Urban God-level Bodyguard

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Zhang Xingyun unconsciously touched his nose, his old face turned red, and he turned his head to prevent Ling Xiaohan from seeing his awkward look.

"Xiaohan, please lower your voice!" Xiang Tian pulled Ling Xiaohan across her face, her face panicked. Every time she said something, she felt like a drum in her heart. If those people heard it, would you still let her go?

When the girl walked in front of the man in the black suit, somebody turned out her bag and had a hot drink. It was now autumn, and it was still cold when the sun was gone.

Ling Xiaohan here is the same as taking a gunpowder. No matter what the girl does, she has to sneer a few words. It is the so-called woman who is naturally jealous. Not to mention Ling Xiaohan's natural desire for such a life.

That's why Ling Xiaoya and Ling Xiaohan are sisters, and their personalities are too far apart.

From an early age when the ancestors were so curious about Mina and Zhang Xingyun, they could find that this girl was not born to be a calm master.

How could such a person not fantasize that he would hug and hug one day ago, with a group of younger brothers, enjoying the look of worship.

Think about it and make people drool.

But now, the person who realizes this dream is not her, but a girl who is in the same class and looks pretty.

When she came, she grabbed the eyes of many boys, which made Ling Xiaohan very uncomfortable, but because girls didn't like to talk and never argued with others, it seemed harmless, so Ling Xiaohan couldn't rush Let her vent.

But, is this girl's brain storming today? I have never seen anyone come to pick her up, so no one has confirmed what others said.

Seeing this scene now, isn't it true that the rumor has been implemented?

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. Those students who are watching don't believe that these people come here just to meet people.

They all know that there are people sitting in that position today. Although the number of people in the elective courses is limited, how can the goddess admirers not spread the news?

When Zhang Xingyun was still in the classroom, this matter was well known on campus.

Chen Kai was still staring at the men in black cars and black suits suddenly appearing in a daze, and he felt that a follower behind him pulled his clothes.

"What are you doing?" Chen Kai was interrupted, with a bad tone.

The little follower was startled, but thinking of what happened today, he still summoned up the courage to say it well, "Kai Ge, the one holding the dog is the man sitting next to the girl."

"What!" Chen Kai's eyes widened, and it was him, but he immediately reflected what happened.

The girl was sitting by the edge, and it was definitely not as simple as picking up a man with a man. It was definitely to teach this kid!

You know, I was warned by the people in the gang not to provoke the girl, so even if I wanted to be by her side, I dare not step forward.

Thinking of this, Chen Kai suddenly gave birth to a mind. Since everyone's purpose is the same, then he sells his personal feelings and solves the matter first, brushing his face with them, and mixing his faces.

In the future, your status in the black scorpion will not be too low, maybe even the boss depends on his face.

He had calculated in his mind that he was walking straight towards the girl under his feet.

Wang Longfei, who had lowered his sense of presence again and again, saw Chen Kai's movements and was so scared that his soul was almost gone. He quickly pulled him, "Kai Zi, what are you doing!"

Because of the anxiety, the tone of speech can't take care of that much.

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