Zhuang Baihua had doubts in his mind, but he didn't keep them to himself. Since he was so familiar with Chi Yue now, he just went and asked.
"Did you and Wei Congsen know each other before? He taught you a long time ago, but he just doesn't remember it."
Zhuang Baihua asked Chi Yue.
Chi Yue turned her head and looked deeply at Zhuang Baihua, but her tone was somewhat nonchalant: "Is that so... I don't remember either."
Zhuang Baihua knew that he was just trying to fool her. Chi Yue was sometimes very mysterious, hiding things in her heart. She would occasionally reveal a word or two, then shut her mouth and was unwilling to say anything.
Zhuang Baihua couldn't do anything about him. He could only raise his hand to rub his hair and said, "If there is anything you can't handle, don't keep it in your heart. Come to me first."
Chi Yue squinted her eyes and smiled, saying: "In this case, you have to stay by my side all the time, otherwise how can I find you in the first place?"
Chi Yue has grown quite tall now, and Zhuang Baihua starts to feel uncomfortable whenever he touches his hair.
Zhuang Baihua pulled his hand back and said, "We promised that I would always be with you."
When Chi Yue lived in Zhuang Baihua's apartment, he didn't sleep for two days. At that time, in order to comfort Chi Yue, Zhuang Baihua made a pinky promise with him that he would always be with him.
Chi Yue was immediately happy when she heard Zhuang Baihua say this: "You remember."
Zhuang Baihua smiled: "Of course I remember, I keep my promise."
When Chi Yue heard this, she softened and started to act coquettishly around Zhuang Baihua.
Zhuang Baihua vaguely realized that Chi Yue was deliberately changing the subject and sighed secretly.
Chi Yue showed her real strength in front of Zhuang Baihua, and Zhuang Baihua could only silently accept the fact that the little white flower actually had extremely high fighting power.
He felt a little unhappy, just like an old father who suddenly finds out his child has grown up and no longer needs his protection. He can't help feeling disappointed.
When Zhuang Baihua passed by the company gate, he couldn't help but think of Chi Yue because he saw the security guard of his own company.
The young security guard at the door is not much older than Chi Yue. According to Secretary Chen, the security guard ranked first in the physical fitness test.
The young people nowadays are not simple at all. They can easily beat him, a Tai Chi enthusiast, in martial arts.
The security guard saw Zhuang Baihua looking at him, and nervously adjusted his hat, pushing the brim down to cover the scar on his forehead.
"Do you have any instructions, Mr. Zhuang?"
The security guard's tone seemed so weak, but at least he did his job conscientiously and asked about Zhuang Baihua's needs.
Zhuang Baihua stopped to chat with him and asked him, "Do you know those self-defense techniques?"
The security guard nodded obediently.
Zhuang Baihua became interested and continued to ask, "What about the fighting ones?"
"Understand a little bit."
"Sanda? Muay Thai? Grappling?"
"I think they all know a little bit."
The security guard spoke modestly, but Zhuang Baihua was shocked.
The world of this melodramatic novel is incredible. The security guards of the domineering president are so omnipotent.
Come to think of it, the original owner was able to fight with Wei Congsen, which shows that the boss himself is also a good fighter. His crossing over made the boss weaker.
The setting of this world is too suspended.
Zhuang Baihua thought unwillingly that he must practice Tai Chi hard, to achieve great results with little effort, to overcome hardness with softness, and to promote the traditional Chinese quintessence.
Just when Zhuang Baihua was feeling depressed, the security guard opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something.
Zhuang Baihua looked at him encouragingly. The security guard hesitated for a moment before saying, "… Recently, there are often foreigners near the company."
Zhuang Baihua didn't understand: "And then?"
"Nothing else happened, I just often saw foreigners around the company." The young security guard said stubbornly.
Zhuang Baihua's mind moved, and he asked, "What kind of foreigner is he? Can you tell which country he is from?"
The security guard shook his head: "Americans, anyway, white skin and light hair."
Zhuang Baihua instantly had a guess.
Those people might be Russians. It’s no wonder that he thought too much about it. After experiencing so many bloody things, Zhuang Baihua has developed a strong sense of sensitivity.
Later, when Zhuang Baihua passed by the company, he tried to look for the foreigners the security guard mentioned, but he didn't see any.
He began to doubt whether he was overthinking it. It was not uncommon to see foreigners around the office building. Their company had quite a few foreign employees.
However, Zhuang Baihua was more cautious and strengthened the company's security.
At the same time, Wei Congsen's condition was getting better and better. This was the first time that Zhuang Baihua met such a trouble-free paranoid boss. He was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, which made Zhuang Baihua feel better.
Doctor Zhao insisted on giving Wei Congsen further consolidation treatment. Zhuang Baihua did not relax his vigilance and continued to take Wei Congsen to receive the red baptism, striving to make him reborn.
In short, things are developing in a positive direction, giving people hope of fighting the plot.
The three-piece suit that Zhuang Baihua prepared for Chi Yue was completely useless. Chi Yue would always carry her bag on her back and stay by Wei Congsen, which wasted a lot of time.
Later, when Wei Congsen got better, Zhuang Baihua and Chi Yue reduced the number of times they accompanied him.
Chi Yue will meet Wei Congsen at the boxing gym, while Zhuang Baihua will go to the Institute of Psychology to communicate with Dr. Zhao.
That day, after Zhuang Baihua finished talking with Dr. Zhao, he walked out of the research institute building and saw Wei Congsen sitting on the steps in the open space in front of the building.
Zhuang Baihua looked at the big tree next to him and inevitably thought of what happened that night.
That day the moonlight was like water, with mottled shadows of trees. Chi Yue climbed along these trees to his window and played beautiful melodies for him.
"What are you thinking about?" Wei Congsen's voice pulled Zhuang Baihua back. Zhuang Baihua turned his head and saw Wei Congsen looking at him with gray-blue eyes.
Zhuang Baihua smiled and said truthfully: "I was thinking about "An Evening Outside Moscow"."
Wei Congsen also laughed and said, "Chi Yue is quite romantic."
Zhuang Baihua didn't want to share his experience that night with others, so he cleared his throat and changed the subject: "The treatment is almost over. What do you think about the future?"
Wei Congsen put away his smile, thought about it seriously, and said, "I don't know either." He shrugged his shoulders and made a standard foreigner's gesture, "It's just the same as before, continue to persuade people to apply for cards."
Zhuang Baihua's smile deepened. He sat down next to Wei Congsen, stretched out his long legs in trousers, and said, "How long has it been since you went back to Russia?"
Wei Congsen lowered his eyes and replied, "Two or three years, it's not that long actually."
Wei Congsen has deep facial features and a regular appearance, typical of the northern race. He has thick hair and long eyelashes, which make his face look broader and thicker.
"I thought you went back every year," said Zhuang Baihua.
Zhuang Baihua asked someone to investigate Wei Congsen, and the information they found was completely different from Wei Congsen's actual experience.
Wei Congsen had experience as an international mercenary and lived in China under an assumed name, so naturally he had to forge a false resume.
If someone was more serious, they could have reported him, but he successfully got through the last dispute, went to the police station, and is still under community control, which shows that there is no problem with his identity in the country.
This is not something that ordinary people can do.
Zhuang Baihua convinced himself in his heart not to get into such a ridiculous setting. As long as Wei Congsen didn't harm anyone, everything else could be put aside.
Zhuang Baihua started analyzing Wei Congsen's information very early on, trying to figure out what was true and what was false, but Wei Congsen was undergoing psychological treatment before, so it was not convenient to mention these things.
There are many interesting points here.
At this time, Wei Congsen continued Zhuang Baihua's words: "Returning to Russia will remind me of bad memories and aggravate my psychological trauma. I can only stay away from it as much as possible."
That makes sense. Zhuang Baihua nodded and asked, "What about your relatives?"
When Wei Congsen heard this question, he turned around and looked at Zhuang Baihua.
Zhuang Baihua also looked at him and said with a smile, "You said that your mother, grandmother, cousins, and nieces are all named Natasha. This means that you have a large family with many family members, and the relationship should be good."
Zhuang Baihua supported himself on the steps with his hands, a relaxed smile on his face, calm and elegant, with a sense of composure without being anxious or impatient.
Wei Congsen looked at his handsome profile and curled his lips: "Boss Zhuang, you are amazing. You look a bit like a private detective."
Zhuang Baihua pretended not to hear his "compliment" and continued, "You mentioned your parents. You said your father fell in love with your mother at first sight. Their love was very romantic and you yearned for it. I am willing to believe that what you said is true. At least it shows that your family is harmonious."
Isn't this very strange? They are a harmonious international family formed by free love. They have many family members and they don't look like they are short of money. So why would Wei Congsen become a mercenary
Mercenaries are people who live on the edge of a knife. Most of them are retired special forces or militiamen. They are used to that kind of life from beginning to end, but Wei Congsen is not like that.
Zhuang Baihua believes that it is true in Wei Congsen's resume that he studied in China when he was young. He has no military experience and returned to Russia at the age of 20. Why did he suddenly go to the end of the Eurasian continent and be willing to stay there as a mercenary
Wei Congsen had no reason to take any risks.
Wei Congsen listened to Zhuang Baihua quietly, and remained silent for a while before saying, "You are a man of great insight, with a broad vision and a keen eye for clues."
He raised his head and sighed deeply, "I can't hide it from you. My family and I had a falling out. I was young at the time, and I went to the war-torn area in anger, hoping to prove myself. I didn't expect to escape in disgrace."
Wei Congsen said this and then shut up without any further words.
Zhuang Baihua observed Wei Congsen's expression and found that he looked a little gloomy, as if he was thinking about something, and his lips were stretched into a straight line.
Zhuang Baihua immediately regretted it. He seemed to have pushed too hard. What if Wei Congsen’s psychological problem recurred
Wei Congsen saw Zhuang Baihua looking at him, smiled and said, "I am telling the truth. I really ran away from home and have been staying in China for the past two years. You can look at my entry and exit records. If you still don't believe me, ask my employees. I clock in at the gym almost every day."
He spoke sincerely, but the smile on his face was not that bright, and even seemed a little fake, which looked a bit scary.
Since Wei Congsen said so, Zhuang Baihua naturally didn't want to ask any further questions, after all, it involved someone else's family affairs.
"Anyway, thank you, Mr. Zhuang." Wei Congsen said, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to get out so quickly."
He put his hands on his knees and said seriously, "I want to live here and continue to run the boxing gym. Thanks to you, my idea has become more firm and I don't want to go home anymore."
Zhuang Baihua said quickly, "Don't do that. It makes me seem like I'm the culprit who destroyed your family. You and your family have to resolve the issues. There is no obstacle that cannot be overcome between family members."
Wei Congsen smiled and said nothing.
After this test, Zhuang Baihua obtained zero useful information.
Wei Congsen revealed that his becoming a mercenary was related to his family, but so what? It had nothing to do with Chi Yue.
At least that's what it seemed like. When Wei Congsen was a mercenary, Chi Yue was a middle school student.
Zhuang Baihua felt vaguely uneasy.
First, Chi Yue reminded him not to trust Wei Congsen completely. Second, based on his experience, there were almost no invalid plots in the original book. As long as a setting appeared, it must have a deep meaning.
The foreigner mentioned by the security guard also concerned him. Although Wei Congsen’s condition was getting better, Zhuang Baihua did not dare to completely relax his vigilance.
Zhuang Baihua strengthened the company's security, making it safer every time he entered and exited the company. He also brought bodyguards with him whenever he went out and did not dare to let his guard down at all.
He remembered that when he first traveled through time, he thought that the world was fair and open and no one would dare to commit a crime, and he disliked bodyguards as a nuisance. He did not expect that now he would have bodyguards following him wherever he went, and his thoughts had completely changed.
This is all thanks to the paranoid bosses who often kidnap people and force him to be on guard.
Not only does he have to worry about his side, he also has to worry about Chi Yue. Fortunately, Chi Yue is now the eldest master of the Luo family. Luo Zhenduo has finally recognized him as his son, so he will naturally ensure Chi Yue's safety. Every time he is picked up and dropped off by car, Chi Yue also has his own car, which is much more secure than the previous days of riding a shared bicycle.
Zhuang Baihua worked late at the company that day, and according to the usual procedure, he asked the driver to take him home. The luxury car drove out of the underground garage of the building, followed by a security car.
The car had to go through layers of security checks before leaving the garage, and by the time it successfully drove onto the street, it was already late.
There were obviously fewer cars on the road than during the day. Zhuang Baihua leaned back in the back seat and closed his eyes to rest.
The weather was getting colder, and Zhuang Baihua couldn't help but laugh when he thought of the cold air from Siberia crossing the mountains and bringing a chill to the Chinese.
The driver drove steadily. Zhuang Baihua's apartment was actually very close to the company, and there was no traffic jam at night, so they arrived in no time.
Just as the vehicle was about to arrive at Zhuang Baihua's apartment, Zhuang Baihua suddenly felt a shake.
He opened his eyes and asked the driver, "What's wrong?"
The driver stared at the rearview mirror and said nervously, "Boss Zhuang, there's a car blocking us."
Before Zhuang Baihua could speak, the driver changed his words: "It's not just one car, but several cars that surrounded us."