Chapter 1, The bad taste of rich people (this chapter is free)

Ye Qiu felt that he was living a useless life.

After staying in a poor ravine for more than ten years, waiting for a rich but lazy old man, I finally waited until he was willing to let me go, but I didn't expect that I would still have to wait on others. Was I born to be a slave?

Bodyguard? To put it simply, it is a male nanny. When the master is in danger, he has to use his body to block bullets.

I don’t know which eldest lady in Yanjing wants to recruit me as a bodyguard. Isn’t she afraid of shortening her life?

It was September, the peak period for students from major universities to return to school. The train Ye Qiu took to Yanjing was packed with students going to Yanjing to study.

"What school are you from?" A bespectacled man opposite asked the long-haired girl sitting by the window next to Ye Qiu with a smile on his face.

"Shui Mu University." The girl replied shyly. She had just left the high school youth, and she still couldn't let go when boys approached her.

"Ah, really? I'm from the Information Management Department of Shuimu University. We all come from the same city to study, and we go to the same university, which is kind of fate. Come and sit down if you have time. I heard that there is a fellow student association in the university.

"Yeah." The man with glasses said with a smile, and there was something flattering in his words.

However, the long-haired girl next to me is also really beautiful. Although her clothes are a bit conservative compared to girls in big cities, her small face is as delicate as water. She is tall and has a good temperament. It is normal to attract flowers and plants.

"Yeah." The girl nodded.

When the bespectacled man saw that the girl had no interest in talking, he shifted his attention to Ye Qiu, who was also young. He was going to detour from him to attract the girl's attention and asked, "You also came to Yanjing to study?"

"No. I'm here to work." Ye Qiu shook his head.

"Migrant workers?" The boy's eyes looked a little strange.

How could Ye Qiu, a human-spirited person, not see the contempt in his eyes and words? But he didn't have the same knowledge as this little brat, so he curled his lips and ignored him.

"Well, now that the global economy is in recession, life is not easy for migrant workers, right? I was reading the newspaper a few days ago, and there was an article titled "Economic Crisis, Migrant Workers Go Home Early for the New Year in Tears"... It's only September, and there are actually

A large number of migrant workers have returned to their hometowns. But you are not bad. When others are going home, you can still rush to Yanjing to work. Have you found a job? If not, I can help you. I have a

A relative works in a construction company in Yanjing. With your figure...if I introduce you, you should be able to carry a mud bag and move bricks to the construction site without any problem."

When the boy said these words, his eyes glanced at the girl from time to time. Just as he expected, the girl was indeed attracted by his words. Her beautiful big eyes stared at Ye Qiu without blinking, which was a bit sympathetic.

smell.

"Do you want to pick her up?" Ye Qiu pointed at the long-haired girl next to him and said.

"Ah?" The boy didn't expect that a migrant worker would ask such a direct question, and it would hit his mind. He was stunned for a long time with his mouth wide open. The long-haired girl next to him also had a blushing face, biting a thin

The lips looked like they were about to speak but were hesitant to speak.

"Why the hell do you want to pick up girls and hook me up? Red flowers need green leaves to match? Want to use my poverty to set off your wealth? Want to use my ignorance to set off your love for Mizuki? Want to use my handsomeness...

To set off your pig-kidney face? You look like Football Association Chairman Xie with his arms akimbo. You have no IQ and you are bald like others. You have low self-esteem and you want to find confidence from me? Who do you think you are? Dare to interrupt you by talking to me again.

Dog legs." Ye Qiu pointed at the guy across from him and cursed him with a perfect combination of country vernacular and Internet popular vocabulary, scolding him bloody.

Because Ye Qiu's voice was a bit high, the whole carriage could hear the noise. Most of the carriages were students. After hearing Ye Qiu's classic Chinese curse, they actually clapped. When they stood up and saw this

When the words came out of the mouth of a guy dressed as a migrant worker, several people actually brought several cans of beer and rushed to toast Ye Qiu.

"You...why are you so incompetent?" the man said angrily.

"Quality? Are you talking about quality with me? Are you worthy?" Ye Qiu sneered. "When you were eight years old, you were still wetting the bed. When you were twelve years old, you started to peek at your sister taking a bath. When you were sixteen years old, you raped your deskmate with drugs.

...Your English is very poor, but you got over 120 points in the test this time. You know how it happened, right? You just kicked your thirteenth girlfriend two days ago, and now she comes to me again.

You still have the nerve to talk about your quality with me when you are trying to pick up girls in front of me? I am one of the top five good villagers in our village every year. How can you compare?"

"You...you...you lied..." The boy's face was severely distorted, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, his pupils were swollen, and he looked at Ye Qiu in disbelief.

They just met by chance in the car, why could he know so much about him?

"Lying? Are you sure?" Ye Qiu asked in a cold voice, and the sneer at the corner of his mouth made the other party's heart twitch.

"you you……"

Seeing the other person's submissive look, Ye Qiu sneered twice and turned his attention away from him.

He really didn't take this kind of thing seriously. If he hadn't implicated himself, he wouldn't have wasted his spiritual energy on such a meaningless thing.

In order to pry into his consciousness, no one knows how many souls were wasted. Ye Qiu unconsciously stroked a platinum ring with a strange pattern on his right hand, feeling a little regretful. His ability to predict accurately just now came from this ring.

A magical ring that peeks into other people's souls.

Ye Qiu is a pragmatist and will never do anything thankless.

"Can you read faces?" The long-haired beauty next to him looked at Ye Qiu in surprise.

"Ah?" Ye Qiu was stunned for a moment. Then he thought, she must have thought that she could accurately calculate that the beast opposite was a matter of physiognomy. Naturally, Ye Qiu would not refute, and nodded enigmatically.

"Ah, can you do the math for me?" the girl asked expectantly.

"No." Ye Qiu refused.

"Please, please help me," the girl begged. I felt pity for her sad little face.

"Then... okay. What do you want to see?" Ye Qiu was embarrassed for a while, and finally nodded in agreement.

"...marriage."

"Okay. Stretch your hand."

"You still want to use your hands? Didn't you just..."

"Should you watch it or not? If you don't watch it, I'll be disappointed. What matters to him is his character, and what matters to you is your marriage. Can it be the same?"

"Oh. Okay." The girl saw Ye Qiu angry and panicked, and quickly handed her soft and white hand to Ye Qiu.

The boy opposite looked at him with fire in his eyes, but he could do nothing about it. Although he didn't want to admit it, he was afraid of Ye Qiu from the bottom of his heart. This guy who looked harmless when he smiled was simply a devil.

As the announcement rang, Yanjing Station arrived.

The boy opposite didn't want to stay with Ye Qiu for a second longer. Before the car stopped, he took his luggage and ran to the train door to wait to get off.

Ye Qiu stood up to pick up his own luggage, and also helped Lan Kexin pick up her pink suitcase. After chatting along the way, the two were now very familiar with each other.

"Ye Qiu, can we still meet?" Lan Kexin saw Ye Qiu leaving with the bag, and hurriedly caught up with her small suitcase.

"Didn't I tell you just now? Marriage is destined by God." Ye Qiu said with a smile.

"Then... do you have a mobile phone number? Maybe give me a phone number or contact information?" Lan Kexin refused to give up.

Ye Qiu smiled bitterly and said, "You can tell by the look on my face that I can't afford a mobile phone. As for the address... I really don't know where I'm going."

He Lan Kexin waved freely, and Ye Qiu followed the crowd and squeezed towards the exit.

Before leaving, the old man said that someone would pick him up at the station. Ye Qiu didn't know who the person who picked him up was or what he looked like. He just knew that he came to Yanjing to be a bodyguard for a girl. So Lan Kexin just now When asked for his address, he really didn't know where he would live.

After leaving the ticket gate, Ye Qiu saw his name in the crowd at a glance.

A man in a black suit held a sign with the word 'Ye Qiu' written in regular script. Next to him was an old man dressed similarly.

"Are you waiting for Ye Qiu?" Ye Qiu walked over and asked, carrying the luggage bag.

"Who are you?" The old man looked at Ye Qiu with confusion.

"I am."

"...Sorry, please forgive my presumption. Do you have anything to prove your identity?" Uncle Wang really couldn't connect the boy in front of him with the bodyguard of the eldest lady of the Tang family.

"Hey, luckily I'm over eighteen." Ye Qiu said, taking out his ID card from his pocket.

The old man took Ye Qiu's ID card and looked at it again and again. The address on the ID card was from the same place as the Ye Qiu he wanted to pick up. And this identity didn't seem to be a new one... Is this person really Ye Qiu?

It's over, the eldest lady is going to go crazy.

"Let's go. Let's go see the lady. You are the person invited by the master and you are our lady's full-time bodyguard." The old man made an invitation gesture.

The guy who was raped by Ye Qiu on the train saw Ye Qiu being escorted by two men in suits and leather shoes into a Mercedes-Benz RV with a special license plate. His eyes widened. Then he cursed fiercely: "You bastard, there are What kind of migrant workers do rich people pretend to be? Pretending to be b.”
Chapter completed!