Xie Chen looks very ordinary. When he stands next to the handsome Lin Yanqing, people will ask, Boss Lin, your bodyguard is very standard. Bodyguard Xie Chen smiles and nods without saying a word. The bodyguard has the rules of a bodyguard, just stand.
People in the industry joked: Boss Lin, your assistant has multiple jobs. You are a bodyguard, nanny, and assistant. I wonder if there are other professions. Are you really there 24 hours a day? Assistant Xie Chen was very humble: You are kidding, I am an assistant.
Yes, he is my assistant, a 24-hour assistant. He accompanies him when he works, he accompanies him when he is not working, he accompanies him when he sleeps, 24 hours a day.
Xie Chen no longer knew what his relationship was with Lin Yanqing. Eight years of sharing the same bed could not erase the hatred they had. He killed the person Lin Yanqing loved most, and Lin Yanqing destroyed all his dreams, the people he liked, and his superb Chinese painting. Lin Yanqing looked down upon all of this when he gave it to her, and she also looked down upon it when she destroyed it.
All because Xie Chen has a pair of hands that can tell the authenticity of porcelain when it touches it. Because of these hands, Lin Yanqing took a high look and forcibly detained them.
Note:
This article is a captive article and is somewhat abnormal. Those who are afraid of thunder should not enter.
In this article, the attack is insidious and vicious, while the reception is straightforward.
The author of this article is a bastard who likes to torture.
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