At the beginning of the Hua Deng, the shadow of the light shook.
The black Mercedes-Benz 00 shuttles in the traffic at night, swiftly speeding, wandering in the dense sea of cars, turning on the music, and letting the soothing and melodious nature permeate, this feeling is indeed a kind of enjoyment.
After getting off the elevated highway, the speed starts to slow down. There is no way. This is the rush hour of the evening traffic, there are many red lights, and some places are still blocked. Zhang Yuan's car skills are good, but if the front is blocked, , Then he can't help it, after all, a car is not an airplane.
It took 20 minutes in a blink of an eye, and Zhang Yuan frowned. It seemed that he had to drill.
At the same time, in a heavily guarded villa in the suburbs, a young woman was fidgeting, unconsciously eating, constantly looking at a fashionable watch, and muttering, "Why haven't you come yet?"
Head No. 3 was also eating at the table, raised his eyelids, and smiled: "Spin, did you talk about your boyfriend? You want to show it to Grandpa?"
This woman is Zhang Yanjun, the host of China Sea Satellite TV. She originally wanted to go with Zhang Yuan to try out the route of the day after tomorrow, and then also take some information by the way, so that she could do a show about special guards in the future.
Of course, in fact, deep down, Zhang Yanjun wanted to see Zhang Yuan but was a little annoyed. She almost knew Zhang Yuan had come out for the first time. She and the person in charge of the Special Guards also guaranteed Zhang Yuan to be the special driver and head of the car. Personal guard, but after this kid came out, he didn't even make a phone call. He really didn't take her seriously.
Therefore, Zhang Yanjun took the initiative to stare at Zhang Yuan in the name of making a show today, trying to find something for him, to give him a sense of depression.
But this kid should have arrived on time at 7 o'clock, seeing that it was almost there, but the shadow hadn't been seen yet.
Seeing the question from Grandpa, Zhang Yanjun smiled and said, "Grandpa, it's not. You know I want to start a business first and then get a family. I don't have that plan for the time being."
"Then what are you?" Chief No. 3 asked suspiciously.
"I'm doing it for work. I want to take some footage of the special guard work today. I want to wait for Zhang Yuan to come and check the route with him. The daily work of Zhongnanhai bodyguards must be very interesting to the audience."
Head No. 3 frowned, "This... is not allowed to be photographed."
"Yes, that is, Zhang Yuan is not an official person. It doesn't matter if I photograph him." Zhang Yanjun is proud of his cleverness.
The Chief No. has no objection. He is more concerned about the life-long events of his granddaughter. As an old man in his 70s, no matter how old he is, he hopes to see the fourth generation in his lifetime.
"Spin, in fact, a girl's career is not as important as a family. No matter how big a career, if the family life is messed up or blank, it will be the worst for a woman. Running a good family and children is the biggest career of a woman..."
Obviously, Zhang Yanjun didn't listen to Grandpa's words at all, and even dissatisfied his old ideas. He threw down his chopsticks and said, "I'll make a call, you eat slowly."
Chief Number Three smiled and shook his head.
Zhang Yanjun walked back to the upstairs hall and dialed Zhang Yuan's cell phone, "Hey, why haven't you arrived yet?"
Zhang Yuan was stunned. He hadn’t guessed the relationship between the hostess and the chief executive. He thought she was the secretary of a certain central chief. After all, these famous actors and the chief executives have too much hookups. Think about that.
"Where?" Zhang Yuan heard Zhang Yanjun's voice, but he was still pretending to be a fool.
"The villa in the suburbs, isn't it a good 7 o'clock? Why haven't you arrived yet?"
"Oh, right now." Zhang Yuan put down the phone. He felt the melodious music just now, and he was very irritable to hear it now.
It is precisely because Zhang Yuan suspects that Zhang Yanjun is related to any chief, Zhang Yuan did not have too much contact with her, and deliberately avoided her, but he did not expect that it was the third chief who was related to her. This made Zhang Yuan feel very uncomfortable.
He hurriedly stepped on the accelerator and quickly entered the military area.
After the Mercedes-Benz entered, it slowed down, and at the same time Zhang Yuan pressed a button on the panel, and the front and rear license plates were automatically and silently flipped and replaced with white "t0001".
Because the security situation was not optimistic, martial law was imposed 5 kilometers away. They were all soldiers with white hats. There were two characters on the hats, "Picket".
The more you drive in, one post with three steps, one post with five steps, there are more soldiers, all with guns and live ammunition, with serious expressions. Obviously, the number of this model is known in advance by these soldiers, so Zhang Yuan has a smooth flow.
The villa where Chief No. 3 lived was a small building deep in the shade. When Zhang Yuan came to the last sentry outside the building, it was exactly 7 o'clock.
Stop the car, show his ID, and explain his intentions. Although Zhang Yuan is already a personal bodyguard, he still can’t go in and out at home. Everyone has secrets and privacy, and the chief is no exception, so Zhang Yuan is only in When the chief goes out, he stays on his feet.
Reporting to the chief over there, Zhang Yuan was staring at the yellow Porsche at the door. To be honest, Zhang Yanjun was a beautiful woman with a graceful figure and a particularly sexy jade back. She was also a fantasizing woman in the hearts of all Zhonghai men. Zhang Yuan also used to A little moved.
The hero saves the beauty, and the beauty saves the hero. The two also have a little emotional foundation, and Zhang Yanjun also let him see it, all of which made it possible for Zhang Yuan to chase her, but Zhang Yuan didn't do anything.
A canary raised by others, he, a greedy cat, occasionally steals a fishy bite. What kind of thing is that? Besides, Zhang Yuan’s strength is still weak, and a Zhong Haomin will make him burned. If he provokes a major leader of the country,...
Soon, the secretary of the guard put down the phone and invited Zhang Yuan in. At this moment, there was a call from behind, followed by another loud brake.
I saw a military off-road jeep steadily parked next to the Mercedes-Benz, jumped off a middle-aged man, the man in a uniform, and he was carrying two golden flowers on his shoulders.
Zhang Yuan didn't know this person, but this person knew him. After getting out of the car, he couldn't stand still, so he roared, "Little white-faced son-in-law!"
Zhang Yuan immediately understood who came, and said with a smile: "Hello, Xiaogang and Xiaorou his father."
"Haha!" Qin Dalong burst into laughter, circled Zhang Yuan twice, nodded in praise: "It's like someone on TV, it's not bad, and the response is quicker. How did this kid Fan Dasheng give birth..."
Zhang Yuan hurriedly stopped and said, "Hey, Uncle Qin, I am not born to Uncle Fan."
"Haha." Qin Dalong seemed to be in a good mood. He couldn't help but laughed, pulling Zhang Yuan into the house, and said as he walked, "I envy the daughter of how Xiaobailian gave birth. I didn't say that. Good physical strength."
Dare to love has become a strong labor, Zhang Yuan touched his nose, smiled bitterly, "Uncle Qin, your Xiaorou is also very good, not worse than Lingling."
Qin Dalong thought of his daughter, stopped smiling, sighed, and said: "My Xiaorou grew up in a military camp, and finally developed the character of a tomboy. She was either a police uniform or a sportswear all day long. She was in her 20s and even had a skirt. No, how can there be a girl? I'm afraid she will have a psychological problem."
"No." Zhang Yuan shook his head. Although Qin Xiaonengge is a bit irritable and rude, but this is definitely a standard girl, Chundi, she wears a red string and has the tenderness of a girl. When she uses a bad thing against her, she will be ashamed. A pretty normal girl with a blushing face. She doesn't like skirts because she is not used to it. She never wears them. Of course there will be obstacles when she grows up.
"Uncle Qin." Zhang Yuan comforted: "Actually, I don't think you need to worry. Xiaorou is very beautiful. Although she has a big temper, her heart is not bad. She belongs to the kind of cold outside and hot inside. In fact, she has gentleness in her heart, but Not good at expressing, because she hasn't met a man who can inspire her inner tenderness..."
The more Zhang Yuan talked, the slower he got. He suddenly remembered the scene of Qin Xiaorou feeding himself porridge while lying in a sick state.
Is it that Lao Tzu is the man who inspires her inner tenderness? Oh my god! I'm so great, Xiaorou, be good, I want to change you from a tiger to a kitten!
Just as Zhang Yuan was full of pride and ambition, Qin Dalong still frightened him with a word.
"My white-faced son-in-law." Qin Dalong licked his lips and said, "Let our Xiaorou be your little wife."
"Uh...? No, no... I dare not stop." Zhang Yuan shook his head like a rattle. He didn't dare to agree without permission. How can parents treat their biological daughters as their little wives? Besides, this is the East China Military Region. The commander's daughter is still so beautiful.
It seems that Qin Dalong has no intention of teasing Zhang Yuan to play. When Zhang Yuan refused, he turned black and sighed, "Oh, my daughter, don't want to be a wife for others." After finishing speaking, he ignored Zhang Yuan and bowed his head to go ahead. Entered the house.
Zhang Yuan's heart was overjoyed. It seems that Qin Dalong didn't fool himself just now? So go and get Qin Xiaorou soaked, isn't everyone happy? That's so wonderful, with a rosy face and a beautiful police flower...
"Hey, Xiaorou, that porridge was not fed for nothing. I want you to cook porridge for me every day." Zhang Yuan was thinking too simplistically at this moment. This Qin Xiaorou’s porridge is not so easy to eat. Last time it was. Because Zhang Yuan rescued her and almost died, but can I make it for you every day? Is that too optimistic? A wild tiger occasionally learns to do two actions with a domestic cat. Is it a domestic cat