The bodyguard I picked up is BOSS

"Mr. Fu, can you accept our interview now?"

The person who spoke was a reporter from an unscrupulous magazine. This magazine often fabricated all kinds of false information, and even put online speculation that he was a bisexual person on the inside page.Fu Ling had already clearly remembered the journalists who were traveling, so he recognized these faces as soon as they appeared at the door.

The moment Fu Ling saw the camera, she jumped up, and when she pushed the person out, she slammed the door shut and pressed the small lock.

"You got the wrong person!"

The flashing light kept coming in through the glass in the middle of the ward door, like lightning piercing through the night in summer night, with a shape like a ghost's claw, and a strong light that almost shattered people's hearts.

He hurriedly called his agent, but the other artist was accompanying another artist under him to participate in a brand event, so he couldn't get out of it at all.

"They are blocking the door of my ward now, you can just call two people from the company!"

Fu Ling has a slight camera phobia.

Normally, people with this symptom would not be engaged in acting.But he may be a relatively unlucky person by nature. When he first debuted, he especially enjoyed being glamorous in front of the camera.But after countless magazines wrote countless articles full of malice, he began to be afraid.

Because he has fine lines at the end of his eyes when he smiles, he is said to be "senile at a young age", because he puts on lipstick before going on stage, so he is said to be "the demon is neither masculine nor feminine", almost everything he does All can become a vicious guide, so he is extremely afraid of being secretly photographed, because he doesn't know what it will be written in, or it will become a talking point for people to laugh at in what kind of unfashionable way.

"They're at my door!"

"Then close the door and don't let them in." The agent said nonsense, "Fu Ling, I have 3 artists under me now, it's impossible for me to rush over if you have anything to do, right? It can’t be duplicated. Besides, being photographed is not a bad thing, at least it can create some heat.”

Yes, heat, that's why the company signed him and has been using him.

Fu Ling hung up the phone, but he had to use all his strength to block the door, because no one knew whether these people who were no longer qualified would suddenly open the door.

"Sorry, everyone, this is a hospital. It is not convenient for our patients to be interviewed, please go out."

Xiao Boyan stopped him and asked several other male doctors to help.But reporters sometimes don't care about etiquette and quality for the sake of news.

"Mr. Fu is an old friend of our magazine. I heard that he is sick, so we must come to visit."

Fu Ling was so angry that his nostrils were smoking, "Nonsense! Why do you write mine indiscriminately, you, don't you know it! Hurry up! No, or I will be impolite!"

He started to stutter a little.Just like the countless confrontations before, he always couldn't say a complete sentence when it came to this kind of time.

The leading reporter was Tang Zhonghe, who was famously old and cunning, and he even showed a very concerned attitude:

"Mr. Fu, I know you are sick and in a bad mood. But as old friends for so many years, we are of course obliged to understand your condition. Is there any problem with your pheromone? Why did you come to Phil Hospital?"

This has gone straight to privacy.

If Fu Ling said no, then he could write "Refused to Admit Pheromone Disorder", and if he said yes, then he could write something more.

Xiao Boyan's face darkened, and there are not many people who can make him take back his smile. Even Zhang Qian before, he also smiled lightly:

"Sir, my patient does not want to be interviewed now, please get out immediately."

Tang Zhonghe didn't ask the camera to retract the lens, but let him point it directly at the glass of the door, because it could capture Fu Ling's arm.

"This must be the famous Dean Xiao, right? Hey, don't you need to be so nervous, we're just interviewing. You must have an unusual relationship because you protect him so much?"

"It's not your turn to talk about my relationship with him. The interview also depends on the person's wishes. He doesn't want to be interviewed now. Can everyone go back?"

Tang Zhonghe negotiated several more words, but Xiao Boyan never backed down.Since he knew Fu Ling, he had experienced too many distorted "news".There was even one time when the two of them went to dinner, he was photographed from the back by the paparazzi, and just from the back, he was also described as "the benefactor of Fu Ling".

Tang Zhonghe has been in the circle for so many years, and his methods have long been limited to polite negotiations.I saw him winking at a camera assistant, who let out a cry of pain and fell down slowly leaning against the gun.

"Hey, hey!" Tang Zhonghe immediately grabbed Xiao Boyan, "Dean, our colleague just fell when Fu Ling pushed him out. It seems to be quite serious. Although Fu Ling is a star, he was injured. People have to be responsible, right? No matter what, he should come out and explain clearly, right?"

Although Xiao Boyan specializes in pheromones, the basic symptoms of the human body can be seen.The man pretended to wrinkle his face together in pain, but his face was as rosy as usual, and his forehead was not sweating, obviously from touching porcelain.

"This is a hospital. If there is any problem with his body, he can be checked out immediately. Is there a real problem, or is it Porcelain? Do you want me to call the police to judge?"

When Tang Zhonghe heard this, he was even more excited, "Wow, wow! Then we don't need to go in to shoot, and we can make news right here at the door. What do I want to write? Hmm... How about 'Fu Ling's pheromone erupts and injures passers-by'?"

"you!"

Xiao Boyan was very skillful in dealing with people on the stage, but when he met a scoundrel like Tang Zhonghe, it was like a scholar meeting a soldier, and there was no way at all for a while.Neither was calling the police, nor was it driving people away. Just when Fu Ling had no choice but to open the door, there was a sudden scream from outside the door.

"what--"

The owner of the cry is Tang Zhonghe.Almost no one realized what happened. In a second, Tang Zhonghe, who was alive and well, fell to the ground.

"Ouch! Ouch ooh—"

Even Tang Zhonghe himself was confused, only felt a dark shadow flying in front of his eyes, and the next moment, he fell to the corner of the wall, followed by severe pain on his cheekbone.

"Huh?" Fu Ling was stunned, and quickly looked out through the glass, "Did the gods come down to deal with the bastards?"

But, there are no gods in this world, but there are many deified people who draw their swords to help at critical moments.

I saw that the sticky spirit who was driven out by him just now came out from nowhere, and was blocking his door in the posture of a superman taking off, blocking all the mobs one meter away.

"Bully Brother Ling, you should hit him!"

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-01-1617:33:23~2020-01-1711:04:10期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Dilan O_O; 3 bottles of Zhiyu Chumeng;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!