Mistress Her Brother [Transmigration Book]

Master Qi's real name is not Qi. It is said that when he debuted in his early years, others called him Xiaoqi, but later he gradually became famous, and the word "father" was added after the title.Let's call him Qiye, he didn't have one, two, three, four, five, six in front of him...so he became Qiye in the end.

Master Qi used to work very hard and had many hidden wounds in his body. When he was young, he didn't feel anything. When he was old, various old people's diseases surged, and he seemed to be haggard overnight. He looked worse than ordinary old men. older.

Song Mo accidentally saw the old man collapsed on the side of the road when he was crossing the road. At that time, no one dared to go up to help him, and they were all worried that he had touched the porcelain.An old man was lying on the ground, staring at his cloudy eyes unwillingly, and desperately reaching out to passers-by, as if trying to grasp the last straw in his life, looking extremely desolate.

Since Song Mo inherited the skills of acupuncture and massage from the old monk, he also understands the basics, so it can be seen whether the old man is just pretending or really dying.

Seeing that the old man had less air in and out more, Song Mo immediately unwrapped the toothpick he took away after eating fast food (at that time he didn't have the money to customize his own acupuncture needles), and stabbed the old man's key points with force. Immediately after the emergency work, he called 120 for him.

When the old man was sent to the hospital, the little nurse in the emergency room even praised Song Mo for sending him on time. If it was later, it might be difficult to save him.

Song Mo was actually afraid of running into Pengci, so while everyone in the emergency room was busy and the old man hadn't woken up, he sneaked away from the back door of the hospital without leaving his name or contact information. It is more slippery than oiled.

Unexpectedly, Song Mo was blocked on the road by a group of social youths when he came back from school the next day after taking his graduation photos.

At that time, the leader was the cockscomb head. He rubbed his hands and said to Song Mo respectfully: "Little friend, don't be nervous. Our boss just asked us to thank you for your brave actions..."

More than a dozen people surrounded a clean young boy in a school uniform. This scene was a bit exciting, and the classmates who were leaving school with Song Mo almost wanted to call the police.

Of course, the result was not reported. Song Mo was taken to the hospital by these young and Dangerous boys like a moon, and met Master Qi in the VIP ward.

Master Qi boldly stated that Song Mo will be the person they will protect from now on, and that he can find his little brother if there is any difficulty. He also said that although he is in the hospital, he still cares about the savior, so let the little brothers take good care of him. people.

As a result, within two days, Song Mo saw those younger brothers fighting with someone on the road again when crossing the road, and was almost beaten to the point of bleeding, so he had no choice but to help, and finally saved Jiguantou from being disfigured tragedy.

After learning about this, Master Qi changed the subject and object of his previous remarks on the phone, and said to Song Mo: "Xiao Song, I will entrust you to my younger brothers from now on..."

From then on, Song Mo would rather take a detour than take the accident-prone road.

After watching Jiguantou brothers enter the police station with the self-criticism, Song Mo also closed the memory box, and walked back slowly with his hands in his pockets.

After walking a few steps, he received a call from Guo Ang: "Amo, come to the rescue, I can't hold on anymore!"

"What emergency?" Song Mo heard the background sound on the other end of the phone was a little noisy, which seemed to be mixed with cheers and applause, "Don't panic, just speak slowly."

"I'm here..." The youngest Guo reported his address, and instead of slowing down, he spoke faster and faster, which shows how anxious he was at the moment, "I will be eliminated without you, and now I can't lift my arms stand up……"

Song Mo frowned: "Didn't I tell you to take a good rest recently and don't touch the racket? If you continue like this, if your hands are scrapped, the gods will not be able to save them."

"I promise it's only this time, I'm still a few points away from qualifying for the competition..." Guo Ang's voice sounded like he was about to cry.

"It's just this one time, it's not an example." Song Mo stopped a car by the side of the road, "You will be reimbursed for the fare."

"Of course! Come quickly!" Guo Ang couldn't help urging again.

"It's really troublesome." Song Mo muttered.

He didn't worry about one or two, he had only traveled for less than a month, what kind of friends did he make.

Despite complaining, Song Mo rushed to the tennis court he mentioned before Guo Ang was about to play.

The youngest Guo used to play tennis well, but recently he has changed his mind and is striving towards the goal of being a professional player. His family does not expect him to be talented in business. Anyway, there are many children in the family, so they support him to become an athlete. It's a serious job.

Mr. Guo heard that he was aiming for the end-of-year tour, and he patted him on the shoulder, telling him to work hard to "win glory for the country"... The old man is obviously not very clear about the classification of tennis tournaments. Guo Ang is also happy for him to misunderstand. Enough, if he ranks up, he will one day be able to go to the arena that those professional players dream of.

In order not to disappoint the old man at home, Guo Ang will go to almost any competition, even if it is a practice match without points, just to accumulate experience.

So his arm was finally unable to bear the huge amount of exercise a while ago, and it was almost scrapped, and his back, knees, and ankles were also injured to varying degrees.

Guo Ang hired several professional masseuses and went to the hospital, but the results were not very good.On the contrary, I went to the bathing center once, and after being pressed by a little white face, I felt refreshed and my arms were not so sore. From then on, I always came to Song Mo.

If Song Mo hadn't rejected the offer to become his exclusive masseur, Guo Ang really wanted to worship him as a Buddha...

Not to mention, although Song Mo is younger than him, he is also handsome, and looks easy to bully.But Guo Ang didn't know why, but he was a little afraid of him. As long as Song Mo glanced at him lightly, his waist would straighten a little, just like the conditioned reflex of a wild animal when it smelled a dangerous breath.

It's the same at this moment, as soon as Song Mo entered his lounge, he glanced at him, Guo Ang immediately stood up, because the movement was too fast, but the back muscles were pulled, and even the muscles in the arms were also aching: " Aw..."

"Idiot." Song Mo gave him a disgusted look, "Take off your clothes, give me the towel."

"I'll play in 15 minutes...Amo, I'll leave my future to you..." Guo Ang grinned in pain, and he didn't forget to put on a flattering smile, making his face even more ferocious.

Song Mo turned his head to the other side, not wanting to see his silly expression, wiped his hands and pressed on his arm.

Guo Ang was in pain and comfortable, and couldn't help but want to let out a cry of ecstasy. Song Mo had already prepared, and found a towel to cover his mouth to reduce the noise.

After nearly 10 minutes passed, Song Mo finally breathed a sigh of relief, went to the bathroom to wash his hands without looking at Guo Laoyao.And Guo Ang looks like he was fished out of the water, but his eyes are more energetic.

"Your skills are better than Popeye's spinach!" Guo Ang moved his arms, smiling like a nympho, "Seriously, you can be my personal masseur, I can give you a hundred Ten thousand annual salary!"

"If you participate in the competition now, what is the highest prize money you can get?" Song Mo gave him a sideways glance.

"Ten to... 20?" With Guo Ang's level and points, all he can participate in are small competitions, and the prize money is naturally not high. "But I didn't go there for that little bonus. I still have a dividend from my family's company. Talking about the annual pocket money scares you to death, and I can definitely support you!"

Guo Ang raised his head.

Song Mo wiped his hands expressionlessly: "No, I don't want to hang myself on a tree."

"Then why did you agree to Nie Ziye to be his assistant?" Guo Ang stared at Song Mo aggrievedly.He was also well-informed, not to mention that after that night he paid special attention to Nie Ziye's movements.

Knowing that Song Mo actually agreed to be Nie Ziye's assistant, Guo Ang's heart was almost broken.

"He looks more handsome than you." And since he is the male lead, he may become his brother-in-law in the future, if he doesn't help Nie Ziye, who will he help?Song Mo secretly said in his heart.Then he raised his leg and gave Guo Ang a kick, "Please tell me when you can use the money you earned, don't put on such a disgusting expression, hurry up and play your game!"

Guo Ang sighed, then picked up the racket, and reluctantly went to the field: "I misread the wrong person, so you are also an evil face control..."

"Well, come on, you wicked rich second generation."

The tennis court here is very lively, two-thirds of the audience is seated, and there is a live broadcast from the local station, creating an atmosphere of a regular game.

Such excitement also attracted people who came to the nearby stadiums for leisure and entertainment.

Jian Che put her hands flat on her eyebrows, and made a gesture of looking into the distance: "What are you doing over there?"

"It seems that there is a competition." Bai Fangchen didn't care much, he took out a new tennis ball from his pocket and was about to serve it, and saw that guy Jian Che had already crossed the net and ran to the opposite side, "Hey, two beauties, do you want to follow me?" Are you going to watch the game together?"

Jian Che was always the most active of the three of them. Nie Ziye was late and didn't show up. Originally, the three of them plus a coach had made an appointment to play doubles, but it turned out that the two of them played mixed doubles with two other girls.

And I don't know if it was a coincidence, but those two girls happened to be Song Xing and her friends.

"Come on, come on!" Jian Che put her hands on her female partner's shoulders very naturally, "I'm exhausted, so let's watch the game and rest, maybe I can learn some skills from professional players. Beauty, what do you want to drink, I will buy it later!"

The female partner looked more introverted and innocent than Song Xing, her face turned red when someone put her shoulders on her shoulders, and she looked at Song Xing at a loss.

Song Xing looked back at Bai Fangchen, feeling a little embarrassed: "Then shall we...go?"

"Go." Bai Fangchen finally had no choice but to nod.

Relying on Jian Che's relationship with the club owner, the four of them squeezed into the audience seats in the front row. Not long after they sat down, Bai Fangchen's eyes fell on a young man opposite him.

"Aye! Here, here." Jian Che stood up, waved to Nie Ziye who had just arrived, and enthusiastically stuffed a popsicle into his hand.

Nie Ziye, who was fully armed, complained that his gaze could penetrate the sunglasses on his face: "Hey, is there still a live broadcast here, are you two worried that my exposure rate is not enough... and this ice, I Work out recently and don't eat junk food."

He threw the popsicle back into Jian Che's arms.

Jian Che pouted, and was about to insult him, when Bai Fangchen pulled his arm suddenly, making him switch places with her.

Bai Fangchen approached Nie Ziye, pointed at the opposite side: "Here, I asked you for leave after only one day of work, and the reason is to watch the football game?"

Nie Ziye was startled when he saw Song Mo across from him, and then his face darkened when he saw who was sitting on the player's rest chair.

His focus was not on Song Mo skipping work to watch the football game, but on:

——This lingering youngest Guo, why is he so annoying?