"May I have your name?"

"My name is Lin Weishi. I am from the south and I go to college in the capital." Lin Weishi replied.

Meng Xiang looked at the little pitiful house with only one bedroom. It was obvious that she lived alone. Master Lin Wei seemed to see his surprise and said while giving him a light massage: "My family is very poor and I can't afford my tuition, so I came to the capital by myself. The tuition was earned by myself as part-time jobs. This is the house I rented." Speaking of this, a hint of pride appeared on Master Lin Wei's face, and Meng Xiang saw it and didn't say anything.

"Okay." Lin Wei clapped her hands, looked at her achievements with a smile, and said to Meng Xiang, "You are seriously injured, but you are in good health. Just take a rest."

"Thank you." Meng Xiang said lightly, and a hint of disappointment appeared on Master Lin Wei's face.

Meng Xiang stood up, "I said, I'm very tired, I'll just take a break. After resting, I'll leave by myself, and I'll disturb you." As he said that, he walked to the only worn sofa in the living room. He fell down and ignored Master Lin Wei, and put Master Lin Wei next to him, feeling at a loss.

A blush appeared on Mr. Lin Wei's face. She was a conservative girl. Suddenly, a strange man appeared and swaggered in his living room. It was really hard to accept. She murmured a few words and turned to the bedroom.

It was already afternoon when Meng Xiang woke up. When he woke up, he felt a split headache. He hammered his forehead and looked around. It took him a long time to recall what happened last night. Meng Xiang sat up with difficulty, his body had almost recovered, but his abdomen still had a slight pain. After drinking a big sip of water, he felt much better.

Master Lin Wei had already left and the door was closed. Meng Xiang couldn't help but smile and locked himself, a stranger at home. I don't know if it was because of her innocence or her courage.

Meng Xiang found some food to fill his stomach in the house, then picked up his clothes and was surprised. The coat had been washed and dried by Master Lin Wei. Meng Xiang smelled it and emitted a faint fragrance. A strange feeling suddenly appeared in his heart. This feeling was something he had never experienced since childhood. Except for the leader of the Bru, no one cared about him so much. Living in the terrifying murder training machine of the dynasty, it was full of cruelty and killing. Students, students and instructors, and even instructors and instructors were threatening each other, and life and death were often on the front line. Therefore, Meng Xiang was unable to adapt to this kind of care for a while.

Meng Xiang shook his head, put on his clothes, put his US dollar cash on the table, and opened the door and went out.

Meng Xiang understood that he would never be involved in this kind of care, and he didn't want to have contact with this simple girl, as that would only harm her. Although he killed countless people, he was not yet able to harm innocent people. However, one day in the future, Meng Xiang would overturn such remarks by himself, but he just didn't admit it.

Walking in the alleys, Meng Xiang was going to find someone, the only person he knew in China now, and a crazy person, a hot dog.

Hot Dog, a madman who Meng Xiang met while on a mission in Beijing a year ago, a total madman. He tricked Meng Xiang, who had just met for a day, into a sealed warehouse and solemnly said to the latter, "I have asked someone to hide guns and ammunition in this warehouse in advance. Why do we both go in empty-handed and attack each other with the guns we found to see who will knock down the other party first. Don't worry, I am very fair, and I don't know where these guns and ammunition are hidden. By the way, this warehouse is sealed. If we have to go to the West to win and lose in the specified time..."

Looking at the smiling face of the hot dog thief, Meng Xiang just walked into the warehouse indifferently. As the two were about to suffocate, Meng Xiang won with a slight advantage. The hot dog gasped and shouted loudly at the door of the warehouse: "Wait, where is your home? I will have a duel next year." Meng Xiang directly ignored his provocation.

As a result, before Meng Xiang returned to America, Hot Dog said: "If you can't make a living there, come to me and make sure you eat, drink and have fun, hehe..."

Looking back on these past events, he couldn't help but smile. His words at the beginning turned out to be a reality. He couldn't survive, at least in America.

Standing in front of a small restaurant, Meng Xiang looked at it and walked straight in.

"Sir, how many?"

Meng Xiang continued to walk forward.

"Sir, sir, have you made an appointment?" Meng Xiang ignored the waiter's words and searched around the restaurant. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he walked towards the innermost dining table.

"I'm here." He said lightly.

The man at the dining table had a flat head, a large earring hanging on his right ear, and the front closure was open. Although he was a little handsome, he looked like a gangster. He stared at Meng Xiang for a minute, and suddenly he sat up straight in his eyes in fright, and his eyes were excited. He was the hot dog. "Boss, he...he..." The waiter said with a sad face.

"Okay, okay, I understand, go ahead and go." The hot dog waved his hand and sent the waiter away. He kept looking at Meng Xiang, his eyes full of smiles.

"How come, it's rare that you still remember me. Do you want to have a duel with me? Humph, I won't lose to you this time. I have recently studied a new way of playing. You'll listen..."

"Hey," Meng Xiang interrupted him.

"What are you doing?" Hot Dog said impatiently.

"I left the dynasty."

"Oh, I'm leaving, huh? What?" Hot Dog woke up and stared at Meng Xiang with wide eyes, "Betray?"

To be honest, Meng Xiang doesn't like others saying that he was the one who betrayed him because Meng Xiang felt that the dynasty had betrayed him first. He didn't answer.

"Oh, I understand." Hot Dog nodded exaggeratedly. "Then you are here..."

"Give me a job." Meng Xiang said straight to the point.

"Bad, go to the human resources market to find a job, I'm just the owner of a small restaurant."

Hot Dog's words can only be deceived by others. Could it be that Meng Xiang didn't know that he, the restaurant owner, was just a cover-up. He was actually one of the "burly" members of the famous mercenary organization in China? Under Meng Xiang's cold gaze, Hot Dog compromised, "Oh, okay, for our sake, um? By the way, I don't know your name yet?"

"Meng Xiang." He said coldly.

"Meng Xiang?" The hot dog touched his chin and savored, "It's a strange name, but I like it." He snapped his fingers, "I happen to have a job here, with a high salary and a large amount of oil. Whether you can do it well depends on you."

"What?"

"bodyguard."

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