"With a monthly salary of 30,000 yuan, you will be mine." The lady in front of her, Yu Qianxi, looked at him with the eyes of inspecting the goods. "You just need to ensure my safety, especially... Guard against my 'good husband'."
From then on, Manlou took off his blue and yellow jersey and put on a crisp suit. He thought that the daily life of a bodyguard was to stop bullets and defuse bombs, but unexpectedly, he was facing his employer's flirtatious advances alone late at night.
On the other side, the proprietress whom he helped, Wen Mian'er, always kept a warm yellow light on for him late at night when he returned from exhaustion.
"Brother, my sister will always have your hot noodle soup here." The warmth and indescribable charm of the market are hidden in the smile that spreads across her eyes.
The undercurrent of the wealthy family is surging, and the noble lady's husband secretly lays a trap; the market is as warm as spring, and the landlady's tenderness is inseparable.
In this whirlpool of power, sex, and fireworks, how can Manlou use a pair of delivery fists to break the mystery of the wealthy family and protect the tenderness he cares about?
