Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

The only thing Lin Zhenhong is worried about for her now is how she will choose a mate in the future.

After all, he only has such a precious daughter left. Even in such a vortex of a wealthy family, she is far more innocent than those ladies of the same age outside. She is afraid that she will be bullied.

Of course, only the father always thinks that his daughter is the most innocent and the most bullied.

Few people in and out of school would dare to provoke Lin Qiaoqiao nowadays, so he didn't know it at all.

"Quiet will be eighteen this year?" Lin Zhenhong asked.

Lin nodded quietly, "My birthday is still many months away! That's why I'm only seventeen!"

Lin Zhenhong smiled, "Seventeen is not young anymore, I will take you to meet a friend's child after this matter with Dad is over."

Lin Quietly understood the meaning as soon as she heard it, and glanced lightly at Yan Nanqing who was standing straight on the other side of the living room.

Pouting slightly, he said, "Dad, I'm only seventeen and you arrange a blind date for me, aren't you afraid of delaying my studies?"

"Your IQ is well inherited, it's good enough!" He added: "It's good for girls to fall in love more and see men more."

She was very speechless, "Dad, are you my mother's first love? Or did she talk about it a lot before?"

After hearing this, Lin Zhenhong knocked her on the head, "Don't be poor with your father!"

The girl had no choice but to say "oh" in a low voice.

"Give me the phone." Lin Zhenhong stretched out his hand.

Of course Lin Quietly handed over her phone obediently.

Then Lin Zhenhong saved a number on her mobile phone, and said, "I have met this kid, Xiaochi, and he has been able to manage his father's business in the past few years. There is nothing to choose in terms of ability and character. You should get along very well." You have many friends, and I feel more at ease."

Lin Qiaoqiao didn't refute her father's last sentence, but nodded, "You should cooperate with others in the work and don't suffer wronged in vain. I can handle everything in my own life!"

Lin Zhenhong snorted softly.

She doesn't touch Yang Chunshui with all her fingers, and she can't handle it anymore. Lin Zhenhong regrets spoiling her so much since he was a child. After all, he can't take care of her for the rest of his life.

After saving the number, Lin Zhenhong raised his head and looked at Yan Nanqing who was standing over there, "You...what's your name?"

"Yan Nanqing." He replied.

Lin Zhenhong nodded and looked at him twice more.

It was the first time Lin Zhenhong had met him since he was hired. At least he was very satisfied with his appearance. He was tall and straight enough, cold enough, and had the temperament that a bodyguard should have.

It's just that, when all the originally attractive and handsome facial features are put together, why is it a world-weary face?

"Recently, it's been hard work for you to protect quietly!" Lin Zhenhong didn't make any comments on him, only this sentence.

Yan Nanqing slightly lowered his eyebrows, "It should!"

Lin Zhenhong came back halfway, and there was not much time. After sitting for a while, it was time to leave.

Usually, Lin Qiyou was heartless, but now her eyes were red. When Lin Zhenhong looked back before getting into the car, she smiled again and waved her hand.

When her father's car left, Yan Nanqing watched her go back to the living room, took a pillow and sat on the sofa without saying a word.

He has been with her for more than 90 days and knows her character well.

She was sad and unbearable, and she didn't want to be seen by anyone.Of course he is not included here.

After three months of personal protection, Yan Nanqing should be regarded as the person who has seen her in all kinds of appearances?
Yan Nanqing took two long-legged steps over, took out a tissue, and silently handed it to her.

Lin Qiaoyou turned around and took a look, then raised her hand and wiped her face casually, "Who told you that I cried?...You are being smart!"

He didn't speak, and stepped back two steps away.

"My dad said that girls should fall in love more and experience more men. Is this your man's theory?" After a while, the girl suddenly asked.

Yan Nanqing stood a few steps away, "That's right."

It is impossible for him to openly refute what the employer just said a few minutes ago?

The girl over there seemed to sneer, then turned her head and stared at him fiercely, "How old are you this year?"

Yan Nanqing was silent for a moment.

Only then did he answer: "24."

Lin Qiaoqiao seemed to know his age for the first time, and only realized that they were six years apart, but there was no change in expression on her face.

Just ask: "Talk a lot?"

This time Yan Nanqing really didn't speak anymore, and returned to that cold world-weary face.

"Silence is the default." She smiled sarcastically, then turned her face away.

After a few seconds of silence.

Lin quietly dropped the pillow, got up and walked upstairs.

She walked quickly, but Yan Nanqing didn't intend to chase her.

Just listen to what she left behind: "Don't bother me today, I want to catch up on sleep!"

Yan Nanqing replied: "Okay, miss."

Only he knew that the two homework she had just finished were all brought in by cramming, so naturally she needed to catch up on sleep.

He also thought she had indeed gone back to sleep.

But before dinner, Yan Nanqing went upstairs to her room, but saw her lying on the table instead of lying on the bed.

Meifeng frowned almost inaudibly, and then walked over expressionlessly.

She glanced at the book under her face. If I remember correctly, I only saw a dozen or so pages of the book yesterday, but now I have turned to less than a third of the book.

Yan Nanqing had already stretched out his hand, ready to wake him up, it was almost time for dinner.

With him around, almost all her arrangements for the day were arranged accurately and without errors, including three meals a day.

But his hand stopped in mid-air again.

5 minute later.

The materials on the desk had been sorted out meticulously, and she was also put on the bed.

Yan Nanqing stood by the bed and watched for two or three seconds. The girl had a delicate face, and she was a little more domineering than usual when she was sleeping.

Probably because the skin is too fair, the traces of crying a few hours ago are still reflected on the red nose, and the brows are softly frowned while sleeping.

It was time to have dinner, but the servant didn't see the eldest lady coming down, only the bodyguard was alone.

Yan Nanqing walked over and said, "Today's dinner is at 07:30, and she is sleeping."

The servant had no choice but to nod, "Understood Mr. Yan."

At the end, the servant seemed to be hesitant, and finally asked: "Is Mr. Yan from Westendine?"

Yan Nanqing's expression was cold and he didn't answer.

The servant continued: "When Mr. Yan went out last night, I was still awake."

She saw that Yan Nanqing was being picked up in a valuable car, and he was just a small bodyguard.

The man just said indifferently: "It's better not to ask less concern."

The servant frowned, "I'm just worried that Mr. Yan's association with strange people will be detrimental to Miss."

Yan Nanqing stopped answering the call, turned around and left the restaurant.

The servant breathed a sigh of relief, and I don't know where the master hired him. Although it was just a small bodyguard, all the servants in the family said to talk to Yan Nanqing, feeling inexplicably oppressed.