[Daddy's rough guy bodyguard attack x Arrogant and poisonous tongue beauty's bodyguard]
Shen Zhaoyang, a former special soldier, is now a walking hormone in the security industry. He can break steel bars with his bare hands, but he got a hot potato - working as a 24-hour bodyguard for Xie Qingyue, the noble prince of the Xie family.
Xie Qingyue, tall and long-legged, wearing a suit and leather shoes, has a beautiful face that confuses all living beings, but a mouth that can poison people within a ten-mile radius.
Squeamish, picky, difficult to maintain, and has many rules:
"Two meters away from me, but the sun has to be blocked in front of me."
"You don't even know what I like to drink? My salary will be deducted!"
"Stretch your hand over here and help me... Tsk, your hands are too rough. It's better not to touch me."
Shen Zhaoyang silently took notes: It's difficult to serve, so add more money.
Later, the ancestors were still the ancestors, but their painting style suddenly changed.
It was raining, and Xie Qingyue squeezed under his umbrella wearing limited-edition leather shoes, with a look of disgust on his face: "Your umbrella is so small, half of my shoulders are wet."
Shen Zhaoyang silently leaned over the umbrella again, thinking: coquettish.
The tip of my ear heard the man add in a low voice: "I will reimburse you double the amount of umbrella money when I go back."
Xie Qingyue was out of breath while running at night, "I can't run..."
Shen Zhaoyang slowed down silently and sneered in his heart: Waste.
The next second, his wrist was hooked by cold fingertips: "Pull it, it will be counted as three times the overtime pay."
Until one day, Xie Qingyue had a fever of 39°C. He huddled up in his coat and the tip of his nose was red.
Shen Zhaoyang went to pour water, but turned around and saw the man secretly hiding the pills in his palm.
He lowered his face and said, "Take it out."
Xie Qingyue's eyelashes fluttered, and his voice was so hoarse that it felt sticky: "Bitter."
Shen Zhaoyang's forehead jumped: "Ancestor, how old are you this year?"
Small theater
Shen Zhaoyang squatted down with the medical kit and reluctantly bandaged the 'eldest lady', "Do you need to bandage your hand even if it is cut by paper?"
"You take care of me!"
After a while, Xie Qingyue asked: "Shen Zhaoyang, do you think I'm difficult to maintain since I've been irritating you?"
"You must think that I am squeamish in your heart."
Shen Zhaoyang lowered his head and continued to wrap gauze for him.
"Aren't you acting coquettishly?"
Xie Qingyue:......
Intention: More madness, less internal friction
