Passerby A died unlucky and changed his fate

Because his hand had not healed yet, Yan An thought that since there was nothing else to do, he planned to go to Beijing to sign the confidentiality agreement.

Before leaving, Butler Liu insisted that she take someone with her, and in the end Yan An took a bodyguard who did not speak the language with her on the road.

The bodyguard changed into sportswear, was quiet, and helped Yan An carry his schoolbag to block the crowded crowd. He was very conscientious and responsible.

Because he had a tough, hawk-like look, and was a foreigner, he was very eye-catching. But it was not a big deal. Yan An arrived in Beijing smoothly and safely.

She contacted Qian Lai in advance, so when she got to the foot of the mountain, Qian Lai was already waiting for her.

Yan An was a little confused when he saw that he didn't have any documents in his hand, "Where do I sign?"

Qian Lai tutted his words and looked at her dissatisfiedly, "What's wrong? You're so impatient now that you're no longer working for the boss. Why don't you come up and sit down with him?"

Yan An hurriedly shook his head, "How could that be? I'm just worried about delaying things."

Qian looked at her hands and said, "I can see that you are anxious, but don't be anxious yet.

The documents are with the boss, who's out working to support us employees and hasn't returned yet. You have to go upstairs with me to wait for him."

Yan An nodded and smiled at his words.

She could go up the mountain, but the bodyguard was politely stopped. With Yan An's nod, the bodyguard was invited by the staff to a nearby hotel.

But what Yan An didn't know was that bodyguards usually just stayed in the hotel overnight and would come to wait at the foot of the mountain during the day, with diligence and responsibility engraved on their minds.

Yan An wanted to carry the backpack himself, but Qian Lai naturally took it over and carried it.

He looked at her with amusement, "What kind of constitution do you have? Why do you always run into bad luck that other people would never encounter in their entire lives?"

Yan An turned his face away, "That's not right, I should say I was lucky enough to get through it all."

Qian Lai exclaimed, "Don't be surprised, it's exactly like that."

The corners of Yan An's straightened mouth slowly curved up, "Really?"

Qian Lai noticed Yan An's change in mood and said with a smile, "You are similar to that auspicious beast that turned evil."

"Ahem, that's an exaggeration." Yan An waved his hand.

When they got to the mountain, Yan An thought she would only have to wait for a few hours or an entire afternoon, but when she saw Qian Lai show her the room he had tidied up, she was a little dumbfounded.

"Does it take so long?"

Qian Lai sighed, "You also know how busy he is."

So Yan An stayed.

On the second night, she felt someone pulling her hand, and she immediately slapped him.

"it's me."

Hearing Song Bojian's voice, Yan An stopped in time.

She sat up and looked in surprise at Song Bojian who was removing the bandage on her hand.

"When did you come back?"

"tonight."

"What are you..."

"Apply some medicine to you. I heard you were seriously injured."

"It's actually not bad."

Originally, the only light in the room was moonlight coming in from the floor-to-ceiling windows. Yan An was afraid that he couldn't see clearly, so he used his free hand to turn on the desk lamp.

Only then did Yan An see that Song Bojian was still wearing a white shirt and black suit pants. He obviously hadn't changed his clothes yet, as if he had just returned.

Song Bojian opened the round white porcelain bottle, and a refreshing medicinal fragrance wafted out.

"It smells so good," she sighed.

"This can help your wound heal faster. Remember to apply it yourself afterwards. It can also remove scars. There is no problem if I do it myself." Song Bojian lowered his eyes, his face was calm and beautiful, and his voice was emotionless.

But Yan An had a vague idea that he was some kind-hearted Buddhist who had traveled through time from ancient times, saving people from suffering without asking for anything in return.

So kind.

After applying the medicine on one hand, he re-bandaged it, moving with the same skill as when he had removed the bullet from his leg.

After a while, both of Yan An's hands were re-wrapped.

When he put his hand close to his nose, the pleasant smell of medicine became more obvious. Finally, Yan An put his hand close to his nose and sniffed it hard.

A light laugh suddenly rang out.

"It's not catnip, how could it smell so good?" Song Bojian's mouth curled up slightly.

"It smells really good." Yan An nodded affirmatively.

When she came to her senses, she realized something was wrong. Cats like to smell catnip.

Song Bojian thinks she looks like a cat? ?

If she felt like an animal, she would be more like a snail.

Then I heard him say, "I love to sleep. I would rather sit than stand, and I would rather lie down than sit, just like the fat cats basking in the sun in various places in the temple."

Yan An, "..." It can't be said that it doesn't look like it, it's actually hard to refute.

When you are working, you work. When you are not working, you naturally have to lie down. Isn’t it uncomfortable to lie down?

After that, Song Bojian left. Yan An smelled his hand and soon fell asleep again.

When Yan An got up the next day, Song Bojian was no longer in the villa, and Qian Lai was looking at his phone on the sofa.

He looked at his phone and said, "The boss has gone to work. The agreement is on the table. Just take a look and sign it. Are you in a hurry to leave?"

If you're in a hurry to leave, take the Chinese medicine the boss prescribed for you. Wait half an hour, and the medicine will be ready."

Yan An held his hand in his hand for a moment, then sat down on the sofa silently, glanced at the agreement, turned to the last page and signed.

After signing, she closed the agreement, got up and strolled outside the villa for a while.

It was a nice place with birds singing and flowers blooming, and it was quiet and peaceful. She naturally wanted to stay longer, but she was no longer an employee and had no reason to come back.

Now that Song Bojian has not intervened between the male and female protagonists, it is already the best development.

Yan An raised his hand at some point and smelled it again.

This medicinal scent is really amazing, is it possible to make it into perfume?

Half an hour later, Yan An finished a bowl of medicine and ate some snacks, and Qian Lai nodded.

When sending Yan An down the mountain, he told her to drink and apply medicine every day.

Yan An expressed his deep gratitude for their care and asked about the assistant.

Qian Lai glanced at her and said, "I've found an assistant. Don't worry, this assistant is a big guy now, but he's not as strong or as quick as you."

Yan An smiled and said, "Just practice a little more and it will be fine. I'm really sorry for not being able to hand over the work."

Qian Lai covered his ears and said, "I'm stressed out after hearing your apology. Be careful on the road."

After getting off the cable car, Yan An was a little surprised to see the foreign bodyguard in the security booth.

She was thinking of going to the hotel to find him.

The bodyguard saw her coming down and out of the security booth, and took Yan An's bag and the large cloth bag in her hand.

After feeling that the thing in his hand did not seem to contain anything dangerous, he relaxed.

Qian Lai pushed his glasses up and looked at Yan An with a gentle smile, "Well, goodbye, former assistant."

Yan An waved and got into a taxi, leaving Cishan.

Looking at the scenery rapidly receding outside the car window, she thought it would be better not to see it again, as it meant that Song Bojian had completely gotten rid of the entanglement of his supporting male role.

Yan An returned to his rental house and searched online for a translation to thank his elder brother for taking care of him these days.

The eldest brother pointed to the earphones on his ears and said, "Translator."

Yan An suddenly realized and thanked him directly in Mandarin, saying that he no longer needed to take care of her.

The eldest brother didn't say anything, but the next day when Yan An went out to find a reliable martial arts gym, he saw the bodyguard brother next door who was about to go out.

Yan An, “…”

Bodyguard: "Good morning, the young master asked me to follow you. He said he was afraid that your mouth would be no spoon, so he asked me to watch you."

Yan An's mouth twitched a few times, "Colander?"