No one can refuse Teng Weixiang's invitation. The mature and confident charm he exudes is the trump card of all women. Coupled with his handsome appearance, Zhan Lele said that she is the kind of woman who cannot be tempted.
Her brain agreed to Teng Weixiang with almost no thought. When she came to her senses, she had already followed Teng Weixiang to the lawn outside the villa.
The breeze blew slowly through the willow branches. Although it was almost scorching hot, the weather was exceptionally refreshing.
There was a large sun umbrella set up on the lawn. Under the umbrella was a snow-white hollow wooden table, and two exquisite wooden chairs were placed together, as if they were specially prepared for the two of them.
Teng Weixiang pulled out a chair, smiled at Zhan Lele and said: "Mr. Zhan, please sit down." [
"No, no, no, Mr. Teng, how can I sit here? Absolutely not!" Zhan Lele quickly refused, shaking his little hands and said.
But Teng Weixiang came behind Zhan Lele, gently supported her shoulders with his hand, and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhan, you don't have to be polite to me. We are not superiors and subordinates now, we are friends."
Although being able to become friends with Teng Weixiang is what many people dream of, Zhan Lele is a little uneasy. She always feels that something is not right, but after thinking about it carefully, she really can't figure out what it is.
After Teng Weixiang and Zhan Lele sat down, a maid came over, poured two glasses of orange juice for them, and then stepped aside.
"Mr. Zhan, this is squeezed from the oranges you just picked. Do you want to try how it tastes?" Teng Weixiang smiled gently at Zhan Lele, his slender eyes shining brightly.
What Zhan Lele couldn't stand the most was Teng Weixiang's smile. Of course, it wasn't that he was disgusted, but that he had no resistance.
His face turned red. Fortunately, he was wearing sunglasses, otherwise Teng Weixiang would definitely be suspicious of him.
She quickly took the orange juice to her mouth and tasted it briefly. The taste was indeed fresh and delicious, so Zhan Lele simply drank it.
Maybe I drank too fast, and the breath got stuck in my throat, and I choked immediately.
Seeing Zhan Lele coughing in pain, Teng Weixiang quickly reached out and patted Zhan Lele's back gently, and asked with concern: "Mr. Zhan, are you okay? Does it matter?"
At this moment, Zhan Lele really wanted to hit himself to death, or find a crack in the ground to crawl in. It was so embarrassing!
"It's okay...it's okay..." Zhan Lele was about to cry. She had never felt as embarrassed as she did today. It was so embarrassing!
Teng Weixiang comforted Zhan Lele and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhan, nothing can happen to you. I, Teng Weixiang, rely on you to protect my life. If anything happens to you, where can I find this loyal person?" Bodyguard."
Zhan Lele suddenly felt embarrassed when Teng Weixiang praised him like this.
A few months ago, Teng Weixiang sent someone to monitor her, and now he regarded her as his most loyal bodyguard. For a while, Zhan Lele felt that time could really change a lot of things.
"Mr. Teng...I..." Zhan Lele didn't know what to say, hesitantly humming.
Teng Weixiang handed a tissue to Zhan Lele and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhan, I have always had a heart-to-heart talk with you. The weather is nice today and I just want to take a break. How about we have a heart-to-heart talk?"
"Talk...have a heart-to-heart talk?!" Zhan Lele was immediately shocked. Teng Weixiang actually had a heart-to-heart talk with her, a little bodyguard. If those gossip reporters heard it, they would definitely go crazy for it.
Teng Weixiang understood lightly and said: "Yes, let's talk about Mr. Zhan." [
"I...what do I have to say..." Zhan Lele heard that Teng Weixiang was going to discuss things about him, his face suddenly turned red again, and he quickly lowered his head.
Ever since he found out that Zhan Lele was a girl, Teng Weixiang felt that Zhan Lele was so cute in such loose clothes. He was not angry at all because Zhan Lele had lied to him. Instead, the more he looked at her, the more cute he felt.
"Yes, you can tell me about your master and senior sister, and what happened when you took the mission." Teng Weixiang became more and more interested in Zhan Lele, probably because he realized that Zhan Lele Maybe it’s because Le is a girl.
Gossip is not just for women, boys are no exception.
Hearing that Teng Weixiang wanted to reveal the work of the master and senior sister, Zhan Lele quickly waved his two small hands like fans and said: "No, Mr. Teng, this is confidential and I can't tell it, otherwise it will be harmful to the master and senior sister. Very disadvantageous.”
Seeing Zhan Lele's nervousness, Teng Weixiang quickly comforted her and said: "Mr. Zhan, don't worry, I'm not asking for any secrets from you. We just want to tell you some interesting things from your childhood, such as how you grew up and your life." Under what circumstances, the life of those of you who worked as bodyguards when you were young must be different from ours, right?"
Zhan Lele didn't expect that Teng Weixiang would suddenly be interested in asking about her today, which surprised her. However, there didn't seem to be much difference between her childhood life and ordinary people. The only difference was that the old man The requirements for her and her senior sister are very strict. They have to limit a certain amount of time every day to practice various fighting and the use of hot and cold weapons. Of course, Zhan Lele's skills are not very good, and he knows nothing about hot weapons. The only thing that can be used is, There are only flying knives that are sometimes ineffective.
"My master, Mr. Teng, knows that he is Han Bing and was once a very powerful bodyguard, so he has high expectations for us. But I am really not suitable to be a bodyguard. No matter how hard I try, I can't catch up with my senior sister, so I went to school obediently, and after graduating from high school, I became a teacher in a private kindergarten..." As soon as Zhan Lele opened his chat box, he immediately started talking, and he also said that he accidentally said that he was a kindergarten teacher. , and immediately regretted it.
She prayed for God's blessing and hoped that Teng Weixiang would not hear what he said just now, but God did not bless Zhan Lele all the time. Teng Weixiang clearly captured what Zhan Lele said just now: "Mr. Zhan, you are from the kindergarten. Teacher, aren’t kindergarten teachers generally girls?”
"Ah, this... this..." Zhan Lele really wanted to give herself a few big slaps on the ears to make her talk more. What excuse can she make up now to get over it, "This... this may be... because... ...my...throwing knives are fun, yes, those friends like to play with toy darts. I had this skill just now, so I was admitted to the kindergarten, haha, that's what it looks like!" Zhan Lele made up a seemingly It's a reasonable reason, I hope I can use this to fool Zhan Lele.
"Oh, that's it. Isn't that strange? Since Mr. Zhan is a kindergarten teacher, how could he suddenly become my bodyguard?" Teng Weixiang saw that Zhan Lele's blushing look was really interesting, so he asked. A few words, just to amuse Zhan Lele.
Zhan Lele was almost embarrassed to death by being questioned by Teng Weixiang. She couldn't say that she accepted this task in order to pay the old man's 10 million in parenting fees.
She dared to risk her own life to guarantee that if she dared to say that, Teng Weixiang would immediately terminate the contract with her. A half-baked bodyguard was the most dangerous.
"Haha, well... this is very simple. On the surface, I am a kindergarten teacher, but in fact, my true identity is a bodyguard, just like my senior sister. She appears to be a coach at a martial arts gym." Zhan Lele thought. This reason was the most reasonable of all the reasons she made up, and even she couldn't help but cheer for her own cleverness.
"Oh, so that's it. Then you must have had a hard time learning martial arts when you were a child." Teng Weixiang looked at Zhan Lele's small face and asked rather uneasily.
Hearing what Teng Weixiang said, Zhan Lele immediately agreed and said: "Of course, it's hard work. I especially remember that there were so big snowflakes floating in the sky at that time, and other children ran to build snowmen and play with snowballs, and My senior sister and I just stood in the snowdrift and continued to practice with the hard sandbags. The master closed the door tightly in order not to distract us, but the happy laughter of the children still came in, disturbing us. Our practice. Another time when I was throwing a dart, the dart accidentally came back and hit my right arm, making a deep gash. It was painful."
Teng Weixiang's expression immediately changed, and he quickly grabbed Zhan Lele's right arm and asked nervously: "Why were you not careful? How are you now? Does it still hurt?"
Zhan Lele hurriedly said: "Haha, it doesn't matter anymore. The pain is gone now. It's already scarred." As he said that, Zhan Lele pushed up the sleeve of his right arm to reveal the scar.
Teng Weixiang held Zhan Lele's thin, snow-white arm, gently stroked the scar, and said involuntarily: "Does it really not hurt anymore? This scar is so long!"
Just as Zhan Lele was about to answer, his little face suddenly changed, and he saw Teng Weixiang holding his arm carefully, with that look and gaze, as if he was holding something extremely precious.
'Ah... no way, is this Teng Weixiang really in love?!' Zhan Lele exclaimed in his heart, thinking that his identity is now a man, Teng Weixiang's behavior is really too bad. .
Thinking of this, Zhan Lele quickly retracted his arm and said with some embarrassment: "It really doesn't hurt, Mr. Teng, don't worry, haha..." [
Teng Weixiang seemed to realize that his behavior was a bit excessive, and quickly put his body away. His handsome face was also a little embarrassed, and he frowned slightly, thinking back to his appearance just now.
What happened to him? Why did he rush forward to examine Zhan Lele so anxiously when he saw injuries on his body, without even caring about his own identity? This puzzled Teng Weixiang.