After being disabled, I hired a bodyguard

It was the hottest period of summer, and there was pouring rain in the sky. It was only after noon, and the clouds were as thick as an upside-down big bowl, and the whole Xinlin was covered in it.

Wang Shan was also under this big bowl. The vegetation on the mountain was blown left and right by the strong wind, like a group of demons dancing wildly, as if they could collapse at the waist in the next moment.

The mountain road in Wangshan is rugged. In recent years, a winding mountain road has been newly built. The road is level, but it still has a series of twists and turns.I don't know when it started, the mountain road was used as a track by some racing clubs, and a "life-and-death race" would be staged every now and then.

Although the relevant departments expressly prohibit it, it is in the mountains after all, and the management is neglected.No one can stop a person from dying. There are often drag racing parties who drive too high and fall off the cliff, so this mountain road is also known as the "Road of Death".

Wangshan is also known as "Dead Mountain".

Today's heavy rain is a good time to drag racing to death.

I don't know which "death squad" contracted today's death track. There are four or five cars rushing to reincarnate on the mountain road, as if "as long as I drive fast enough, the king of hell will not be able to catch me."

The team is full of supercars, starting with a very eye-catching red car, with "sultry gas" spraying from the rear, and it is desperately crushing into the rain.

Sitting in the car was a rather handsome man, he could not tell his age, he could be thirty or twenty.Although he looks handsome like a star, he is not very handsome, and when the corner of his mouth is slightly raised, his expression looks quite frivolous.

He was holding the steering wheel with one hand, and a voice was coming from the intercom in the other hand:

"Brother Yan! I am convinced! No one can compare to you in terms of death!"

"Don't be so hard," He Yanzhi glanced at the rearview mirror, the others were already far away by him, and he could only vaguely see a vague dot dotted on the back, "Can you do it? No, don't come , coaxing someone to challenge a death track."

The front windshield had long since been covered with frosted glass by the heavy rain, and the vision was so blurred that you could basically only see the road ahead, with no distinction between humans and animals ten meters away.

The convoy continued to chase after each other in such bad weather, and someone said on the intercom: "Brother Yan, we have the ability to open the roof!"

"Fuck you," He Yanzhi turned a sharp turn in his sports car, the roar of the car engine was intertwined with the sound of rain, "I'm here for racing, not to take a bath!"

"Haha! What's so bad about taking a shower, play with your wet body! Didn't you accept an advertisement for selling your lust two days ago..."

"Shut up, Wu dog!"

A voice that hadn't spoken before also intervened: "If you want me to say that brother Yan is really a master of death, he just won that award yesterday, and today he ran out for a racing car, are you not afraid of accidentally meeting the King of Hades? "

"When I see the King of Hades, I see the King of Hades," He Yanzhi said nonchalantly, "Anyway, I have no regrets about dying now, except that I haven't found a suitable partner to talk to...fuck me? What...day!"

"...Brother Yan? Brother Yan!"

Facts have proved that sometimes words really cannot be said indiscriminately, and flags really cannot be erected randomly.

"Hey... it hurts..."

Waking up from the dream for the umpteenth time, He Yanzhi only felt that his chest was suffocated, he was almost out of breath, his body was exhausted and in pain, as if he had just been run over by a car in a heavy rain, his whole body was soft and wet, and he had a little strength I can't even pick it up.

He moved his arms with difficulty, picked up the phone next to his pillow, pressed the screen to turn on and squinted - three o'clock in the morning.

Immediately after he let go, the phone slipped from his palm again. He stared blankly at the ceiling for a while, and sighed softly.

Four months ago, he and a group of cronies raced on the "death track" in Wangshan. He didn't kill himself, but he became "half dead" - the wind was so stormy that day, the wind broke the trees, and the car he drove was the first to bear the brunt. Being hit by a flying branch, he accidentally rushed out of the mountain road and fell down the cliff.

However, "the scourge lasted for a thousand years", even Yan Wang Laozi didn't like to accept him. He was trapped in the wrecked car for three hours before being found by the rescue team, and he was still alive.

Then he lay in the ICU for another two months. He was just discharged from the hospital 20 days ago and returned to his small villa to continue recuperating.

He Yanzhi was so frightened by the nightmare, and couldn't fall asleep again for a while, so he had to pick up the phone that fell on the bed again, clicked on Weibo with blurred eyes, and searched for his name in the search bar.

The negative news related to him is overwhelming - he can be regarded as a public figure, he has been in the entertainment industry for ten years, and he is quite famous, with fans everywhere.

However, he has a bad temper, hates whomever he catches, greets eighteen generations of ancestors all day long, and has a bad private life. It can be said that he has no advantages other than good looks and acting skills, so his reputation is quite poor.

The day before his car accident, he had just attended the awards ceremony, and won a broken award that the first-line stars could not see, and the eighteenth-line stars could not touch. Friends go racing to celebrate and seek excitement.

Then you make yourself into the virtue you have now.

He flicked his fingers slowly on the screen, looked at the insulting remarks with a cold face, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and sneered.

Anyway, he is black and red, so just scold him, it doesn't matter, the biggest difference is that when he was still awesome, some people dared not speak up because of his wealth and power, but now the trees are falling and the monkeys are scattered, and the walls are falling and everyone pushes them away. , Come and step on him if you have anything to do.

He Yanzhi sighed again, and said in his heart: Not being popular is really a blemish.

The most scolded by netizens is nothing more than saying that he "deserves death", that this kind of rubbish can still win prizes, it is a waste of quota and so on, and the word that is mentioned the most is "deserves it".

Coincidentally, the last film he made before his accident was called "Deserve It".

He Yanzhi put the phone away, put the back of his hand on his forehead to cover his face, and the curve of the corner of his mouth gradually straightened—he deserved it, who asked him to do it.

But he doesn't seem to regret it very much. If he does it all over again, he still has to do it.

Anyway, what he did was his own life, and he was the one who suffered, and it didn't bother others.

It's not his secret to win the award. Whether his acting skills are good or bad has nothing to do with whether he wants to die or not.

This life is too boring, what fun is there other than dying.

He turned his head to look out the window, the curtains were not drawn tight, the moonlight was peeking in through the gap, falling on him, touching it cautiously.

He stayed in the hospital for three months, but he felt that his whole body was crippled—in fact, he was crippled. Although he was wearing a seat belt when he fell off the cliff, he was still thrown into a fool by the [-]-degree "fatal roll" , the injury was so serious that the hospital didn't even want to treat him, so he was forced to save his life by krypton gold, and barely survived.

The spine was twisted when the car rolled over, and the rescue was affected by the bad weather. When he was sent to the hospital, there was no cure.

Four months later, I still have no feeling in my legs.

He Yanzhi closed his eyes quite tiredly, retracted his arms into the quilt, his whole body was sickly, his face was as white as a ghost, and his body was so thin that he almost lost his shape.

Filming is impossible anymore. No production team needs a disabled person to act as a disabled person. Fortunately, I have saved a lot of money over the years, so I can retire directly.

He is neither old nor young, and he is quite comfortable alone—but it is a bit too boring, and he is the only living creature living in such a big villa, which is too deserted and not very convenient.

He Yanzhi was dazed for a while, but still couldn't fall asleep. The neuralgia hurt endlessly, like a troublesome brat, forcing you to wake up from a dream, pestering you all the time, insisting on tormenting you to exhaustion Just give up.

He tried for a long time on the verge of taking painkillers, but he was still too lazy to get up and pour water.

He was a little delirious from the pain, and he wanted to shout but couldn't. He had a bad temper in the past, but he became more irritable due to injuries and illnesses in the past two months. He was afraid of angering the people around him, so he didn't even dare to hire a nurse.

It was already winter, and the dawn was late, and he tossed and turned for a long time without seeing the sun come out.So he picked up his phone for the third time, opened Weibo in a daze, poked a random scolding post, and went up to greet the whole family first.

Anyway, he has already hacked to this point, and he doesn't care about adding a few more strokes.

It stands to reason that after such a long time, his enthusiasm should have dissipated. The reason why he has been gang-fucked by netizens for so long is entirely his own doing-every night in the middle of the night when he wakes up in pain and cannot sleep, he will go to Weibo to curse people Venting anger, scolding whatever was unpleasant, naturally aroused public outrage. In a few months, fans lost about two million.

In fact, when he was teasing people in the middle of the night, his mind was not so clear-headed, and he didn't know what he posted. It was purely because it could distract him and make him feel more comfortable.

At this point, most people are asleep, and those who get up early are still awake, so his comments often don't get an immediate response.

Today, however, is an exception.

The person he "flipped" seemed to be a night owl too. He probably bought a house on Weibo, and he received a reply within half a minute after posting his comment.

He Yanzhi raised his eyebrows slightly, inexplicably feeling that the feeling of being greeted by his family members was a bit comfortable - anyway, he didn't have any family members, so he should go ask Hades to greet him.

He scolded passionately with the other party for half an hour. He didn't know if he fell asleep or something, but suddenly he didn't return.

He felt dull for a moment. He was "fortunate" to a "beautiful concubine" tonight, and he was a little physically exhausted, and he didn't have the energy to look for other "harem beauties".

His consciousness became more and more blurred. Before he was dragged away by Duke Zhou, he seemed to poke at a contact person and sent a message.

[He Yanzhi (05:23): My brother can help me find a bodyguard, the requirements are not high.

Gender: same as me

Age: younger than me (at least five years old)

Height: taller than me

Appearance: prettier than me

Personality: Just be obedient

Monthly salary: 60000

Contact: 18808088808

Address: Area A of Xinyue Community, call to contact]