【ABO】The bodyguard of the ruthless boss is too charming

It was already 05:30 in the morning after reading the manuscript, and there were still three and a half hours before the interview. Because of too much energy, Song Yan took some medicine and fell into a deep sleep.

Wu Xi sat on the chair, not feeling sleepy. Two months ago, he came back from the army, and because he was O, he was assigned to a remote place to do logistics work.

Two days ago, he suddenly received a notice saying that someone above called him to be a personal bodyguard.

On the way here, Wu Xi realized that the person calling for him was Song Yan.

The phone in his pocket kept vibrating, Wu Xi glanced at the bed, Song Yan was in a deep sleep, he got up, and went out lightly.

Walking to the corridor, Wu Xi pressed the answer button.

"Wu Xi, you kid didn't tell me when you came here!" On the other end of the phone was Wu Xi's roommate Chu Yan in the army.

When Wu Xi was bullied in the army, only Chu Yan extended a helping hand to him, and offered to live in a dormitory with him.

Chu Yan is a B, but he has an excellent overall quality in all aspects, and is deeply loved by the officers in the army. When he first came out, he was assigned to the most prosperous city A to do front-line work.

"I said, are you planning to break up with me when you come out of the army? If I hadn't found the phone number of your branch office, I really didn't know you came to City A." Chu Yan said dissatisfied.

Wu Xi said: "I'm sorry, I have been very busy during this time, so I didn't contact you."

Chu Yan was stunned for a moment, then sighed: "I'm joking with you, why are you so serious, where do you work now? Let's meet and talk."

Wu Xi pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, and said, "It's not convenient now."

"That's fine, call me when it's convenient for you, I'll go on a mission first."

"it is good."

The interview was carried out as scheduled at nine o'clock, and eight mainstream media outlets set up cameras and microphones, blocking the ward.

Standing outside the crowd, Wu Xi watched Song Yan deal with the media calmly. Apart from his pale face, he couldn't tell that he was someone who had just undergone surgery.

"Mr. Song, I heard that you were shot this time and you were seriously injured. Is it true?"

Song Yan raised the corners of his lips and showed a mean smile: "Where did you hear that?"

The little reporter was speechless, Song Yan raised his eyes slightly, and said lazily: "Continue, do you have any other questions?"

There was only a brief pause for a few seconds in the atmosphere, and the reporters behind scrambled to squeeze in and ask one question after another.

Wu Xi found that Song Yan had a casual attitude towards the questions raised by the reporters, and answered them as soon as he wanted to. If he didn't want to answer, he just refused to give face back. The manuscript he was asked to read last night was completely useless.

Near the end, a reporter who had been standing in the corner without making a sound suddenly rushed to the hospital bed, held up a microphone, and asked: "It has been rumored on the Internet that Ms. Wu's death two years ago was caused by Mr. What do you want to say, sir?"

There was an uproar at the scene. This interview was broadcast live. In just a few seconds, people all over the country saw this scene.

Xing Jiu's face was dark, and he pressed his throat and said: "What are you eating! Who told you to let this person in?!"

Wu Xi's ears were buzzing, his eyes passed through the crowd of reporters, and fell on the face of the man on the hospital bed, wanting to see a little bit of the truth about two years ago on that handsome face.

"Ah Xun is my legal wife, and I am more saddened than anyone else when she dies."

Wu Xi looked at Song Yan in the video, the high-definition lens perfectly displayed his facial features, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, thin lips and straight nose, his pale face softened the aggressiveness of his facial features.

The corners of the man's lips were raised, and the corners of his long and narrow eyes were slightly raised, revealing a bit of coolness.He half-closed his eyes and stared at the camera casually, like a wild beast in the hunt, which made Wu Xi behind the camera feel chilly.

After the report was over, the last video of the interview, which lasted less than a dozen seconds, went viral on the Internet, full of envious and nympho comments.

"Ah, wsl, is Song Yan so handsome?"

"If there is such a good man who loves me deeply, my death will be worth it."

……

Everyone has forgotten the original purpose of this interview.

Wu Xi watched this video no less than ten times, and he struggled to see a clue from Song Yan's expression.

But no, the man didn't even bother to pretend. He told everyone how much he loved Wu Xun in such an understatement, which can be regarded as a perfect answer, because no one would really care.

Footsteps sounded in my ears, Wu Xi returned to other pages, and a pair of leather shoes came into view.

"What are you doing here?" Xing Jiu said, "The boss has been looking for you."

After the interview, Song Yan was sent to the emergency room. It turned out that his wound had opened again, but this time the situation was much better than last night, because there was nothing important to do afterwards, and the doctor gave Song Yan an anesthetic.

Wu Xi stuffed the phone back into his pocket, stood up, and said flatly, "I'll watch the news."

"Don't worry, the company spent money to buy Hot Search, and the current evaluations are all favorable to the boss."

Fingernails stuck into the palm of his hand, and Wu Xi pursed his lips tightly. It turned out that Song Yan had already arranged all of this.

"By the way, the boss wants to eat preserved egg and lean meat porridge, so I want you to make it yourself." Xing Jiu said.

Wu Xi lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "It can't be done here."

"Don't worry, the ingredients and venue are ready, I'll ask someone to take you there."

Wu Xi couldn't refuse anymore, and said, "Where is the address? I can go by myself."

Xing Jiu looked at Wu Xi for a moment, and said, "Okay, come back within two hours."

The address is a private restaurant near the hospital. On the way there, Wu Xi bought a bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, wrapped it in something, and brought it into the back kitchen of the restaurant.

He poured the porridge he bought into the pot, turned on the heat and boiled it until it boiled. While waiting for the porridge to finish, Wu Xi went to the corridor to smoke a cigarette.

Just as the cigarette was lit, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old child emerged from the side, dressed in the uniform of a waiter.

"Any more? Can I have one?"

Wu Xi took out half a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it over. Seeing the smoke's eyes light up, the child carefully took out one.

"Thank you~" The child took a puff of cigarette, narrowed his eyes, showing a contented expression.

Wu Xi found it interesting and said, "It's all right."

"What are you doing here? Why haven't I seen you before?" the child asked curiously.

"I'll cook the porridge." Wu Xi himself felt a little funny when he said this, it was the first time for him to cook porridge with preserved egg and lean meat in such a high-end kitchen.

"Then your cooking must be delicious!"

Wu Xi shook his head, lightly exhaled the smoke, and said, "I bought it at the porridge shop next door, come here and heat it up."

The child's eyes widened in surprise, and he couldn't tell whether Wu Xi was telling the truth or a lie.