C779 (1/2)

On the 779th, she came and was in a good mood. I'll see you at home tomorrow

”Well, let Miss Zhao have an early rest.”

”Well, that's it.”

Rong Jing put down the mobile phone, closed the magazine, sat there, looking out of the window at night, so happened to encounter harassment?

The car was galloping in the dark.

Zhao ChuChu looks up at the man in front of him. The car has good sealing performance. The sound outside can't fall in. The car is extremely quiet.

There was no music, as if both of them could breathe clearly.

Zhao ChuChu suddenly felt quite embarrassed and said to him, ”Hey, do you know where my home is? You just open it like this and don't ask me.”

”Where do you live, Miss Zhao?” Zhao ChuChu was surprised and angry when he asked sincerely, ”Why are you so --”

boring. Zhao ChuChu originally wanted to say it, but when he thought that it was impolite to say it, he changed his way: ”forget it, you can drive straight ahead and turn left on the Jiangnan Avenue. I'll tell you when that happens.”

”OK.”

Then there was silence. Zhao ChuChu was sitting in the back seat, holding his chest in his hands, looking out of the window at the street view of constantly retreating, but he felt totally different.

Uncle Zhao often drives to pick her up, but she won't feel very embarrassed. It's not all the same as the driver. Zhao ChuChu can't understand why his uncomfortable mood comes from.

”By the way, I found your skill is good,” Zhao ChuChu thought of the shadow at that time, and immediately came to be interested.

”Miss Zhao's skill is also good.” I didn't expect that Zhao ChuChu had such ability.

”That's right. I practiced Taekwondo since I was young, but it's still a lot worse than you.” Zhao ChuChu looks weak, but in fact, she is very assertive. She immediately leans forward, puts her hand behind the driver's seat, and asks excitedly, ”have you ever practiced?”

”Yes.”

”Have you ever been a soldier?”

The shadow took a look at Zhao ChuChu from the rearview mirror. He was shocked by the excited look on his face. Generally, Miss Qianjin had already cowered away from such a fight, but she was still interested.

”Yes, I did.”

”Special forces?”

”I think so.” The shadow's answer is ambiguous.

Zhao ChuChu can not be satisfied: ”what is it, as is when, not when is not when, where there is such a statement.”

Shadow had to help her solve the puzzle again: ”I used to be a mercenary.”

”Really, mercenary?” Zhao ChuChu immediately appeared in his mind the appearance of a powerful American soldier. He was fierce, tall and strong, heroic and extraordinary, full of blood and domineering.

She yearned for it, but at the same time she was very strange: ”why don't you become a soldier? Run to be a bodyguard for Gu Tianqing. Bodyguards are not as powerful as mercenaries. ”

In Zhao ChuChu's eyes, he was just an ordinary bodyguard, and the shadow was too lazy to explain. He simply said, ”if you retire from the army, you have to find a job to make a living.”