Becoming a Supporting Actor in Paranoid Literature

Zhuang Baihua had doubts in his heart, but he didn't hold back, anyway, now that he knew Chi Yue so well, he went directly to ask.

"Did you and Wei Congsen know each other before? He taught you a long time ago, but he didn't remember."

Zhuang Baihua asked Chi Yue that.

Chi Yue turned her head and looked deeply at Zhuang Baihua, but her tone was a little casual: "Is it... I don't remember either."

Zhuang Baihua knew that he was perfunctory. Chi Yue was sometimes very mysterious, hiding things in her heart, occasionally revealing a word or two, then shut her mouth, unwilling to say it.

Zhuang Baihua had nothing to do with him, so he could only raise his hand to rub his hair, and said, "If there is anything you can't handle, don't hold it in your heart, and come to me first."

Chi Yue squinted her eyes and smiled, and said, "In this case, you have to stay by my side all the time, otherwise how would I find you in the first place?"

Chi Yue is a little taller now, Zhuang Baihua has already started to struggle to touch his hair.

Zhuang Baihua withdrew his hand and said, "We have pulled the hook, and I will always be with you."

When Chi Yue lived in Zhuang Baihua's apartment, she didn't fall asleep for two days. In order to appease Chi Yue, Zhuang Baihua hooked up with him and promised to stay with him all the time.

When Chi Yue heard what Zhuang Baihua said, she immediately became happy: "You still remember."

Zhuang Baihua smiled: "Of course I remember, I promise a thousand gold."

When Chi Yue heard these words, her whole body softened, and she pestered Zhuang Baihua to act like a baby.

Zhuang Baihua faintly noticed that Chi Yue was deliberately changing the subject, and sighed secretly.

Chi Yue showed her strength in front of Zhuang Baihua, and Zhuang Baihua could only silently accept the fact that Xiao Baihua's force value was actually beyond the charts.

He felt a little uncomfortable, just like an old father who suddenly finds that the child has grown up and no longer needs his protection, so he will inevitably feel disappointed.

When Zhuang Baihua passed the company's gate, he couldn't help but think of Chi Yue, because he saw the little security guard of his company.

The little security guard at the door was not much older than Chi Yue. According to Secretary Chen, the security guard ranked first in the physical fitness test.

It's really not easy for the young man now, he can beat him, a Tai Chi enthusiast, casually.

Seeing Zhuang Baihua looking at him, the security guard uneasily helped his hat, and pressed down the brim to cover the scar on his forehead.

"Do you have any orders, Mr. Zhuang?"

The tone of the security guard was still so lacking in momentum, but at least he was conscientious and asked Zhuang Baihua what he needed.

Zhuang Baihua stopped to chat with him and asked him, "Do you know those self-defense techniques?"

The security guard nodded obediently.

Zhuang Baihua became interested, and continued to ask: "What about fighting?"

"Understand a little."

"Sanda? Muay Thai? Grabbing?"

"I'll have some."

The security guard said it modestly, but Zhuang Baihua was shocked.

The world of this bloody novel is really amazing, the overbearing president's security guards are so omnipotent.

Thinking about it, the original owner was able to fight against Wei Congsen, which shows that the boss himself is also very good at fighting, and his time travel made the boss weaker.

The setting of this world is too floating.

Zhuang Baihua thought unwillingly, he wanted to practice Taijiquan hard, to use softness to overcome rigidity, and to promote the quintessence of the country.

Just when Zhuang Baihua was depressed, the security guard opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

Zhuang Baihua looked at him encouragingly, the security guard hesitated for a moment, and then said: "...Recently, there are often foreigners near the company."

Zhuang Baihua didn't understand: "And then?"

"No, I just often see foreigners around the company." The little security guard said stubbornly.

With a thought in his mind, Zhuang Baihua asked, "What kind of foreigner? Can someone from any country tell it?"

The security guard shook his head: "American, anyway, fair skin and light hair."

Zhuang Baihua instantly had a guess.

Those people might be Russians, no wonder he thought too much, Zhuang Baihua has cultivated a strong sensitivity after going through a lot of bloody things.

Later, when Zhuang Baihua passed by the company, he tried to find the foreigners that the security guard had mentioned, but he didn't see any of them.

He began to wonder if he was thinking too much. It is not uncommon for foreigners to be around the office building. There are many foreign employees in their company.

However, Zhuang Baihua still kept an eye out and strengthened the company's security.

At the same time, Wei Congsen's condition is getting better and better. It is the first time that Zhuang Baihua has met such a worry-free paranoid boss. He is recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, which makes Zhuang Baihua's mood improve.

Doctor Zhao insisted on consolidating Wei Congsen's treatment, and Zhuang Baihua did not relax his vigilance, and continued to take Wei Congsen to accept the red baptism, trying to make him reborn.

In short, things are developing in a good direction, and people see the hope of fighting against the plot.

The three-piece suit that Zhuang Baihua prepared for Chi Yue was useless at all. Chi Yue would carry her bag on her back every time and guard it by Wei Congsen's side, wasting a lot of time.

Later, after Wei Congsen got better, Zhuang Baihua and Chi Yue reduced the number of times they accompanied him.

Chi Yue and Wei Congsen will meet at the boxing gym, while Zhuang Baihua will go to the Institute of Psychology to communicate with Dr. Zhao.

That day Zhuang Baihua finished chatting with Dr. Zhao, walked out of the building of the research institute, and saw Wei Congsen sitting on the steps in the open space in front of the building.

Zhuang Baihua looked at the big tree next to him, and inevitably remembered what happened that night.

That day, the moonlight was like water, and the shadows of the trees were mottled. Chi Yue followed these trees, climbed to his window, and played a beautiful melody for him.

"What are you thinking?" Wei Congsen's voice pulled Zhuang Baihua back, Zhuang Baihua turned his head, and saw Wei Congsen looking at him with gray-blue eyes.

Zhuang Baihua smiled and said truthfully, "I'm thinking about "Night in the Suburbs of Moscow"."

Wei Congsen also smiled and said, "Chi Yue is quite romantic."

Selfishly, Zhuang Baihua didn't want to share the experience of that night with others, so she cleared her throat and changed the subject: "The treatment is almost coming to an end, what do you think about the future?"

Wei Congsen put away his smile, thought about it seriously, and said, "I don't know either." He shrugged his shoulders and did a standard action for foreigners, "It's still the same as before, continue to get people to apply for cards."

The smile on Zhuang Baihua's face deepened. He sat down beside Wei Congsen, stretched his long legs in trousers, and said, "How long has it been since you returned to Russia?"

Wei Congsen lowered his eyes and replied, "Two or three years, it's actually not long."

Wei Congsen's facial features are deep and straight, with the typical characteristics of the northern race. His hair is thick and his eyelashes are very long, which adds to his face a bit of generosity.

"I thought you went back every year." Zhuang Baihua said.

Zhuang Baihua asked someone to investigate Wei Congsen, and the information found was completely different from Wei Congsen's actual experience.

Wei Congsen has experience as an international mercenary and lives in China incognito, so naturally he has to forge a fake resume.

If it was serious, they could have reported him, but he successfully passed the last dispute, entered the police station, and is still under community control, which shows that his status in the country is completely fine.

This is not something ordinary people can do.

Zhuang Baihua persuaded himself in his heart not to make things difficult for him, as long as Wei Congsen didn't harm others, he would put the rest aside first.

Zhuang Baihua began to analyze Wei Congsen's information very early on, trying to distinguish which ones were true and which ones were false, but Wei Congsen was undergoing psychotherapy before, so it was inconvenient to mention these things.

There are many interesting points in this.

At this time, Wei Congsen continued Zhuang Baihua's words: "Going back to Russia will remind me of bad memories and aggravate my psychological shadow. I can only stay away as much as possible."

Very reasonable, Zhuang Baihua nodded, and asked again: "What about your relatives?"

Wei Congsen heard this question and turned to look at Zhuang Baihua.

Zhuang Baihua also looked at him, and said with a smile: "You said that your mother, grandmother, cousins ​​and nieces are all named Natasha, which means that you have a big family with many members, so you should have a good relationship."

Zhuang Baihua propped his hands on the steps, with a calm smile on his face, calm and elegant, with a kind of calmness and calmness.

Wei Congsen looked at his handsome profile, and curled the corners of his lips: "Mr. Zhuang, you are really good, you have the feeling of a private detective."

Zhuang Baihua pretended not to hear his "compliment", and continued: "You also mentioned your parents, you said that your father fell in love with your mother at first sight, their love is very romantic, you yearn for it, I would like to believe what you said It is true, at least it shows that your family is harmonious."

Isn't this strange? A harmonious international family formed by free love has many family members, and it doesn't look like it is short of money. Why did Wei Congsen become a mercenary?

Mercenaries are all people who lick blood on the tip of their knives. Most of them are retired special forces or militiamen. Those people are used to that kind of life from beginning to end, but Wei Congsen is not.

Zhuang Baihua believes that in Wei Congsen's resume, it should be true that he studied in China when he was young. He did not have any military experience and returned to Russia at the age of 20. Why did he suddenly go to the end of the Eurasian continent and would like to stay there as a mercenary.

Wei Congsen didn't have any reason to take the risk.

Wei Congsen listened quietly to Zhuang Baihua's words. He was silent for a long time before he said, "You really have a detailed view of the big picture, and you don't let go of any clues."

He raised his head and sighed long: "I can't hide it from you, my family and I fell apart. When I was young, I went to the war-torn area in a fit of anger to prove myself, but I didn't expect to escape in despair."

Wei Congsen shut his mouth after saying this, without further words.

Zhuang Baihua observed Wei Congsen's expression and found that his expression was a bit gloomy, as if he was thinking about something, his lips were drawn into a straight line.

Zhuang Baihua regretted it immediately, he seemed to be pushing too hard, what if Wei Congsen's psychological problems rebounded again.

Seeing Zhuang Baihua looking at him, Wei Congsen smiled and said, "I'm telling the truth. I really ran away from home and have been staying in China for the past two years. You can check my entry and exit records. Believe me, ask my staff, I go to the boxing gym almost every day to check in."

He spoke sincerely, but the smile on his face was not so bright, even a bit of a fake smile, which looked a bit scary.

Since Wei Congsen said so, it is naturally inconvenient for Zhuang Baihua to ask, since it involves other people's housework.

"Anyway, thank you, Mr. Zhuang." Wei Congsen said, "Without you, I wouldn't have walked out so soon."

With his hands on his knees, he said earnestly: "I want to stay here and continue to run the boxing gym. Thanks to you, my idea is more determined, and I don't want to go home even more."

Zhuang Baihua quickly said: "Don't, make it look like I'm the one who ruined your family. The matter between you and your family still needs to be resolved. There is no difficulty between relatives."

Wei Congsen smiled, noncommittal.

After this trial, Zhuang Baihua got zero useful information.

Wei Congsen revealed that his becoming a mercenary had something to do with his family, but so what, it had nothing to do with Chi Yue.

At least it seemed so, when Wei Congsen was a mercenary, Chi Yue was still a middle school student.

Zhuang Baihua felt a little uneasy.

One is that Chi Yue reminded him not to trust Wei Congsen completely, and the other is that based on his experience, there are almost no invalid plots in the original book. As long as it is a setting that appears, it must have a deep meaning.

He also cared about the foreigners mentioned by the security guard. Obviously Wei Congsen's condition was getting better, but Zhuang Baihua didn't dare to relax his vigilance completely.

Zhuang Baihua has strengthened the company's security. Every time he enters and exits the company, it is safer. He also brings bodyguards with him when he goes out. He dare not relax at all.

I still remember that when he first traveled through time, he thought that the world was bright, who would dare to break the law and commit crimes, and he disliked the bodyguards to get in the way. He didn't expect to let the bodyguards follow him everywhere now, and his thoughts have completely changed.

This is all thanks to the bigots who are paranoid, who are always kidnapping, which makes him have to guard against it.

Not only his side, but Chi Yue also has to worry about it. Fortunately, Chi Yue is now the eldest son of the Luo family, the son Luo Zhenduo finally recognized, so he will naturally guarantee Chi Yue's safety. Chi Yue also has a car, which is much more secure than when she was riding a shared bicycle.

That day, Zhuang Baihua worked late at the company, and asked the driver to take him home according to the usual procedures. The luxury car drove out of the underground garage of the building, followed by an escort car.

There are layers of security checks to go out of the garage, and when the vehicle successfully drove onto the street, it was already late.

The traffic on the road was obviously less than during the day, so Zhuang Baihua leaned on the back seat and closed his eyes to rest.

The weather is getting cooler, and Zhuang Baihua can't help laughing when he thinks of the cold air from Siberia crossing the mountains and bringing a slight chill to the Chinese people.

The driver drove the car steadily, Zhuang Baihua's apartment was actually very close to the company, and there was no traffic jam at night, so he arrived in no time.

Just when the car was about to arrive at Zhuang Baihua's apartment, Zhuang Baihua suddenly felt shaking.

He opened his eyes and asked the driver, "What's wrong?"

The driver stared closely at the rearview mirror, and said in a nervous voice, "Mr. Zhuang, there is a car passing us by."

Before Zhuang Baihua could speak, the driver changed his wording: "It's not just one car, several cars surrounded us."