Little slag run

Depend on!What kind of trouble are the dead foreign devils here at this time!

Di Que angrily tore up the fleshy and sour love letter.

"Nie Xiaoqian! Come in for me!"

Di Que angrily pressed the call button and called the secretary's full Chinese name.

Soon, Nie Xiaoqian, Di Que's personal secretary, who was tall, fair, and slender-eyed, came in.

Nie Xiaoqian was the secretary Bi Shaoliang personally selected for Di Que as soon as he arrived at the company. She was a few years older than Di Que and followed him all the way to the present.

In fact, she is really good-looking, so that Di Que had overlooked her at first.

But this woman was born with the same dead face as Bi Shaoliang, and she also wore a pair of big glasses all day long, which made Di Que lose her appetite.

Being surrounded by such a gloomy and rigid old woman all day long, Di Que has been secretly scolding Nie Xiaoqian for really being indebted to her ghost.

"Di Shao, what's the matter?"

Look, it really is this mechanical and rigid tune again.

Di Que knocked on the table, pointed to the roses on the table and asked, "Who sent these flowers?"

"It was delivered by the flower shop opposite in the morning."

The flower shop opposite?

Di Que sprang up, jumped to the entire floor-to-ceiling window and looked out.

He set up his office on the second floor, mainly because he didn't want to climb up the stairs in case the elevator broke down, and the top floor was simply installed as a lounge, which is used for laziness when he has nothing to do.

So he looked out from here and clearly saw a stretched Cadillac parked on the side of the road opposite the building, and a tall Caucasian man smiled and waved at him.

Damn, I saw myself!

Di Que hastily withdrew his body in panic.

Do you already know who you are?It's haunting enough.

This mafia has nothing to do when they come to China?Why do you get in the way of publicity under his company.

Di Que walked for a few steps and suddenly remembered something, and said to Nie Xiaoqian: "You can take this flower, I'll give it to you."

"Oh."

It was this look of death that was neither surprised nor angry.

"Well...Xiaoqian, are you free tonight, may I treat you to dinner?"

Di Que suddenly winked at Nie Xiaoqian with a playful smile, and was desperate to find one before talking.

Nie Xiaoqian glanced at him calmly, and said coolly, "Young Master Di, I have been married for six years."

"Ah... I know, don't you feel bored with only one person every day? I remember that your husband seems to be on business trips a lot."

Di Que blinked hintingly, and smiled with a disgusting white face.

Nie Xiaoqian narrowed her eyes behind the glasses, reached out to hug the bouquet of red roses, said, "I don't think so.", turned and went out.

Di Que immediately lost his strength and lay down on the table with tears streaming down his face.

What a failure, even ignoring him with a dead face...

Why is he so unlucky?

Not to mention a lot of bad things with Chen Feng, there is still a gangster downstairs.

After a while, he won't be kidnapped directly when he goes out, and then raped and then killed, right?

I don't know if B&D's security guards can deal with that guy, just as Di Que thought about it, he rolled his eyes and denied it.

How about calling Chen Feng to pick him up after get off work?At any rate, he was safe with Chen Feng.

No, no, he will never see that old fox again.

Ever since he got involved with that old fox, even the last bit of his womanhood has disappeared...

No matter what, he had to find a "flower" emissary to protect him for a while, he couldn't stand that tall mafia guarding him downstairs all day.

Di Que hugged his little squirrel head and thought for a long time, and finally called Shang Shiyao.

Those cronies can't be counted on. If you want to let them know that you are being targeted by a mafia boss, you probably won't sympathize with them and help them.

Although Shang Shiyao will definitely embarrass him, but at least he is alone, so he can't make a big difference.

Shang Shiyao's size is definitely not inferior to Ivan, let's fight...

At least when he was beating him since he was a child, his skills were quite neat.

"Hello?" Shang Shiyao picked up the phone, and the background sound was bustling.

"Ah Yao..." Di Que immediately turned his voice, pinched his nose and began to pretend to be pitiful.

"Call me little uncle." It's a pity that Shang Shiyao didn't like Di Que from that day on.

Di Que immediately sat upright, and called out sweetly: "Little uncle."

"Huh? What's going on, don't you have something to ask me for?"

Shang Shiyao has been with Di Que since he was a child, and he knows how many moles he has on his body. There are very few times when he is so obediently called him little uncle, but recently the frequency has obviously started to increase.

"I really can't hide anything from you." When Di Que asked someone for something, he would slap his ass like a bang.

"Oh, what's the matter, let's talk about it." Shang Shiyao was quite generous.

Di Que yelled deliberately: "Your Meng Fan is coveted by foreign devils, come quickly and kill him!", but the last bit of conscience stopped him from thinking that the world would not be chaotic.

Therefore, Di Que was not afraid of losing face, and honestly explained what happened to him, but concealed all the parts that contained Chen Feng.

"Pfft, I didn't expect your love luck to have developed to cross the ocean, and men and women can take it all."

Sure enough, Shang Shiyao ruthlessly laughed at him without any conscience.

"Oh, it's not my fault for being beautiful. If you want to blame, you can only blame my old lady." Di Que shamelessly understood Shang Shiyao's words.

"Little uncle, come and pick me up from get off work tonight, I'm afraid to go home alone." After Di Que said this, he paused.

This...why does it sound a bit weird?

But forget it, anyway, what he said is the truth.

Shang Shiyao was also silent for a while, and then cursed loudly: "Damn, don't call me little uncle when you say such disgusting things, it sounds too fucking impure!"

Di Que was also in a hurry, and shouted: "Damn, I'm going to give my life here. Who cares if you are pure or not? Just tell me, do you accept it or not?"

"...Di Que, is this your begging attitude?"

As soon as Shang Shiyao showed a gloomy tone, Di Que softened immediately, and quickly continued to flatter him with a calm face: "Little uncle, you are the only one who can help me now. You said that among those cronies I made, which one can have you?" Is it reliable?"

After some intense negotiations, Shang Shiyao finally agreed to pick him up after get off work.

Di Que hung up the phone and laughed, feeling more and more clever.

Picking him up from get off work is just the first step, after that...

All in all, he has to be protected 24 hours a day to be safe.

Shang Shiyao kept his word and knocked on the door of Di Que's office on time after get off work.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Di Que sleeping in the boss chair with his chest covered with this material, and he didn't look frightened at all.

He walked over without hesitation, bent down and pinched Di Que's nose, and immediately woke Di Que up.

"Ah, you're here?" Di Que rubbed his eyes and stood up.

"Well, I didn't see any suspicious cars or people when I came here. Are you thinking too much?"

"The foreigner left at noon, but be careful sailing for ten thousand years, I'd better find someone to accompany me, so I can rest assured."

Shang Shiyao raised his eyebrows, showing an expression of not trusting Di Que.

"How did you get the injury on your face?" Shang Shiyao reached out and poked the Band-Aid on Di Que's face mercilessly.

"It hurts, it hurts." Di Que covered his face and glared at Shang Shiyao angrily, "I accidentally bumped into it."

"Hehe, I think you fought, right?" Shang Shiyao laughed.

Alas, why don't people in my own family trust him?

Depressed, Di Que sighed and said nonsense with his eyes open: "Actually, I got hurt last night when I was arguing with that underworld."

Now Shang Shiyao's expression became serious, and he took a closer look at Di Que's wound, and said in a bad tone: "That guy is rough on you? Don't let me meet him next time the fuck! You should be careful. Come on, I'll take you home."

"Don't, I won't go home. I'll go home with injuries, and my mother will definitely nag me again."

Shang Shiyao rubbed his chin, thinking about it.

His cousin would never believe Di Que's words, and it's not easy to tell others about Di Que's entanglement.

After much deliberation, Shang Shiyao could only let Di Que follow him first.

"Then follow me first, and I'll find a place to settle you down at night."

When Shang Shiyao said this, even he felt that he had become mature, stable, kind and affectionate.

"Ah Yao, you are so kind!" Di Que rushed forward excitedly and hugged Shang Shiyao without letting go.

"Call me little uncle!"

But when Di Que stood downstairs in the Wimberston Hotel, Di Que couldn't laugh anymore.

Shang Shiyao asked him to follow him, but brought him to the hotel instead...

The fact that the monk Shi Yao came to the hotel is not terrible in itself, but what is terrible is that it is the Wimberston Hotel.

First, that mafia named Ivan lives here.

Second, this hotel is owned by the old fox Chen Feng.

When he thought that the two people he least wanted to see might be there, Di Que felt a little unmotivated.

"This is the place you said you come to exercise every day?" Di Que asked unwillingly, pointing to this towering and magnificent building.

"correct."

The first floor of the Wimberston Hotel is a dedicated fitness and bathing center, which is not only open to hotel guests, but also accepts foreign members, and Shang Shiyao has issued an annual card here.

"Don't you hate Chen Feng? Why are you working out on his site?" Di Que couldn't understand.

As soon as Shang Shiyao mentioned Chen Feng, he felt depressed, and said with a dark face: "Do you think I am willing? Chen Feng gave Meng Fan a membership card here, and Meng Fan will come here to exercise when he is free. "The reason for co-authoring is to come here and wait for Meng Fan...

Di Que's mouth twitched.

"Then you don't have to come every day, do you? Let's go do something else today. I'll treat you to a movie." Di Quelai didn't want to go in at the gate.

Shang Shiyao grabbed his arm and pulled it in: "Let's go, I have a hunch that Meng Fan will definitely show up today. You haven't seen Meng Fan for a long time, you must miss him very much, let's meet. "

You must know that it is quite boring for him to go to this ghost place to exercise by himself every day. Now that Di Que is with him, he will not let him go easily.

Di Que flirted with Shang Shiyao at the entrance of the hotel, but in the end he was not as thick-skinned as Shang Shiyao, and couldn't stand the weird eyes cast on them by the crowd, so he was honestly dragged to the gym by Shang Shiyao.