Urban God-level Bodyguard

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As a gentleman, Wilson opened the door for Ling Xiaoya. "Sherrie, here."

But Ling Xiaoya did not follow his intention, directly opened the co-pilot's position, and got in, "I sit in front."

A trace of embarrassment flashed on Wilson's face, but soon, he ran to the front to grab the key of Zhang Nebula, "I'll open it."

Zhang Xingyun raised his eyebrows and, under his own eyes, wanted to get so close to his wife, don't even think about it.

"How does this work, Mr. Wilson, how can you make someone like you drive? It's too wrong for you." Zhang Xingyun couldn't help but push Wilson into the car without giving him a chance to resist.

Wilson's face was green, could this dead security disappear when he and Shirley got along, get in the way!

Zhang Xingyun, however, enjoyed the deflated look of his rival. He carefully helped Ling Xiaoya fasten his seat belt and looked at Wilson. "Sir, please fasten your belt."

Wilson was already upset about the appearance of Zhang Nebula. He was even more annoyed to see him help Ling Xiaoya wear a seat belt, so that he automatically blocked everything that Zhang Nebula said.

Zhang Xingyun smiled evilly in his heart, just to let you work against yourself, and see me give you two lessons.

This business elite is indistinguishable from a mentally retarded child in Zhang Xingyun's eyes. He can't live on the battlefield for three seconds and dare to fight him.

In fact, what made Wilson most angry was Ling Xiaoya's attitude. He was obviously more handsome than this broken security guard, and he still has money. Why can't he compare with him?

It didn't even succeed in pretending to be bad. This makes no sense.

Wilson's brain is dead, and this Chinese woman really can't figure it out.

As he scratched his head and scratched his head, Zhang Xingyun started the car, and his evil smile appeared in the mirror, but Wilson didn't see it.

"Hurry up, I'm in a hurry." Ling Xiaoya looked at her watch, her face didn't relax at all.

But this sentence is like a spring breeze to Zhang Xingyun. You know me too well, my wife. It is simply an assist from God.

"No problem, sit tight." Zhang Xingyun said as he stepped on the accelerator, and the car swooped out.

At the same time, there was also the howling of Wilson, who was thinking about Ling Xiaoya's things, and the car suddenly started, causing his head to directly hit the back cushion.

Although it is soft, but was suddenly thrown, his head was also dizzy.

Ling Xiaoya noticed the strangeness of Wilson and turned to Zhang Xingyun, "You be careful and fell on him."

"Mr. Wilson, please fasten your seat belts, Mr. Ling is in a hurry." Zhang Xingyun said seriously.

Wilson was remembered when he was hit, reaching for the seat belt, but Zhang Xingyun was not so easy to speak.

U-turned directly in front of 360 degrees, turned to another road, and kindly explained, "We take a short cut."

Wilson, who was sitting in the back row, suddenly fell under the seat because of this sudden twist, but before he got up, Zhang Xingyun was another trick, and he returned to his original position.

Originally Ling Xiaoya could still care about Wilson, but now she herself grabbed the handle violently, where she could still take care of the people behind.

Ten minutes later, Zhang Xingyun parked the car steadily to the door of the Saint Laurent Hotel, which was twice as fast as usual.

Although Ling Xiaoya was shocked a lot along the way, Zhang Xingyun did it according to her own wishes, and the technology looked pretty good, so she said nothing.

But Wilson, who was sitting in the back, was not so comfortable. The man was just fainted in the back seat and had just climbed up.

He was supposed to wear a seat belt, but every time his finger just touched, he would be thrown away by a turn of Zhang Xingyun, and he had already fallen into a mess.

"Wilson, you should rest in the car." Ling Xiaoya frowned as she watched Wilson's condition. He might not even be able to walk like this.

"..."

It wasn't that Wilson didn't want to talk, but he probably spit out a mouthful, and it was really embarrassing to be ugly in front of his goddess.

"Mr. Ling, let Mr. Wilson rest in it." Then he locked the car door and closed all the windows.

Hey, you just wait to suffocate.

Ling Xiaoya looked at Zhang Xingyun, who was holding it, and frowned slightly, "Aren't you going up?"

"Of course I am following you, President Ling." Zhang Xingyun looked at the woman with a smirk.

"That's wrong."

"What's wrong, there are bodyguards around An Zong. Shouldn't you have one next to you?" Zhang Xingyun also caught Ling Xiaoya's lifeline.

Anything that An Xin has, he will certainly have, the contest between women is so unreasonable.

"That's right, let's go!" Ling Xiaoya patted Zhang Xingyun's shoulder aggressively, expressing great satisfaction with his words.

The moment Ling Xiaoya turned around, Zhang Xingyun rushed behind the window to salute the man in the window and smiled away.

Win!

This temperature of the sky definitely made him feel extraordinary.

Entering the lobby, Zhang Xingyun suddenly wanted to laugh. His fate with this hotel is really extraordinary.

First, An Xin, Sun Xuefei, and then the drunken evening.

The top beauties, plus Xia Mengqi now, Zhang Xingyun vowed to come here often ... well, when he is rich.

But Xia Mengqi Zhang Xingyun is still very familiar, not only Zhang Xingyun is familiar, it should be familiar to all men.

After all, it is the most favored female star in the performing arts. It has a high face value, a good figure, and an impeccable goddess. It is also when they dream back at midnight and want nostalgia.

So Zhang Xingyun is looking forward to seeing Xia Mengqi's real person, which must be more **** than on TV.

Ling Xiaoya had already heard about Xia Mengqi's room, and went straight to the subject.

Zhang Xingyun, who followed her, was also unable to stop her excitement.

Knocking on the door, the sweet female voice recalled, "Wait."

Soon the door of the room opened, and it really turned out to be a little more beautiful than on TV. Zhang Xingyun stood behind Ling Xiaoya and swallowed.

The woman in front of him didn't apply Fandai, wearing a light blue dress, just over the knee, exposing long and white legs.

She is about the same size as Ling Xiaoya, with a ponytail, two strands of green silk left on her forehead, her eyes like stars, her mouth slightly open, "Who are you looking for?"

Ling Xiaoya looked dumbfounded at Zhang Xingyun and pinched him, but Xia Mengqi had already spoken, and she had to reach out to the woman.

"Miss Xia, hello, I'm Ling Xiaoya, the president of Ya'an Group. Miss Xia really deserves a reputation as a goddess." Ling Xiaoya looked at Xia Mengqi with a smile.

The woman smiled for a while, "That's just everyone's falsification, you hurry in." Then he led the two in.

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