Fighting Chicken of Du Bodyguard's House

The sun was setting, and the light in the alley gradually became dim.

Standing at the entrance of the alley with one hand in his pocket, Du Xiao looked up at the setting sun where he could barely make out an afterimage in the smog. He took off his sunglasses, revealing a handsome, hard-faced face with sharp edges and corners. He is tall and has long legs, broad shoulders and narrow shoulders. The waist, the well-cut pure black suit is wrapped with solid chest and abdominal muscles, and the legs under the crisp trousers are straight and full of tension. It is simply a powerful humanoid hormone maker.

The other person's bodyguard beside him, who was also called a handsome guy, forcibly set off a bit of wretchedness.

Other people's bodyguards were very upset, snorted coldly, and turned on the taunting mode: "I heard that you don't belong to any bodyguard company. The head of the Zhou family poached you from outside? Heh, wild bodyguards have no background, no background, no connections, life is hard Bar?"

Du Xiao: "..."

"The Zhou family is notoriously picky, how much salary do you get every month?"

Du Xiao: "..."

"Is there two thousand?"

Du Xiao: "..."

At this time, the mobile phone in his pocket rang, and Du Xiao took it out to look at it. It was Li Qiang, who was also a bodyguard in the Zhou family, and he pressed the answer button silently without opening his mouth. He was used to waiting for the other party to speak first.

Other people's bodyguard squinted at the old-fashioned Nokia bar computer in his hand, which was so ugly that it could be used as a brick, smiled triumphantly, and took out his latest Apple computer to swipe the screen a few times.

It's a pity that Du Xiao is not only intermittently dumb, but also selectively blind. He doesn't even give a single extra glance, half of his attention is in the alley, and half is on the phone.

Li Qiang's loud voice came out through the old leaky receiver: "Brother Du, you haven't come back yet? Where are you?"

Du Xiao looked at the two second-generation ancestors who were fighting inseparably in the alley: "The young master has an appointment with someone, and the fight is not over yet. What's the matter?"

"The boss is sending out new year's goods, where are you? Come back and get them! If you are slow, you won't be able to grab the good ones!"

Du Xiao was puzzled, but there was still no expression on his face: "What new year's goods?"

"Chicken! One live chicken per person! You won't be able to pick the fat ones any later!"

Du Xiao: "..."

The bodyguard of someone else's house made a "puchi", raised his head and smiled with a proud Aunt Xue: "Tsk, it's too shabby."

Du Xiao finally looked back at him, thinking why this person is like a woman, talking so much nonsense, do all the bodyguards hired by the Song family rely on their mouths to work?

He's a silent tough guy, he has something on his mind, he just doesn't say it.

Li Qiang also knows Zhou Zhan, the youngest second ancestor of the Zhou family, and immediately expresses deep sympathy for Du Xiao who is 24 hours a day, rain or shine.

The rich second generation of other people would go out to make an appointment when they have nothing to do. Zhou Zhan, this strange woman, is really pure, and he would go out to make an appointment when he had nothing to do. There is no one with such a unique style.

Out of curiosity, Li Qiang couldn't help but ask, "Who is this time? Why are you fighting?"

Du Xiao paused for a moment, as if it was difficult to speak, and finally said concisely: "Mr. Song likes big breasts, he likes flat chests, if the two of them disagree with each other..."

It's an appointment.

Li Qiang: "..."

Someone else's bodyguard: "..."

Hanging up the phone, the sky was getting darker and the light in the alley was getting worse and worse. Zhou Zhan fought until his hair was blown into a chicken coop, and his clothes were torn as if he had picked them up from a garbage dump. Kicked his opponent Song Gongzi over, stood on the ground to catch his breath, tried to widen his eyes, and burst out a swear word: "Fuck! It's dark!"

Mr. Song got up and wiped his mouth: "Hit again!"

Zhou Zhan hurriedly raised his hand and made a "stop" gesture: "Stop calling! That's it for today! I'm going home!"

Mr. Song looked at him with a shit-eating expression on his face: "Are you kidding me? It hasn't been decided yet. What kind of good boy are you pretending to be! Come again! I have to fight today until you admit that Dabomei is the beauty in the world! "

Du Xiao: "..."

Zhou Zhan blinked hard a few times, stretched his eye sockets to the maximum, unresponsively avoided Mr. Song's oncoming fist, turned his head and shouted, "Du Xiao! Help me!"

Du Xiao was as calm as a mountain one second before, and flew over the next second. He rushed to Zhou Zhan's side with extremely fast explosive power and speed, picked him up on his shoulder with one hand, and quickly retreated from the battle circle to the entrance of the alley.

Mr. Song was so angry that he jumped up and cursed: "What the hell are you calling your bodyguards for? You're not allowed to leave before the fight is over!"

Zhou Zhan put his head down and gave him the middle finger triumphantly: "Go home and look in the mirror to see your pig-headed face. Why are you yelling about being so virtuous after being beaten by a coward? Everyone in the circle knows that I never hit Yejia, I'm going to go home, I'm so obedient, come and bite me!"

After speaking, he twisted his butt on Du Xiao's shoulder to show provocation.

Du Xiao's breath sank a bit, and he pressed his buttocks without changing his face: "Don't move around."

Zhou Zhan squinted his eyes and curled his mouth to snicker, and twisted his butt against his palm a few times brazenly: "If you want to control it, you can control it!"

Du Xiao quickly withdrew his hand and put him back on the ground cleanly, his face tensed a little.

Under Zhou Zhan's thin single eyelids, the two pitch-black eyeballs quickly rolled around: "Bring the phone, I'll call my dad."

Du Xiao took out the Nokia and handed it to him. Because he was in a daze for a moment, he forgot to stuff it directly into his hand, so Zhou Zhan stretched out his hand following the shadow in the dim twilight, but it was a few millimeters away, and wiped the edge of the phone. Poke Du Xiao's chest.

Du Xiao's chest muscles tightened suddenly, he grabbed his hand and stuffed the phone over.

Zhou Zhan turned around, raised the phone to his eyes, opened his eyes wide and struggled to dial, then strode forward: "Don't follow me."

Du Xiao obeyed the order and stopped, and hurriedly raised his heels in the next second: "Wait! Be careful!"

"Boom—" Zhou Zhan slammed his head against the wall.

Du Xiao supported his forehead: "...the direction is wrong."

Mr. Song came after him and saw this scene, he was immediately amused by his stupidity, pointed at him gloatingly and laughed: "You idiot!"

Zhou Zhan stopped cooking as soon as it got dark, turned his head with stars in his eyes, and stretched out his hand to Du Xiao with a confused face. The innocence and helplessness on his face were completely different from the arrogant and domineering appearance during the daytime fight.

Du Xiao strode forward and grabbed his hand, treating himself as a dedicated guide dog, and helped the little master walk carefully step by step to a secluded place, then let go, and whispered: "Call me after calling, I will Stand where I can see you."

Zhou Zhan raised his head and smiled at him, because he couldn't see clearly, his eyes were a little out of focus, and he looked very ignorant and innocent.

Du Xiao didn't know that his night blindness was a racial attribute, he just felt distressed beyond measure, and was caught off guard by this smile, his breath was unstable when he walked away, and he was obviously in a mess.

But others can't see the slightest difference, after all, he has facial paralysis.

Mr. Song glared at Zhou Zhan's back unwillingly, and reached out to his bodyguard like Zhou Zhan did: "Bring the phone, I'll call my dad too."

At this moment, the bodyguard of the Song family has returned to his rigorous and meticulous appearance. He lowered his head and stretched out his hands to present the mobile phone. It is obvious that he is not close to his employer, but his behavior is normal. It's rare for Xiao to be a bodyguard like an old lady.

As soon as Mr. Song dialed a number, he threw his phone in anger: "It's out of battery! What a crap! Don't use a smartphone next time. What do you use to call me in case I'm in danger? I'll deduct your salary!" "

The bodyguard bowed his head and admitted his mistake: "I'm sorry, I will change tomorrow."

Du Xiao glanced over. Although he had no expression, his gaze was so strong that the bodyguard could feel the strong sarcasm from his colleagues with his head down, and his face turned green with anger.

Mr. Song here probably felt that he was ashamed in front of the enemy army, and he was a little annoyed. He kept grabbing the bodyguard and cursing and swearing that he would blacklist the bodyguard company he worked for. Over there, Zhou Zhan was whispering to his father with his hands on the microphone: " Dad, why did you suddenly think of giving away chickens? What a shame! I want to give Du Xiao a big red envelope, don't just send it with a chicken!"

Chairman Zhou didn't understand what was going on here, and subconsciously lowered his voice like him: "A red envelope is a red envelope, and New Year's goods are New Year's goods. Is your father so picky? Is someone spreading rumors outside again? Stupid son! I'm I'm helping you!"

Zhou Zhan looked puzzled: "What?"

Chairman Zhou said: "Your mother and I have decided to travel during the Chinese New Year this year. The air tickets are all booked, and your brothers and sisters have their own arrangements, so you are the only one left."

Zhou Zhan looked shocked, and the chicken coop was even more angry: "You are going on a trip? Don't you take me? Parents? You brought me back from the chicken farm, right? And the eldest brother, the second brother, the third sister and the fourth sister Five brothers and six brothers..."

"Son! Parents have made arrangements for you!" Chairman Zhou interrupted him, "You go to Du Xiao's house! Let's talk about it when you come back. Your mother and I have made a detailed plan, which will definitely help you successfully win Du Xiao's house." Owl!"

Zhou Zhan stared wide-eyed and lost his voice for a long time, then suddenly yelled into the microphone: "You are my real father!" Then he hung up the phone quickly, turned his head and jumped in the general direction where Du Xiao was, "Du Xiao Du Xiao, I want to go home! Come quickly!"

Du Xiao raised his foot and walked over to stand in front of him, grabbed his hand waving around, put his phone back into his pocket, carried him on his shoulder again, and strode towards the parking lot.

Zhou Zhan patted his broad and strong back, and his fingertips seemingly unintentionally touched his spine. He was almost overturned by his staggering steps in an instant, and hurriedly grabbed him tightly, and patted his back again. One: "Hey! Just now the bodyguard of the boy from the Song family provoked you, didn't he? Why didn't you hate him?"

Du Xiao tilted his head slightly: "What are you doing to him?"

"He provoked you, of course you have to hate him!"

"..." Du Xiao was puzzled, "Huh? What do you want me to do to him?"

"Oh, you boring gourd! If a fool provokes you, of course you have to slap him! Don't talk about demeanor!"

"???" Du Xiao was confused, "What are you going to do to him?"

Zhou Zhan: "..."

I'm so tired, I'm so worried!

Zhou Zhan said indignantly, "Forget it, I'll help you! Where are they?"

Du Xiao tilted his head with a question mark on his head: "You look up, right in front of you."

Zhou Zhan immediately raised his head and shouted in the direction of Mr. Song and his bodyguard, "Hey! That bodyguard, how much is the Song family's salary for you?"

Zhou Zhan's hearing is beyond ordinary people, and he pays attention to Du Xiao from time to time during the fight, so he heard the bodyguard's words clearly, but Mr. Song didn't know it at all. Disgusted by the bodyguard, he raised his head and said arrogantly: "I am a very good bodyguard. Your family is so stingy, so I definitely can't afford it."

Zhou Zhan yelled angrily: "Who is making rumors and I will kill him! Then tell me, how much do you prescribe for him?"

Mr. Song swallowed "[-]" into his stomach, quickly increased the value of his bodyguard, and stretched out his finger: "[-]!"

The bodyguard of the Song family who also thought that Mr. Zhou was going to poach the wall held his breath and pricked up his ears expectantly.

Zhou Zhan laughed loudly: "Look at you guys! My Du Xiao's monthly salary of 20 yuan is not as loud as yours. It's really half a bucket of water!" After speaking, he stuck out his tongue at them, "Slightly slightly..."

Du Xiao: "..."

So childish.

Mr. Song and his bodyguard: "Oh."

If you are so good at bragging, why don't you go to heaven?