieces:
"No, no! Add two, two, 2000 million!"

"Fuck! Fat pig, are you fucking dreaming?"

Hu Shengkang yelled loudly beside him, "Boss Song is willing to raise 1000 million, which is enough to give you face! What capital requirement do you have for adding 2000 million? Can you afford it?"

Fatty Yang raised his head, with a mournful face, he said aggrievedly:
"I don't even want to fucking! I was kicked out!"

When Boss Song heard this, he shrugged with a sneer, turned around and laughed with the people behind him:

"Everyone has seen it too, don't say that I bully my mentally handicapped youth."

"We need to add 2000 million, right? Grandpa added it!"

"But what about your money?
Fat pig, it's not that grandpa looks down on you. If you can take out 2 yuan in cash, I'll add another 2000 million!

Back and forth, 500 million for you, how about it? "

Song Xiong sneered and said:

"Brother, this stupid pig was used as a gun, and the really crazy kid dare not show his face yet.

Look, it's been 10 minutes now, and the person he invited hasn't come yet. "

Hu Shengkang hurriedly said:
"I guess he heard that Boss Song was coming, so he ran back halfway in fright? Don't wait for them.

Boss Song, that young child is sitting over there, why don't you hurry over and try it? "

Boss Song smacked his mouth, stretched out his hand and scratched his crotch in front of everyone, his eyes became a little more lustful, looked at Kong Jingyi who was in good shape and appearance, licked his tongue and said:

"I just have bad luck during this time, so it's good to see Hong, it's just to get rid of the misfortune."

"Fat pig, get out of here!"

Hu Shengkang stepped forward and was about to push away Fatty Yang who was blocking the way, and scolded disdainfully, "You are so fat, why don't you hide at home and wait to die, and dare to come out and watch other people's eyes? Which girl can fall in love with you!"

From just now, the three of them have been inseparable from the words "fat" and "pig", and they have humiliated Fatty Yang to the point of embarrassment.

Since he was a child, because he was fat and honest and introverted, he was frequently nicknamed this kind of nickname.

Every time he was called by nicknames and laughed at at school, he would cry for a long time under the quilt when he returned home.

Although his parents had complained to the school, but his family was poor and had little power, the school didn't pay much attention to it, which made those boys even more unscrupulous.

Later, Fatty Yang was finally annoyed by the shouting, and had a hearty fight with a guy who often called him a "fat pig" in public.

Although he lost that fight, since then, there have been significantly fewer students calling him by his nickname in the school.

It was also from then on that this kind of nickname with the characters for fat and pig became Fatty Yang's most sensitive, fragile and painful backlash.

At this time, being repeatedly insulted by these three people, Fatty Yang recalled the scene of fighting with that guy when he was in school, and most of the timidity in his heart disappeared.

Hearing Hu Shengkang calling himself "fat pig" again, Fatty Yang turned his heart on his head, and when the other party reached out to push him, he grabbed an empty wine bottle on the table next to him and smashed it hard at Hu Shengkang's head.

"Crack!"

With a crisp cracking sound, the red wine bottle shattered into several pieces on Hu Shengkang's head, and a stream of blood immediately flowed down his side face.

Hu Shengkang was stupid, and the Song brothers were also stupid.

Even Xu Qing who was sitting in the corner was dumbfounded.

"Fatty Yang is still a bit bloody!"

Fatty Yang was still holding the top half of the wine bottle in his hand, like a mad bull, glaring at Hu Shengkang angrily, breathing heavily:

"Which of you dare to call me a fat pig again? I've put my life to the test today, and I won't end with you!"

Hu Shengkang didn't come back to his senses until then, and quickly squatted on the ground with his head covered in pain, grinning so hard that he couldn't stand up.

Boss Song unexpectedly clapped his hands and said with a smile:
"Well smashed. It has a bit of the style of your grandfather and me back then. But boy, do you think hitting people with a bottle is very powerful?"

As soon as the words fell, more than twenty strong men in black suits who acted as a human wall at the door immediately huffed and surrounded them.

"Break the bones of this fat pig and throw it on the road to wait for a car to hit it!"

"Xiao Li, you take someone to send that baby to the private room for me, I'll play him to death!"

"As for the shrunken tortoise who dare not show his face, don't beat him to death yet, and send him to the private room when he is still alive. I will let him starve before he dies!"

After Boss Song finished explaining, the gang of strong men split up without saying a word.

Fatty Yang became impatient, and waved the half of the wine bottle in his hand, gesticulating with at least four big men, and shouted loudly at the same time:
"Xu Qing, you fucking run! What the hell are you doing in a daze? I don't plan to leave today, I'll just stab one to death!"

But the four big men on the other side obviously had practiced before, so they kicked the wine bottle out of Fatty Yang's hand with a casual lift of their feet.

Following them, the four of them all threw themselves on Fatty Yang. Fortunately, Fatty Yang's fat body was not for nothing. Thanks to his heavy weight, he even wrestled with the four strong men without losing the upper hand.

And the rest of the big men had already swarmed to where Xu Qing and Kong Jingyi were.

The big beauty was so frightened that Huarong turned pale, she hurriedly leaned to Xu Qing's side, and asked in a terrified voice:

"Xu Qing, what should we do now? I don't want them to take it away! You should quickly find a way!"

Xu Qing smiled faintly at her, as a response, then got up slowly, kicked the two big men who rushed forward, and frightened the others from coming forward.

Only then did he walk out of the shadows with his hands behind his back, and to Boss Song who was already frowning, he said in a cold and slow voice:

"Kneel down."