After being disabled, I hired a bodyguard

He Yanzhi lay on the bed and waited for the other party to come back - he was just a salted fish in his current state, and he had nothing to do except eat and drink.

The only thing that can make people interested is to "hook up" the newly appointed "bodyguard".

Perhaps it was Yu Heng's voice that reassured him a little, he actually fell asleep before the other party came back, this sleep lasted for an hour, dark and sweet, without dreaming.

You must know that the quality of his sleep has been so poor recently that the sleep monitoring software can't give a score. It is basically impossible to sleep for an hour so steadily.

Surprisingly, it did it today.

He Yanzhi just woke up, and he was still a little confused. He put the back of his hand on his forehead, squinted his eyes and let go for a while, and then he heard a slight noise outside the house with his ears that regained their sense function.

The bedroom door was not closed tightly, it was opened a crack, and the sound leaked in through the crack of the door, along with the aroma of the food wafting in.

He Yanzhi was stunned for a while, and then realized belatedly—oh, Yu Heng should be back, and no one has the key to his house except him.

He tried to move himself into the wheelchair, but he just woke up feeling weak, and he had no strength at all. He tried several times but failed.

He was a little frustrated at once, and after struggling for a moment, he chose to abandon his self-esteem that was not worth two cents, and shouted to the door: "Yu Heng! Come in and help me!"

Yu Heng obviously heard it, and quickly opened the door to come in, followed by a more intense scent: "What's the matter?"

He Yanzhi was so greedy that he swallowed his saliva, and pointed to the wheelchair parked beside the bed: "What are you doing so fragrant? Help me..."

Before he finished speaking, Yu Heng already understood what he meant, and directly stepped forward to pick him up from the bed, and put him gently into the wheelchair: "You look like a woman who just gave birth. Yes, I made some chicken soup for you to make up for it."

He Yanzhi: "..."

There is something wrong with this metaphor.

Yu Heng pushed the house out for him again, and put it aside in the living room: "You play by yourself, I'm cooking, it's going to be mushy."

He Yanzhi: "..."

How does this little brat talk to his uncle?

He Yanzhi frowned, feeling that the new bodyguards were quite lacking, and couldn't help but chase after him into the kitchen: "It's fine if you don't call me uncle, is there anyone who talks to elders like this?"

Yu Heng was putting green vegetables into the pot, and said loudly: "Uncle? Do you think you are very old, or do you think I don't know how to check your information? We are only eight years apart. If you want to take advantage of me, there is no door."

Gee.

He Yanzhi crossed his arms: "There is a generation gap in three years, and the difference between us is [-], rounded up to one generation—what's wrong with calling Uncle Sheng?"

Yu Heng glanced at him: "Do you have any special hobbies? For example...like forbidden love beyond age?"

He Yanzhi: "..."

What's going on in this little kid's mind?

"I can accommodate you in everything else, but this is not enough." Yu Heng put the lid on the pot and smiled confidently, "You can also fire me, anyway, apart from me, you won't be able to find a suitable job for a while. chosen by people."

He Yanzhi: "..."

Uncle He, who was swayed by the "little kid", was itching his teeth angrily: "I will deduct your salary!"

"You won't," Yu Heng said without any fear, "You'll find that you can't leave me in a week, and you'll do everything possible to urge me to come back as soon as I leave the house—it's too late to keep me, How could it be possible to deduct my salary?"

He Yanzhi: "?"

Should it be said that he is too narcissistic, or that his brain power is too outstanding?

Suddenly, he didn't really want to be acquainted with this imaginative little kid. He pursed his lips and steered the wheelchair back to the living room.

He casually grabbed his phone, but after thinking about it, it didn't seem like much fun. Weibo was full of personal attacks, and chatting with friends. Teammates sprayed from the beginning to the end.

It seems to be a kind of ability for people to live such a failure.

He Yanzhi was suddenly a little depressed, put down the cell phone he had just picked up, copied the remote control instead, and turned on the TV.

TV is better, never worry that the host of the news network will come out of the screen and hit him.

He listened to the social facts with his left ear and his right ear, and he didn't feel that these things had anything to do with him. Although he was sloppy, sloppy, and scumbag, he knew that he was a good star who paid taxes according to the law.

Although it is "outdated" taste.

Just like the half-pack of air that comes with eating potato chips, it’s too expensive to eat, but it’s a pity to throw it away.

He Yanzhiwo was in a daze in the wheelchair, and he didn't come back to his senses until a figure passed by him, and asked the person in a strange way: "Yu Heng, you should be considered a schoolboy in your school, right?"

Yu Heng paused for a moment, then took the plate and went to the restaurant again: "It's about the same, why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

He Yanzhi: "You said you have such good looks, you are tall, and you have a good figure, why did you come here to be a bodyguard? Aren't you reckless?"

Yu Heng came back to him and looked at him in surprise: "You seem to have misunderstood. I am better at fighting than my looks, and my monthly salary is [-]. Not to mention bodyguards, I am a nanny, security guard, and childcare worker."

He Yanzhi: "..."

Really do not pick ah.

"Then you..." He continued to ask tentatively, "Didn't you consider coming to the entertainment industry to hang out? You are handsome and capable of fighting. You are very exciting in marketing."

Yu Heng brought the casserole out of the kitchen: "What's the point of staying in that kind of smoky place? You've been messing around in it for ten years, and it's not enough to get dirty, and you want to drag others into the water?"

He Yanzhi: "..."

It seems so.

He raised his head and glanced at Yu Heng, and then lowered his eyelids again—thinking that he has come and gone in the wind and rain all these years, but he ended up like this in the end, all his achievements and fame are like a pinch of burnt soot, collectively referred to as "a dirty body" .

A little bit embarrassed, a little bit worthless for myself, but I also know that he has no position to complain.

He Yanzhi pursed his lips and said nothing.

Yu Heng realized that he might have said something that shouldn't be said, he paused his fingers, and suddenly remembered that the person in front of him didn't seem to be an ordinary employer, he was the one who once turned the entertainment industry upside down, relying on black material and exposing others The star He Yanzhi who is famous for black materials.

People gave him the nickname - Shit Stirring Stick.

However, whether it is He Yanzhi on the screen or the shit-stirring stick that everyone gets to kill, he is a person of that height. Now a car accident is like letting him go from the roof of a skyscraper into an underground garage. The gap is so big that most people really can't bear it.

Thinking of this, Yu Heng couldn't help but tremble—it's bad, if he pokes at his sore spot again, it makes him doubt his life, and he can't think of committing suicide for a while, what should he do?

Then his salary of 6 yuan will be ruined!

He was suddenly a little annoyed, wishing he could go back to 5 minutes ago and get back what he said just now.He coughed hurriedly, trying to change the subject: "Let's eat, it won't taste good when it's cold."

He Yanzhi still didn't answer.

Yu Heng stared at him, only feeling that the sick and depressed He Yanzhi and the high-spirited He Yanzhi were completely two people, and there was no way to connect them together.

I heard that He Yanzhi had a bad temper in the past, and single-handedly scolded and dismissed seven managers, eighteen assistants, three hundred bodyguards, and... tens of millions of black fans.

Suddenly a little afraid of what is going on.

Now this look of looking down and not looking at people is very similar to "reading the big move".

He didn't speak, and Yu Heng didn't dare to speak again. The dishes on the table exuded an attractive aroma, and the heat slowly rose and dispersed in the air.

Two minutes later, He Yanzhi finally raised his head, but he didn't read out the big move, and only sighed inaudibly: "Okay, let's eat."

Yu Heng: "..."

President Yan, what happened?

He watched in amazement as the other party moved himself to the dining table and picked up the chopsticks: "Sit down, too."

Yu Heng had no choice but to sit beside him, and first filled him with a bowl of steaming chicken soup: "Let's have a sip of soup first, to warm your stomach."

He Yanzhi changed his "never obedient" style, obediently scooped up a spoonful, blew it, put it into his mouth and tasted it: "You are good at cooking, few college students know how to cook nowadays."

Yu Heng got the compliment, so he felt relieved: "It's just as long as you like it, I'm afraid it won't suit your taste."

"I already have the virtue that my grandma doesn't love and my uncle doesn't love. What else is not good enough?" He Yanzhi didn't seem to like to talk about himself, so he quickly diverted the topic, "Where is your family here?" side?"

Yu Heng nodded.

"Are you also studying here?"

"Ah."

"It's fine if a girl loves her family, you are a young man, why don't you go a little further?"

"My family's situation is quite special, so I don't want to go far." Yu Heng pushed the dish to the other party. "My mother is gone, my sister is still young, and my father is alone. I'm afraid he won't be busy. If the school is close, we can do it every now and then. Go back and help me out."

He Yanzhi clasped his fingertips on the edge of the bowl, guessing that "not here" should refer to "dead", so he didn't continue to poke someone's sore spot: "How old is your sister?"

"Ten years younger than me, just in the first grade of junior high school."

That's small enough.

While the two were talking, there was a soft "meow" from under the dining table. He Yanzhi looked down and met a plump and healthy orange cat.

It's still a long-haired orange, with a white chin, white chest, four paws stepping on "white socks", and looks quite good.

It's a pity that she is a dead eunuch, not a little fairy.

"Oh, by the way, the cat is temporarily kept in my house, and the litter box is placed on the balcony. There should be no smell in the house." Yu Heng glanced at the cat, "You shouldn't be allergic to cat hair, right?"

"No allergies means no allergies." He Yanzhi looked at the cat's long fur, already feeling ominous, "But if you dare to make the whole room full of cat hair, I'll never end with you."

Yu Heng: "..."

Then there was no end to it.

Daju wandered around under his feet for a while, raised his paws and scratched his trouser legs, then jumped up, and the "flexible fat man" suddenly landed on him.

He Yanzhi didn't feel his legs at first, but when he let him sit like this, he felt for no reason that he had endured a "heavy weight that life cannot bear", and he was afraid that he might break a bone.

At the same time, he twitched the corner of his mouth, couldn't help gasping, and said through gritted teeth: "Ancestor, please raise your paw, you stepped on me—even if you are an eunuch, you don't have to think about turning me into an eunuch, right?"