The personal security guard of the beautiful president

At 10:30 in the evening, Zhang Fengyi followed Han Xue out of the taxi and stared blankly at the quiet street in front of him.

The whole street is like other traditional streets. From the perspective of architectural style, there is no difference from other streets at all.

Now the entire Yanjing can be said to be almost completely modernized, but in the core area within the inner ring, many streets have been preserved as they were 30 or [-] years ago. One is to protect the historical and cultural heritage, and the other is to Avoid too many and too many people in the inner ring, which will bring various adverse effects.Like this kind of street, you can randomly find a dozen or twenty in the inner ring, and there is nothing special about it.

Zhang Fengyi turned to look at Han Xue: "Is your home here?"

Han Xue said lightly: "This is considered a state secret. Now that you know it, remember to keep your mouth shut in the future, because leaking it out is treason."

Zhang Fengyi was not surprised, nodded and said: "Don't worry, secrecy is my specialty."

He knows this better than Han Xue.The main leaders of the country generally live in the Shicha Garden in the core area of ​​the inner ring, but except for the supreme leader, other leaders have secret residences outside the Shicha Garden, and the location of these residences is indeed highly confidential. Even As a member of Excalibur, he can only obtain permission to inquire about the other party's address when the task he performs involves a certain leader. The rigor can be imagined.

The two dragged their suitcases and walked in. After more than a hundred meters, Han Xue stopped.

Zhang Fengyi then stopped, and turned to look at the small courtyard next to him. There was no light in it, and everyone seemed to be asleep.

Han Xue was silent for a moment, then said: "Let's go." She turned around and walked towards the way she came.

Zhang Fengyi dragged his suitcase to follow: "Your family is too much, they really don't let you in."

Instead, Han Xue said nonchalantly: "This is the rule, even if it is my dad, he will not come back after ten o'clock in the evening."

It was difficult for Zhang Fengyi to understand how these wealthy families lived, so he had to change the subject: "Where do you want to live?"

Han Xue said relaxedly: "Go to the hotel and get a room."

Zhang Fengyi lost his voice: "What!"

***

Twenty minutes later, in an express hotel two streets away from Han's house, Zhang Fengyi put down his suitcase, scanned around, smiled wryly and shook his head.

At first, he thought that this beautiful doctor would ask for a room with him, after all, the two of them should be "family" in identity, and it seemed more reasonable to share a room.Who knew that Han Xue's rhetorical question immediately made him speechless: "Shouldn't we have a falling out now?"

Indeed, according to the original plan, in order to avoid a trial marriage, the scenes they are playing now should have fallen out, and Han Xue even had an abortion and lost the child.From a rational point of view, it is indeed more appropriate to live in separate rooms.

And for the sake of insurance, Han Xue even falsified the record of the flow of people, but it was in a small clinic with no name, so as to prevent her family members from really checking.

After tidying up for a while, Zhang Fengyi was about to take a bath before resting, when the doorbell rang.

Zhang Fengyi walked to the door and looked out, and saw that it was a room attendant, he was stunned for a moment, and opened the door: "What's the matter?"

The waiter smiled and said, "Sir, your supper is here."

Zhang Fengyi looked at the trolley in front of him, and said in astonishment: "I haven't ordered anything before."

The waiter explained: "The lady next door ordered it for you."

Zhang Fengyi's heart skipped a beat.

Han Xue is usually cold and cold, so she is so considerate.

He stepped aside and said, "Come in."

The waiter pushed the cart in and walked into the room.

There was a large dinner plate with a lid on the car, and while Zhang Fengyi was still out of sight from behind, he said briskly: "I ordered steak for you, please take it easy." A pistol with a suppressor!

Zhang Fengyi closed the door and said, "Let it go."

The waiter slowly grabbed the pistol.

boom!

A palm slashed hard on the back of his neck, and the waiter fell down in disbelief, and his eyes gradually darkened.

how so!

Zhang Fengyi walked up to him in the fading field of vision, and said mockingly: "Cheat me? Let's talk about it in 100 years!"

After an unknown amount of time, the waiter felt a pain in his nose and slowly opened his eyes.

Ahead, Zhang Fengyi was walking back to the chair, sat down, crossed his legs, and looked at it with a smile.

The waiter was shocked and wanted to stand up, only to realize that he was firmly tied to a chair and could not move.

Zhang Fengyi lightly weighed the gun in his hand and said, "Who sent you here?"

The smile on the waiter's face had long since disappeared, and he said viciously, "Let me go!"

Zhang Fengyi slowly raised the gun, narrowed his left eye, and aimed with his right eye.

laugh!

The muffler minimized the sound of the gunshots. The waiter let out a muffled groan, and the whole person was shaken to the right and back, and his right shoulder had been pierced.

The waiter didn't expect him to be so ruthless, he didn't even give a warning, although he endured the severe pain in his shoulder, sweat was seeping from his forehead.

Zhang Fengyi maintained the aiming posture, moved the muzzle of the gun horizontally, and aimed at his left shoulder: "Five, four, three..."

The waiter still didn't give in and shouted angrily: "I won't say anything if I kill me, this is professional ethics!"

laugh!

The waiter let out a scream, and shrank his left shoulder back. The bullet penetrated his left shoulder and made a small hole in the sofa behind him.

Zhang Fengyi still maintained the aiming posture, and the muzzle moved down, pointing at the opponent's knee: "Five, four..."

The waiter said in surprise: "I said!"

Zhang Fengyi didn't move at all: "...three, two..."

The waiter gritted his teeth and shouted, "It's a master named Xuan Linhai!"

Zhang Fengyi paused for a moment before saying: "One!"

"No!" The waiter exclaimed in shock.

Zhang Fengyi smiled, and put the gun on the table next to him: "How did you find him?"

This guy moved very fast, and even chased here.

The waiter who was still in shock didn't dare to hesitate this time: "After I catch you, call him, he asked me to lock you up temporarily."

"Catch me?" Zhang Fengyi raised his eyebrows slightly, "Didn't you kill me?"

"No, it's just scratching." The waiter endured the severe pain in his shoulders, "He repeatedly emphasized that it was just scratching."

Zhang Fengyi nodded: "Understood, call him and tell him that you want to see him."

The waiter gritted his teeth and said, "I have no... no reason... he won't come!"

Zhang Fengyi said confidently: "I have found a good reason for you, tell him that you accidentally killed Han Xue during the fight with me."

The waiter was taken aback: "This...he won't believe it."

Zhang Fengyi smiled: "Do you need me to target you again?"

The waiter quickly shut his mouth.

Zhang Fengyi picked up an old mobile phone with a blue screen on the table, walked to the waiter, and dug out the address book.

This is what he found from the other party before, and the latter felt helpless, but he could only obediently point out the contact number.

This guy in front of him is so skillful, he looks like an old Jianghu in the old Jianghu, this time he was planted!

***

Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang quickly.

Han Xue, who had already been called to Zhang Fengyi's room, looked at Zhang Fengyi suspiciously, and the latter murmured, "Open the door, the one outside is my surprise for you."

Han Xue got up and walked over, and opened the door.

A person outside the door was about to rush into the room when he suddenly saw who was opening the door. He froze for a moment and said in a broken voice, "Sister Xue! You are not...not..."

Han Xue's expression sank: "Xiao Hai! It's really you!"

Inside the room, Zhang Fengyi said leisurely: "Come in and talk."

The young man at the door looked in and immediately saw the waiter with his shoulders bandaged and Zhang Fengyi sitting firmly on the chair, his expression changed drastically, knowing that the matter had failed, he walked in helplessly.

The waiter said dejectedly: "Sorry, Mr. Xuan, I failed..."

Xuan Linhai glared at him, then turned to Zhang Fengyi, full of hostility.

Zhang Fengyi looked him up and down.

This distant cousin of Han Xue is only in his twenties, with a handsome appearance, only a little shorter than Zhang Fengyi, he can be regarded as a jade tree facing the wind, but his face is still childish, he is wearing a famous brand, and there is a circle on his left ear. The golden earrings are a bit more fashionable than Han Xue's elegant style, but also a bit more tacky.

Han Xue closed the door, followed in, and sat on the chair next to Zhang Fengyi: "Xiao Hai, tell me, what's going on?"