You Agreed to Be a Personal Guard, but You Fish Next to Me Every Day?

​Su Qinghan, a national-level glamorous actress, has the ceiling of good looks in Chinese domestic entertainment. Recently, a series of threatening letters written in blood and frequent accidents on the set put her safety in crisis. In order to protect her, the company used top connections, offered a million-dollar annual salary, and hired a retired legend from a mysterious department who was rumored to be "able to level the Shura field with one sword." ​Looking at the man in the passenger car of the nanny car who was wearing flip-flops, big pants, eating five-yuan spicy sticks, and was cursing because he met the gangster Zhong Kui in qualifying. ​Su Qinghan suffered from high blood pressure: "Return the goods! Get him out immediately! Even if I die outside, I will never want the protection of this bastard!" ​Chen Jibai sighed and put away his phone: "Boss Su, I have used the deposit to recharge game skins, and there will be no refund. Otherwise, will I act as a self-defense for you?" Later... The crew member's wire broke, and while holding the watermelon, he steadily picked her back up in mid-air with one hand; The capital tycoon forced him to drink at the dinner. He pushed the door in wearing flip-flops, pressed the tycoon's head into the soup basin, and packed up the Australian lobster on the table; When foreign mercenaries besieged the press conference, he put down the unfinished game extremely impatiently and used a chopstick to teach the other party how to behave in the next life. Su Qinghan (blushing): "Sister Chen, change his bodyguard contract to a lifetime contract... No, change it to a marriage certificate. The kind that stays with you 24 hours a day." ​Chen Jibai put out his cigarette butt and looked wary: "Boss Su, this is a value-added service, so you have to pay extra!"