After being disabled, I hired a bodyguard

Area A of Xinyue Community is a villa area. It is separated from the high-rise area next door by layers of green belts, like an insurmountable high wall. Unemployed local tyrants and bald social animals who work overtime every day.

Of course, most of the time these words contain each other and can be arranged and combined at will.

The jobless local tyrant refers to He Yanzhi.

He Yanzhi is actually a rich second generation himself, if his father is still alive, he would be able to gnaw into the urn just by gnawing on the old man.It's a pity that Lao He is always a "bald local tyrant who works overtime every day". He lost his hair when he was only in his forties. One day more than ten years ago, he went out to drink with friends, and he fell to the ground after drinking too much, and never got up again.

At that time, He Yanzhi was still a student—a kind of ignorant and incompetent one—who was proud of meeting one of the three great joys in life, thinking that he would get rich overnight after his father died, who would have imagined that? The old-or-die thing actually made a will in advance, gave most of the property to his wife, and put a small part into the company, leaving only 1% for his son.

When old Mr. He was alive, the relationship between father and son was not good. Now that Mr. He is dead, the company didn't give his son anything.

Then He Yanzhi's mother ran away with most of the inheritance, and took her husband's money to find a boy who was 20 years younger than herself.

Although the money left by Mr. He is not a small amount for ordinary people, but He Yanzhi has been used to being pampered, and that amount of money is not enough for him to squander.

Furious, he inquired about several industries that made a lot of money. He felt that he was not the material to start a company. Bald like her father... In the end, her brain became hot, and relying on her good looks, she entered an entertainment industry that had nothing to do with her family's business.

Then it became what it is today.

The "brilliance" of the past is all a thing of the past. Now the retired old brother Yan is leaning against the French window in the living room and basking in the sun. Looking back at his life in the past 30 years, he feels as if he has experienced all kinds of storms and waves, and encountered all the best. However, I have done everything...but I always feel that something is missing.

He thought for a long time, but still couldn't figure out what was missing.

He Yanzhi sighed softly, blaming the reason he couldn't figure out on the fact that there were too many operations and anesthesia during this period, which was a bit nerve-wracking.

The afternoon sun in winter is very comfortable and warm on the body, which is very suitable for disabled people like him.

He couldn't sleep well at night, so he could only squint for a while during the day, but today he didn't know what was going on, his phone kept ringing, and every time he was about to fall asleep, someone called him.

He grabbed his phone impatiently for the first time: "Hello?... I don't buy insurance, and the insurance companies I bought insurance all went bankrupt."

"Huh? Selling cars, you may not have the style I want... Oh, you have everything, four wheels, two big and two small, can be pushed from the back, and can enter the special passageway. Give it to me. Ten, preferably electric."

"If you don't buy a house, I'll think about selling the cemetery."

He Yanzhi hung up the call expressionlessly, pinching the other party's "nerve" to a "sickness".He pinched the space between his brows wearily, thinking that it's better to turn off the phone.

If it weren't for waiting for someone to apply for a bodyguard, he wouldn't answer these endless sales calls with his mobile phone on.

In fact, he didn't really plan to hire a bodyguard at first, it was just that he was blinded by the pain that night, and he could only blame the big brother who received his message for being too aggressive. When he woke up the next day, he saw a message from the other party. Reply:

[Brother Yan, I posted it online for you, and printed out the small advertisement, but your condition...is really not too high]

He Yanzhi: "..."

He originally wrote and wrote casually, so you can just read it casually, why should you be serious.

So he had no choice but to make mistakes—the strange thing was that he didn't expect to be able to recruit people, but somehow he started to look forward to it, so he kept his mobile phone on and waited for the call, thinking that it would be fine even if someone came to fool him.

It's a pity that after half a month in a row, no one cares about it.

He even wondered if the old man had written his cell phone number wrong.

At this moment, his eyelids kept closing together again, and the phone rang again while he was half asleep.

He frowned, thinking that this group of people is really endless, he picked it up impatiently, and before the other party opened his mouth, he said: "I don't buy a house, a car, or insurance, I don't engage in sex, I don't do business, I don't take health care products. I don’t need footwear for the elderly, and I can’t fly even if I wear them. This number is not a special number, and there are no hidden easter eggs. Please don’t call for fun. If you dial casually, I advise you to hang up quickly. If you don’t agree, please call 10086.”

There was silence on the phone for a few seconds, and finally a nice male voice came: "Didn't you want to find a bodyguard? Excuse me, goodbye."

"...Wait a minute," He Yanzhi woke up suddenly, opened his eyes suddenly, and his tone suddenly softened, "I'm looking for a bodyguard, are you...?"

"I'm at the gate of Xinyue Community," the other party said, "but the guard won't let me in."

Listening to him, He Yanzhi felt that this person should be very young. Although his voice was a bit cold, it was not forceful and quite comfortable.

He hurriedly said, "Give your mobile phone to the guard, and I'll let him let you in."

The other party did as he said, and He Yanzhi chatted with the guard who had a bad accent, and the uncle happily let him go.

He reported a detailed house number, and went to the window to have a look.

For security considerations, the floor-to-ceiling windows are made of special glass, so that the outside can be seen clearly from the inside, but the inside cannot be seen from the outside.He watched by the window for a while, and soon a figure appeared in his field of vision.

The person came with his head down, he still couldn't see the other person's face clearly, he only saw that this person was wearing a neat sportswear, which was a kind of tight-fitting style, with a narrow and strong waist pinched out.He put one hand in his trouser pocket, held his mobile phone in the other, and carried only one side of his backpack behind him—a style that has become very popular recently.

This person walked under the sun, but it seemed to be more dazzling than the sun.

He Yanzhi's eyes were glued to him and he couldn't tear it off—it was different, obviously he had seen many people dressed like this before, but the one downstairs just gave people a different feeling.

He was distracted for a moment, and the figure outside the window had already flashed into an invisible place, and at the same time, a voice came from the phone receiver again: "I'm at your door, won't you open the door for me?"

He Yanzhi quickly returned to his senses: "Wait a minute."

As he spoke, he hung up the call, manipulated the electric wheelchair to move himself from the window to the door, and stretched his arms to unlock the door.

Although the sun was shining brightly today, it was winter after all, and the temperature difference between indoor and outdoor was huge. As soon as the door was opened, the cold air outside would seep in.

The person outside the door was still looking at his mobile phone, but now he raised his eyelids from bottom to top and met his gaze.

Immediately, the two kept quiet in a very tacit understanding, and neither of them spoke.

He has been in the entertainment industry for ten years. He was originally crazy. The more people who follow him, the more excited he is, no matter whether he is a fan or a black man.

This was the first time he felt uncomfortable being stared at.

Finally, it was the person who came who spoke first. There was a little laughter in his tone, and he raised an eyebrow half-jokingly: "You... are you really looking for a bodyguard, not a nanny? I think it may be difficult for you to go out, and you need Bodyguard?"

He Yanzhi faltered: "Bodyguards and nanny... almost."

"It's much worse." The other party looked at him condescendingly, "Let me ask first, is the monthly salary really [-]?"

He Yan was taken aback.

... sixty thousand?

"Wait," he hurriedly picked up his phone and opened the message from that day, carefully read what he had sent, and covered his face with his hands, "...Sorry, I typed an extra 0."

People turn around and leave.

"...Stop!" He Yanzhi was so angry that he almost lost his breath. He thought to himself, what kind of thing is this? A nanny's monthly salary of [-] is not enough, but he can only eat the water splashed by the posted advertisements. Huang Lian, thinking he was unlucky, "Six...sixty thousand is sixty thousand, you come in first, and close the door...the door."

The other party was also straightforward. Upon hearing his words, he immediately took back the foot he had just stepped out, and closed the door politely: "Are you cold?"

He Yanzhi was shaking from the cold, only feeling that he would have to suffer from pain all night again tonight.As soon as he turned his wheelchair and turned inside, he said in a bad tone: "Disabled people can't stand the cold. If you really want to be my babysitter...then come in as a bodyguard."

"It doesn't matter what you keep, the main reason is that I lack money." The other party stood behind him, "What do you need me for?"

He Yanzhi didn't ask him why he was short of money, parked the wheelchair back by the window, pulled a blanket from the sofa and put it on his lap: "What do you know?"

"Everything, except warming the bed." The other party took off his backpack and sat down on the sofa. "It's okay to fight, but if you get injured... you should reimburse the medical expenses, right?"

The corner of He Yanzhi's eyes twitched, thinking, is this the attitude a nanny should have?

He pulled the blanket up to his chest and looked at the other person carefully: "Are you still a student? How old are you this year?"

"The senior is about to graduate."

"Where are you going to work?"

"Not working, I'm going to graduate school."

"Already finished the exam? Judging by your appearance... are you sure?"

"There's still one month left for the exam." The other party raised his eyes as he said, "You seem to be very concerned about my personal information? You still need to inquire about this when hiring a nanny?"

"I have to know how long you can work." He Yanzhi felt sleepy after being exposed to the sun, and adjusted the back of the chair to a comfortable angle. "What's your name?"

"Yu Heng, Yu of Boyu Weeping Stick, Heng of Curling Yuheng."

He Yan had never heard of either of the two words he said, so he couldn't help being stunned: "What?"

"...Happy happiness has no vertical heart, and a balanced balance."

"Oh," this time He Yanzhi understood, and exchanged names with him politely, "He Yanzhi, the inkstone of the inkstone."

"He Yanzhi?" Yu Heng's eyebrows moved slightly, "It sounds familiar."

He Yanzhi said that Lao Tzu was really famous, and before he could show his complacency, he heard the other party continue the second half of the sentence: "I remember, I just came here by subway, and there was a poster of you on the subway station with your signature on it." .”

"Well, maybe it was because I didn't withdraw before..."

"Thanks to being sealed in the glass wall," Yu Heng raised the corner of his mouth, "and then someone sprayed two red crosses on the eyes with paint—how much are you hated?"

He Yanzhi: "..."