Seeing that Zhang Yifeng did not follow him upstairs, Ye Zhimei did not persist.
She turned around and planned to enter the community, but after taking two steps, as if she thought of something, she suddenly stopped and ran back again.
In Zhang Yifeng's confused eyes, Ye Zhimei stood up on tiptoes slightly, kissed Zhang Yifeng's lips, and then entered the community without looking back. If you look carefully, you will find that Ye Zhimei's face is red.
Although Ye Zhimei was usually generous, she still took the initiative to kiss a boy, and her heart was beating fast. She touched her lips with her hand, as if she was reminiscing about the touch just now.
"Here I go, I got ripped off."
Zhang Yifeng smiled faintly and touched his lips, then turned around and took a taxi back to the Rainbow Hotel.
At this time, Zhang Yifeng took out the key and was about to open the door when Xiaofang's voice came from Suite No. 9 behind him.
"Sister Ting, he is back."
Behind her, the door of Suite No. 9 opened, and Fang Keting walked out. She looked at Zhang Yifeng, breathed a sigh of relief and said: "We kept knocking on your door this afternoon, but you didn't respond. We thought something happened to you, so we called the manager.
We found out after checking the surveillance camera that you went out. Now that we see you back, we feel relieved. Thank you for what happened this afternoon. Is your injury okay?"
Zhang Yifeng said calmly: "I went to the hospital in the afternoon and I'm much better now."
"It turns out I went to the hospital, that's good. By the way, can you come to our room?"
Zhang Yifeng frowned and said, "Is something wrong?"
Fang Keting nodded.
Zhang Yifeng thought for a while and then walked into Fang Keting's suite.
In the suite, besides Xiaofang and Sister Liu, there was also a strange middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man was about forty years old, and there were two bodyguards standing beside him.
Seeing Zhang Yifeng come in, the man frowned slightly and said, "Is he the one who saved Ke Ting?"
Sister Liu nodded and said, "It's him."
The middle-aged man looked at Zhang Yifeng carefully, his eyes were stern, as if he was not looking at his savior, but at his enemy, and then he said coldly.
"Tell me, who are you and how did you know someone was going to attack Ke Ting."
His tone was cold, without the slightest hint of gratitude. He looked like Zhang Yifeng was also a murderer.
As soon as the man's words came out, Zhang Yifeng frowned. He didn't like the man's tone at all.
He didn't say a word, turned around and planned to leave.
"This...Uncle Guan, why do you talk like that?"
Fang Keting's voice came, as if she didn't expect the man to say this.
The middle-aged man ignored Fang Keting and still said coldly: "You really want to leave? If you don't tell the truth, I can tell you responsibly that you can't leave here."
As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, the two bodyguards immediately blocked the door and blocked Zhang Yifeng's way.
Zhang Yifeng stopped and shook his head slightly. His eyes also turned cold. He turned back to look at the middle-aged man and said: "I know your purpose for doing this, but unfortunately, I don't like to explain. In addition,
I can also tell you very responsibly, if I, Zhang Yifeng, want to leave, no one can stop me!"
Zhang Yifeng's voice was still floating, and his body suddenly moved.
Before the bodyguards in front of him could even react, they felt a heavy blow to their abdomens. Their bodies flew up almost at the same time and hit the wall hard. After falling to the ground, they were unable to stand up for a while.
"Boy, you have the guts!"
The middle-aged man's face turned cold. He stepped forward with both feet and attacked Zhang Yifeng directly.
It can be seen that this middle-aged man is a martial artist. He should be a martial artist. Unfortunately, his cultivation level is not high. He is just a middle-level martial artist. Such cultivation level is nothing in front of Zhang Yifeng.
shit.
After approaching Zhang Yifeng, the middle-aged man punched Zhang Yifeng in the face. The fist did not reach Zhang Yifeng, and the wind of the punch whistled.
"Uncle Guan, what are you doing! Ah, be careful."
Fang Keting's exclaimed voice came, and the word "be careful" must have reminded Zhang Yifeng, because Uncle Guan's huge fist had already arrived in Zhang Yifeng's face.
But Zhang Yifeng did not dodge at all. When Zhang Yifeng was about to be hit, Zhang Yifeng finally stretched out his palm.
Zhang Yifeng's slap was not big, but it grabbed the middle-aged man's fist. The opponent's fist was as big as a sandbag and could no longer move forward at all. Zhang Yifeng's slap was like a wall, blocking the middle-aged man's attack.
"Um?"
The middle-aged man's expression changed. He knew the power of his punch, but it couldn't hurt the kid at all.
Warrior? This guy is also a warrior!
Before the middle-aged man could think too much, he suddenly let out a hoarse groan.
Zhang Yifeng grasped his fist and gently broke it.
Everyone at the scene could clearly see that the middle-aged man’s wrist was completely deformed and seemed to have been dislocated!
"Little brother……"
Sister Liu exclaimed. If Zhang Yifeng exerted more force, she was really worried that the middle-aged man's wrist would be broken off!
After all, Zhang Yifeng didn't apply any more force. He suddenly waved his right hand, and the middle-aged man's body suddenly flipped several times in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground.
"I want to leave, and no one can stop me. At least you are not qualified enough."
Zhang Yifeng's calm voice came next. As he spoke, he straightened his clothes, then turned and left.
"Senior, wait a minute, I was offended just now."
Just when Zhang Yifeng pressed his hand on the doorknob, the middle-aged man's voice came again, and he actually apologized. He reluctantly stood up from the ground, and his right wrist was still bent, probably broken.
He did not deal with the broken hand, but saluted Zhang Yifeng and said again.
"We took action just now because we wanted to test senior's skills, because we wanted to ask senior to be Fang Keting's bodyguard temporarily."
"Uncle Guan..."
When Fang Keting heard this, she understood why Uncle Guan would say and do such things, as if he was testing Zhang Yifeng's strength.
"Who are you?"
Zhang Yifeng then turned around and asked the middle-aged man's identity.
"I am the bodyguard hired by Miss Ke Ting. However, after what happened today, I found that I could not guarantee Miss Ke Ting's safety, so I thought of you. If you can save Miss Ke Ting's life from the killer, I know you are not
A simple character. In fact, he is."
"Be a bodyguard?" Zhang Yifeng frowned slightly, then shook his head and said, "Sorry, I'm not interested, and I'm very busy."
"Senior, wait a minute, listen to me. This matter will not take up too much time of seniors. I believe seniors already know that this is the popular singer Fang Keting. Ke Ting came to Kyoto in advance this time, firstly to participate in the performance at the welfare home, and secondly
It's for the concert in Kyoto. So we want to ask you to be Miss Ke Ting's personal bodyguard. It won't take long. Tomorrow night is the concert. After tomorrow night, just put us on the plane to Hangyang City.