Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

In the evening, Ah Wan sent his new boss home. The address was an old-fashioned residential area. The lanes were narrow. A sports car with a license plate ending in two six or two nine did not park properly, taking up half of the road.

This license plate is so familiar, which big boss is from the Imperial Capital?

Ah night couldn't remember: "Whose car? Stop here to get in the way." The boss is amazing!

Tang wanted to send the edited email with his mobile phone, so he looked up and looked out of the car: "I'll get off here."

Ah Wan unfastened his seat belt: "I will send you in." He is a very competent bodyguard, working hard and conscientiously.

His boss saw that it was late and thoughtful of the employees: "No trouble, just a few steps."

Ah Wan insisted: "How can it be done at night? It's the easiest to run into hooligans and drunks." He got out of the car and gently opened the door for the lady.

Tang wanted to say thank you, and got out of the car.

Ah Wan sent the people downstairs.

"Thanks to Lin's hard work today."

Ah Wan waved his hand: "Talented."

"I invite you to dinner another day."

Ah Wan waved his hand again: "You are polite."

"Be careful on the road."

Ah Wan waved his hand without taking away a piece of starlight: "Take care."

Tang thought: "..."

What's the matter with this sublime atmosphere?

She turned and walked towards the top of the stairs--

There was a sudden voice: "Who is he?"

Tang Xiang's heart hung in his throat: "Scare me."

Jiang Xiaolin walked out of the dark, putting his suit jacket on his wrist, his tie loose: "The man, who?"

"My secretary."

He is yin and yang strange: "The rabbit doesn't eat the grass at the edge of the nest."

"..."

Why did she eat the grass?

"Can you speak human words?"

Okay, he talked human words, he straightened his tie in a human manner, and laughed so evilly that he owed it again: "I've got a lot of skills, Tang thinks."

The tone is like a hooligan.

Ah Wan is right. Those who are at night are most likely to encounter gangsters and drunks.

Tang Xiang thinks he is not an angry person, but every time this guy makes him want to hit someone: "Jiang Xiaolin, did you come here to scold you?"

He murmured without changing his face: "I'm passing by."

"Too lazy to talk to you." She walked directly to the stairs.

In her sophomore year, her roommate Xiaogui, after hesitating for half a year, decided to confess to their mentor Chen Pei. Xiaogui is a shy and timid girl. She didn't have the courage to confess to her face, so she wrote a love letter. Totang wanted this study committee to send it.

At that time, Chen Pei was chatting with people outside the classroom, and it was time between classes. When she went to the podium to hand in the semester evaluation form, she ‘incidentally’ put the love letter in Chen Pei’s notebook.

She thought no one would notice, and as a result—

As soon as she sat back in her seat, a faint sentence came from behind: "I've become more capable, Tang thought."

Has this person's eyes and mouth been soaked in peacock gall? So poisonous.

She turned her head and smiled without a smile: "Of course, if you don't have any skills, how can you be the second child of ten thousand years."

"..."

Chen Pei came in at this time. Before entering the topic, he talked about it for more than half an hour before he started to talk about business matters: "There are three things to talk about."

While saying this, he picked up the notepad on the podium, and the envelope fell out of the paper.

It's a pink envelope.

The favorite of eighteen or nineteen-year-old boys and girls is the pink story. Someone immediately started booing. The classroom was full of wailing hoots, and even more silly boys stood up and teased: "Guardian, Yanfu is good."

Chen Pei was made a big red face: "Don't make a fuss, just sit down for me."

"Guide, read it to us."

Chen Pei is young and talkative and humorous. He has a good relationship with many students in the class. One in the front row unscrupulously joked: "I'm embarrassed by old Chen, why should I read it?"

The talking boy is going to pick up the love letter on the ground.

The buddies in the back row sang along: "Xiao Bei, hurry up!"

Before classmate Xiaobei got up, Tang Xiang stood up. Jiang Xiaolin behind Tang Xiang also stood up. He stepped on a pair of slender legs, stepped ahead, walked to the podium, and calmly picked up the love letter: "I wrote this, come to me if you hear it."

The booing big boys were all silent.

Chen Pei, whose mouth was open enough to lay eggs: "..."

This plot direction is so corrupt without warning.

Because of this love letter, Chen Pei, who has always been able to speak well, said several times that he didn't follow the preface. The class meeting time was originally scheduled for two classes, but the class ended in less than one class.

Once the class meeting was over, Tang Xiang didn't pack his bags, and chased Jiang Xiaolin out.

"Jiang Xiaolin."

He stopped and looked back.

"Thanks." She thanked her sincerely. For the first time in the same class, she felt that this person was not bad.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm afraid of smearing my own ears." He dragged his tone, chanting like a poem, in white clothes and black trousers, like a noble boy who learned the rich and five cars, lazily reading the content of the love letter, "Thinking about Crazy for you, the wasteland is withered, the sea is withered and the rocks are rotten... When you wrote these words, did you feel sour?

Tang thought: "..."

very sour.

The expression on his face has changed from a joke to a sneer: "I'm still dreaming every night, what do you want to do in the dream? Do you paint mosaic?"

Tang Xiang was dumbfounded for several seconds, and then reacted, cursing blushingly, "Rogue!"

After that, the young, talkative and handsome and sunny male mentor never appeared again. It is said that for fear of being bent, their class changed to a female mentor.

Everyone in the class said that Jiang Xiaolin was gay, and all the girls who liked him died.

"Tang thought."

Tang Xiang just walked to the top of the stairs and looked back: "What are you doing?"

His tone suddenly became serious: "Call me if you have anything."

The words are endless.

Tang Xiang was confused by him: "Why are you here?"

He stood in the night with the light and moonlight on his face, and he said, "Passing by."

Passing by again.

When she was working part-time, she was eaten tofu. He beat her and said she was passing by. She was spied on in the bathhouse, her underwear was missing, she caught him when she went out, and he passed by. She went to study abroad and saw him at the school next door, only one block away, and he said he was passing by.

"Jiang Xiaolin, are you—"

The words are not finished.

"Be careful!"

Jiang Xiaolin rushed towards her, pushing her away, he reached out to block.

"Huh!"

The flowerpot fell straight from upstairs and smashed to pieces at their feet.

Tang Xiang was stunned.

Jiang Xiaolin immediately looked up at the top of the building. There was no light on it and nothing could be seen clearly. He pulled Tang Xiang to a safe place first: "Did you hurt anything?"

She stared at his right hand: "I'm fine, where's your hand?"

He lifted his right hand slightly, his eyebrows frowned: "I can't move." His tone was very light and he didn't take it seriously, "Maybe it's broken."

If he took a step forward, the flowerpot would not be slammed on his hand, but on his head.

Tang thinks about it, she is scared, her heart beating very fast, she is irritated, and she yells: "Jiang Xiaolin, you are not stupid, this flowerpot can't hit me at all, you ran over to block what you think you are too dead Is it long!"

Not too long.

He was a conditioned reflex. The moment he saw the flowerpot, his judgment was zero, and he had only one thought in his head, and he had to push her away.

His head became hot, and he blurted out: "I'm just stupid, or how could I like you."

"..."

People are quiet, and the wind is quiet.

after a long time.

Jiang Xiaolin picked up the suit that had fallen on the ground. Everything was normal except for his blush and neck: "I broke my hand and can't drive the car. You take me to the hospital."

Tang Xiang was stunned: "Oh."

After the sports car with two six and two nines at the end of the license plate drove away, Ah Wan sneaked out of the dark and called his boss to report.

"Boss, the target number one has really come."

Target number one is Luo Changfang.

Of course there is number two, and number two is Jiang Xiaolin.

Ah Wan described this thrilling plot truthfully: "I saw someone on the roof. Target No. 1 was supposed to want to intimidate Mr. Tang with violence. He picked an angle and threw the flower pot, but Target No. 2 also came. Goal 2. No. 1 undermined Target No. 1’s intimidation plan.” He couldn’t help but express his personal opinion subjectively, “But I think No. 2 is a bit stupid. He ran over and smashed the flowerpot for nothing.”

That flowerpot was still a short distance from where Tang wanted to stand. It was not intended to hurt or kill, but to warn.

After listening to Jiang Zhi, he questioned: "What are you doing?"

Ah Wan answered smoothly: "I'm observing in the dark."

"What did I ask you to do?"

The tone is dangerous, with a hint of anger.

Ah Wan's back straightened involuntarily: "Protect Mr. Tang." He explained quickly, "I think the target number two is also here, so I temporarily make room for them so as not to hinder them from talking about love."

Jiang Zhi reiterated: "Don't be smart and protect Tang Xiang."

"Yes, boss."

The Fifth People's Hospital.

The doctor put a cast on Jiang Xiaolin's hand. The bone was not broken, but it was cracked and slightly displaced.

He came out of the emergency room with his arm hanging, with a thin sweat on his forehead: "The doctor said that my hand won't get better for a month or two. What are you going to do?"

Tang didn't want to look at him: "What should I do?"

He walked over, very close to her: "This is for your injury."

She was still holding his suit jacket, looking at him uncomfortable: "Then what do you want?"

He said concisely: "You have to pay."

"..."

The same as the computer with a broken screen.

His gaze haunted her. He had never been so hot before, and his gaze forced her to retreat. He said: "You can pay in installments."

Tang Xiang took a step back: "How to pay?"

He took two steps forward, bent down, his eyes met: "Come to my house for a month first."