Naughty Girl VS Iceberg Prince

Tang Bing'er walked up to the boy with a slight smile, and sized him up carefully.

Thick black hair, delicate facial features, a straight spine, and eyes that are neither humble nor overbearing, have a very fresh and honest temperament that is very trustworthy.

"Bing'er, big brother has something else to do, let's go first, and he will accompany you from now on!"

Tang Youran left in a hurry, Tang Bing'er just gave a faint "hmm", her eyes were always on that boy, for some reason, she had a feeling of déjà vu and closeness to this boy who had never known her before.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Ling Yue, you can call me A Yue."

"Really, will you do what I tell you to do?" Tang Bing'er was a little disbelieving.

"Really!" Ling Yue said seriously.

"But what will you do?" Tang Binger frowned slightly.

This Ling Yue looks like he is not two years older than himself, what will he do?

"I know martial arts. I have practiced since I was a child. Mr. Tang asked me to be responsible for your safety." Ling Yue replied honestly.

It turned out to be the case.

Tang Binger curled her lips.

The eldest brother knew that she hated bodyguards and always sent bodyguards away, so he found a different way for her to find a bodyguard of the same age, and wanted him to stay by her side all the time.

Tang Binger began to dislike the young man in front of her. He should be the eyeliner arranged by her elder brother, right?

Tang Binger began to dislike the young man in front of her. He should be the eyeliner arranged by her elder brother, right?

"You do a set of punches, show me!" Tang Bing'er returned to the swing, swinging gently, and issued an order to Ling Yue.

Although she is only seven years old, since she was born, she has been used to seeing her father and brother giving orders to others, her soft words are actually very intimidating.

"Yes!" Ling Yue replied respectfully, and made a set of postures, using a set of punches that he was good at.

Ling Yue punched, as if he was a different person, his fresh and honest temperament was gone, replaced by a confident expression, a set of punches flowed like clouds and water, which was everyone's demeanor.

Because Tang Binger was forced to learn some self-defense skills since she learned to walk. Although she didn't practice well, she could tell that Ling Yue was very good.

Although he was young, his skills were no worse than any of the bodyguards her father and brothers gave her.

No wonder the eldest brother is so satisfied with his "gift", and he doesn't know where he got such a treasure.

"How many push-ups can you do?" Tang Binger suddenly thought of this very strange question.

"I don't know." Ling Yue honestly shook his head.

"Then do it and see." Tang Binger said very easily.

"Yes!"

Ling Yue still replied very respectfully, lying on the ground, put his hands on the ground, and began to do push-ups.

"One, two, three, four, five...55, 56...99, one hundred..."

At the beginning, Tang Binger was still counting, but gradually she got tired of counting.

Ling Yue made hundreds of them, right?

His wrists began to tremble, his face gradually turned pale, and his lips turned purple, but he was still repeating the monotonous push-up movements.

Tang Bing'er, who was extremely bored, yawned, her eyes accidentally glanced at Ling Yue's chest, she was startled, and there was a bright color of blood fainting there.

"Stop! Don't do it!" Tang Binger jumped off the swing.

Do push-ups, does the heart bleed?