Female President's Bodyguard

Hearing that he had already booked the room, everyone laughed again.

"Are you kidding? A room in this garden costs [-] to [-] a day. How much is your monthly salary?" Zhang Mingbo pointed out the flaw in Xu Qing's sentence with disdain.

"You forgot that he is eating soft food from the Qian family." Mr. Yu stared at Qian Meimei lewdly.

"You listen to his nonsense! At that time, I came here to place the order for the reception, and I handled it all by myself. I have already asked, no one has booked rooms in this garden in recent months, so it was all rented out by our Liu family. "

He Chunrong squinted at Xu Qing, and explained loudly to others:
"If there are spare rooms, our Liu family will definitely rent them out and invite a few more guests over. Is it his turn to live?"

Song Yulan shook her head proudly, walked up to Xu Qing, and said coldly:

"I really don't think it's worth it for my cousin. It's obvious that Mr. Zhao's friends are interested in her, and they can make her marry a rich man with a fortune of tens of millions."

"In the end, she didn't want her with a bright future, but she found a security guard like you who is full of nonsense."

"Oh, it seems that I have to go back and persuade my mother to break up with my cousin's house as soon as possible, so as to save you from coming to borrow money in the future. Do you think I will lend it to you?"

Even Qian Meimei felt that Xu Qing's words were a bit out of bounds:
"Xu Qing, it's really impossible, let's not attend this reception. It's better for you to play with me in Wanyuan for a few days than to be tortured here."

Zhao Liangcheng also persuaded politely:

"Mr. Xu, don't be as knowledgeable as them. They don't know how powerful you are, so why bother with the ants?"

After Xu Qing glanced at everyone coldly, he smiled:

"Do you really think I'm joking? Seven years ago, I already booked a room here."

"Seven years? Hahahaha..." Zhang Mingbo laughed loudly, "Seven years ago, the Cang family lived in this garden. Are you bragging about not making drafts?"

"Don't tell me, maybe he worked as a security guard in the Cang family seven years ago? There must be a security dormitory!" Mr. Yu also laughed.

"Young Master Yu, I'm just kidding. I heard from Steward Cang that the old security dormitory had already been replaced with toilets. You mean to let people sleep in the toilet?" Hu Shengkang mocked.

He Chunrong looked at Xu Qing as if he was insane, and his acrimonious expression was undoubtedly revealed:
"Even if you booked a room here seven years ago, have you ever calculated how much you have paid so far?"

"With so much money, why are you still sitting in front of the monitoring screen as a security guard?"

"Oh, I'm really bored too, I've been entangled with a lunatic for a long time."

Fatty Yang has lived in Wanyuan for a long time and knows the situation of this garden. Xu Qing said that seven years ago, before the garden was managed, it was indeed the Cang family who lived there.

Although he doesn't know how big the Cang family's background is, he knows that no matter the scale or the luxury of this garden, without a certain amount of energy, the land may not even be approved.

Fatty Yang looked at the cold Xu Qing, sighed, and put his arm around his shoulder:

"Brother, stop talking. Let's go, these people are so fucking cheap!"

Xu Qing smiled and asked:

"What's the matter, fat man? Even you don't believe me?"

"It's not that my buddies don't believe you, it's really... oh, it's okay, it's okay. Believe it or not, there's a use for it!" Fatty Yang looked downcast.

Seeing this, He Chunrong ridiculed and said:

"Okay, you guys have time to brag, why don't you go look for something rotten in the house, so as not to be poisoned by choking at night, and blackmail our Liu family."

"Oh, and, Mr. Xu, you are too noble. I was afraid that the servants would mess with the precious things in your house, so I told them that you will clean up your house yourself, so they don't need to worry about it."

"As for the room you said you booked, I have already sent someone to ask Cang to take care of it. He will never lie."

Hearing that He Chunrong had asked Manager Cang to come over to prove the falsification, Mr. Yu and Zhang Mingbo's gang were even more proud, and they simply didn't go back to their room, waiting for Xu Qing to make a bigger fool of himself.

Not long after, Cang Guanshi was invited over, and just like before, he stood with his hands down, behaved decently, and behaved with dignity.

"Master Cang, when I came here to book a reception, you said that no outsiders came to book a room in this garden. I chose your place just because I want to be quiet."

He Chunrong pointed at Xu Qing and asked loudly:
"But this Mr. Xu said that he has already booked a room with you seven years ago. Is your Cang family cheating customers?"

Cang steward smiled:

"Mrs. Liu, I really didn't lie to you that day. Our guest rooms are all empty and no one has booked."

When He Chunrong heard this, he immediately sneered and said, "Did you hear that? Another cowhide was blown, and my old face felt ashamed."

Unexpectedly, Cang Guanshi did not finish:

"The guest room is indeed gone. But there is still a vacant room, and it has indeed been booked as early as the beginning of the park's construction."

Everyone was taken aback, the smiles on their faces stopped, but they immediately dismissed it:
Director Cang's business is so big that there are no friends anywhere in the world.It's normal to reserve a room in advance for a friend.

Xu Qing just got it right by mistake.

In his capacity, I'm afraid he has never even met Director Cang, so what qualifications does he have to book a room here?

He Chunrong pretended to be calm and smiled:
"Master Cang, is that room reserved for the noble Mr. Xu?"

Fatty Yang, Zhao Liangcheng, and Qian Meimei couldn't help feeling extremely nervous when they heard the question:

They were afraid that Manager Cang would give them an answer that would disappoint them, but they also understood that Xu Qing's previous words were indeed a bit too far-fetched.

Under the gazes of the three, Cang Guanshi glanced at Xu Qing, then shook his head.

"Crap!" Fatty Yang cursed in disappointment.

The worry that had just arisen in He Chunrong's heart disappeared in an instant, and then sarcastically said:

"Hey, it seems that Mr. Xu has to find a new cowhide to play again. Let's give him a palm quickly and let him continue playing."

At this time, Cang Guanshi smiled and said:

"That room has never been occupied. Director Cang told me that if someone mentions that room one day, he will be invited to come over."

"Since Mr. Xu happened to mention it today, how about you go and have a look with me?"

Xu Qing nodded: "Yes. Please trouble uncle."

He Chunrong's smile gradually faded into a chill, worried that Xu Qing would take the opportunity to "escape the golden cicada's shell", so she quietly winked at Zhang Mingbo and Hu Shengkang beside her.

The two immediately booed loudly:
"Come on, let's go and have a look. Maybe it's the presidential suite."

"President? I think it's the security guard of the president's security guard?"

The surrounding guests, who had just had dinner and were free, became interested when they heard that these two people took the lead, and followed them together.

Fatty Yang, Qian Meimei, and Zhao Liangcheng walked behind the crowd, their faces pale and frowning.