The sun shone through the sky and the dark blue windows reflected the birds flying by, flapping their wings to the roof of the distant building, chirping and combing their feathers.

The panoramic windows on the high-rise building reflected the long-legged brown-haired woman, listening to the words from the phone, responding coldly.

"I know, I've read the news and I'll pay attention to this situation."

He hung up the phone, threw it to the desk, leaned against the back of the chair and changed direction, looked at the woman who was looking at the trance opposite the table, put down the pen between his fingers, and outlined a smile on his red lips.

"How about the vacation? Have you ever had an unforgettable vacation with your boyfriend?"

"Please don't mention it."

Linda heard this title and her expression drooped, her hands were hugging her red lips and snorted, "That guy has found another love in New York...Boss, I just proposed..."

Opposite, a woman named Natalie squeezed out her long voice of "Hmm?" with her mouth and nose. Linda quickly shut her mouth. Anchorton is a very famous company in the United States. The person in front of her is Anchorton's boss, who has been studying since she was a child. She is 33 years old this year and has never heard of her having a boyfriend, but since the boss doesn't want to, she can't continue talking.

After a moment, she turned around and led to the phone call just now, asking what was wrong.

"Who made the phone call, your expression was very serious."

"Professor Harris was killed." Natalie rubbed her eyebrows, and with the sound of hissing, she raised one leg and put it on her other leg, and the glass thread was tightened and it turned white.

The woman flipped the pen between her fingers, and her eyes were filled with a hint of solemnity.

"Although Anchorton did not cooperate with him, he suddenly died, and the research data placed at home was also dug out. The other party was obviously aimed at those studies. Fortunately, the information on the brain subconscious expansion device studied by Harris did not fall into the other party's hands."

Linda's eyes flashed with concern and she asked in a low voice:

"Boss, I think what you urgently need is not a boyfriend, but a bodyguard."

"Then, my assistant, is there anyone who is there?"

Natalie seemed to be joking with her, asked casually, pulled out the pen cover and processed the documents in front of her, but the woman opposite frowned, with a thoughtful expression, pointed her finger on her chin, and thought for a long time.

"I think of someone. When I came back from New York, he helped me push the car to the side of the road. Well... a strong oriental man, should the boss think about it? He should meet him on the side of the road when he returned to the company."

The woman who was processing the documents did not look up, her beautiful eyes behind the lens stared at the contents of the documents, shaking the tips of her milky white high heels.

"Linda, I already have a few bodyguards, and they need people whom I trust very much, or bodyguard company, an oriental stranger, who is not worthy of my trust. In addition,... I can't be competent for the position of bodyguard with great strength."

When a woman handles company affairs, her personality and expressions seem particularly serious. Linda shrugged her shoulders and couldn't continue to say that the boss has the boss' consideration. Moreover, Anchorton is a research-oriented company and has a lot of cooperation with the military. She is not a trustworthy person and cannot enter this company, especially the bodyguards around Natalie.

"I'll just talk."

Linda looked at the beautiful side face opposite her with a focused look on her face for a while, and stretched her body boredly, "Then I'll go out to work."

"Um."

On the other side, Natalie responded faintly, took the processed documents and put them aside. When she heard the sound of closing the door, she raised her face and murmured, "Boyfriend?", with a little dazzled look. She shook her head and threw this word out of her mind, making her feel absurd. Her slender and fair fingers took another document and continued her busyness this afternoon.

The sun tilts, passing over the city.

Behind the archway that stands "The World is for the Public", long intertwined lanterns lit up the lights. On the streets where pedestrians and diners came and went, bells jingling, accompanied by rough voices.

"Give it! Please give it to let it go!"

The pedestrians who avoided him looked at him curiously, then chuckled. On the street ahead, Wang Ruhu was wearing an apron with Uncle Long’s avatar and rode on a women’s bicycle. There were paper bags with the words “Longji Tea Restaurant” hanging on both sides of the front of the bike, just like an adult riding a child’s bike, walking along the street.

Dingding~~

After ringing a few bells, the front of the car swayed through the pedestrians in front, stopped at a grocery store, and shouted inward.

"Come out and get the takeaway!"

Buzz ~~buzz ~~

The shop windows were trembling in the sound. The thin boss inside ran out with wet pants covering his wet pants. He wanted to scold him, but when he saw his huge body standing in front of him, he immediately burst into laughter. He reached out to take the takeaway handed over by the strong man. When he left, he stumbled with a slut. When a figure riding in front turned his face, he immediately turned around and ran back to the store.

‘It’s really not easy to have a meal…’

Wang Ruhu looked up at the sky. As he guessed the time, Harold should come back. He rode his bicycle and swayed back to Longji Tea Restaurant. He leaned to the side and entered the door. He smelled the fragrance of fried rice. Harold stuffed his mouth with big mouthfuls, bulged his cheeks, reached out to wipe the rice grains at the corner of his mouth, and gestured to the fat old man opposite him.

"We Jews are not bragging about doing business. Even if we only have a few big knives left, we can dig out the first pot of gold."

Uncle Long lowered his glasses and moved his face from behind the woman magazine with a pose of posing, "How to make money? Buy lottery tickets?"

Yu Guangli saw the figure entering the door, too lazy to talk to Harold, put down the magazine and rubbed his hands with a chuckle.

"Are that guy in the grocery store scared? Do you dare not let go of your fart when you see you?"

Wang Ruhu nodded, and the old man's eyes narrowed with laughter on his face, patted his bloated belly, ran to the door and spat at the grocery store behind the street, laughed loudly, and turned around: "Ahu, you wait."

Speaking of this, Long Xing was running back to the kitchen, turning on the fire and cooking the pot, and cutting the dishes in a while. Wang Ruhu took off his apron and handed it to a nearby chair, greeting a table of guests nearby, and then walked to the Jews who were waving to him and sat down opposite him.

"Where did you go there one afternoon?"

There were only two or three tables of guests in the store, all of whom were tasting diners, which was quite quiet. Harold looked around and the fried rice stirred by the spoon, lowering his voice.

"I've gone to make money."

"How do you make money if you are not familiar with the place? What about that money?"

Harold slapped his hand back, held the spoon and raised it, picked his chin, and said proudly: "The money hasn't been obtained yet, but there is a question that you need to answer."

Wang Ruhu frowned and always felt a little uneasy when he looked at the Jewish smile.

“What to do?”

"Do you want to have a love affair, the kind that is sour and sweet."

Harold held the little yellow duck that he took out from somewhere and pinched it in his hand, making his mouth so smiled that he couldn't close.

"That woman is worth a fortune! She is also beautiful, she is not married yet, and she likes you who are strong and burly. I searched for a long time before I found this business...ah, this beautiful love."

After a while, the store door opened, Harold rushed to the street outside with his "Ah--" scream, and threw it into a dog and chewing mud.

Wang Ruhu clapped his palms, closed the glass door with a loud bang, looked at the tables of diners who were staring at me in amazement, frowned and had fierce eyebrows.

"Have a meal!"

The store suddenly became quiet, and only the sound of chopsticks clattering at the bottom of the bowl was heard.
Chapter completed!