The bodyguard I picked up is BOSS

The man was lying on his back on the bed with his eyes closed, his thick eyebrows furrowed, as if he was suffering from pain so huge that it was impossible to breathe, even though he should have been in a peaceful and stable dream.

In fact, his appearance is not scary, he can even be called handsome.This is an evaluation that Fu Ling, who looks above his head, can objectively make.People who are asleep are not threatening, so the fear that Fu Ling himself had derived has dissipated a lot.

Even if the man is a lion, he is still a wounded lion.

After approaching, the rapid drumbeat in the heart finally slowed down.

Sure enough, as Xiao Boyan said, pheromone is a wonderful thing, it can calm the restless heart, just like throwing sunshine into the stormy sea.

"Cuckoo..."

There was a sound of gas rolling in the man's throat, and his eyebrows loosened a little. His breathing was not as short as before, but began to be long and soothing, and he seemed to be responding.

In fact, if we look at the amnesiac man separately from the person who attacked him, this one is still very pleasing.

He would show himself a naive and down-to-earth smile, no matter what Fu Ling said, he would nod solemnly and say, "Brother Ling, what you said is really good."However, he was especially vicious towards those who bullied him, as if someone stepped on Fu Ling's foot, he would take off that person's leg.

Facing such a simple and honest face, it is easy to make people want to seduce him, want to see his tangled expression that he likes him but dare not offend him.

"Tsk, if you didn't mess with me last night, I'd want to fuck you."

Fu Ling complained in a voice so soft that she couldn't hear it.

The nurse came to check up on the man regularly, and said that all the statistics were much better than the previous hour, so Fu Ling also felt relieved.He put down the chair bed accompanied by his family members next to the hospital bed, asked the nurse for a set of pillows and quilts provided by the hospital, and fell asleep when he was about to fall asleep.

After all, because of that nasty pheromone, staying next to this man would make him feel much better.

"Fu Ling is a lame!"

The disgusting voice that made people grow hairs rang out from their ears again.

Fu Ling was playful when she was a child. Once, chasing a classmate, she fell down the stairs and broke her head, requiring more than a dozen stitches.After the wound healed, there was an obvious scar on the back of his head where no hair could grow.Since then, the name "Scorpion" has followed him.

Fu Ling has been good-looking since she was a child, so good-looking that she was called a doll.However, since the scar was left, the doll has become lame, which is a great blow to Fu Ling, who has always paid attention to appearance.At first it was the same table, then the classmates in the class, then the class next door, and finally almost the whole elementary school knew that he had changed from a doll to a maniac.

"I, I'm not lame!" Fu Ling quarreled with them.

Facing more than a dozen pairs of surprised or mocking eyes, he had a lot to say, but when it came to his mouth, he could only utter a few simple syllables.He was so anxious that he burst into tears, and opened his mouth wide to say that he was not a lame man, but he had to utter many times to complete the sentence.

After that, Fu Ling didn't talk much when there were many people.

Even Xiao Boyan, who is a close friend, only learned of the past after many years of acquaintance, so there was that sentence——