Chapter 172

"What's the matter?" Another bodyguard took over.

Temple ten yuan lightly pick eyebrow, move the vision to his body, "what matter I tell your young master personally, still don't turn to you to ask."

Er... This sentence choked the bodyguard a lot. Although her words were excusable, they were not incomprehensible, but when she said them in a light and arrogant tone after her mouth, there was always a feeling of being despised and ridiculed.

He Yaya bah, this little maid is proud of what, arrogant what, even if he is the red man around Xiaoman young master, Xiaoman young master can always protect her, maybe Xiaoman young master will hate her tomorrow, kick her away from his side, let her cry no place to cry.

What's more, even if she is very popular now, isn't she a servant of the master like him? In this manor, except for the serious master, everyone is the same, all of them are servants of the master. Everyone starts from the same starting point, no one is higher or lower.

Such a arrogant woman is not cute at all!

Cough, to be honest, these two bodyguards are both single dogs. Because of the particularity of their profession, they are still in their late 30s and have no chance of getting married. When they heard that young master Xiaoman had such a powerful maid, they had no other ideas in their mind.

Anyway, unmarried men and unmarried women, if you see the right eye, it is fate, no one can do anything to them.

But what I feel is as like as two peas before I have seen each other, but now I see myself, exactly the same as those who met online. What is called "seeing death in legend" is a bloody lesson now.

Fortunately, I don't have much hope. Otherwise, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Anyway, these single dogs will get used to it alone. It's no big deal. This one can't do it. Next, I don't believe that their peach tree will never blossom!

Cough, first for these single dog bodyguards a second of silence!

OK, the camera continues to go down. The choked bodyguard goes to the window of Nan Yan's car. Next, the window is pressed down from inside. The man's face is gloomy and asks, "what's the matter?"

"President, Miss Shiyuan, who is next to young master Xiaoman, has something to do with you. Would you like to see her now?"

Smell speech, the man frowns, a pair of eyes as sharp as hawk falcon, looking in the direction of his fingers, sure enough, in front of a girl wearing a maid uniform wig standing in the middle of the road, blocking the way of the motorcade.

The breeze gently blows her skirt and blows her maid skirt into a beautiful arc. I don't know if it is the cause of hazy beauty across several cars. I feel that this girl is not as ugly as she first saw.

The man snorted coldly. If the woman really didn't know the heaven and earth, what did she want to do with him and humiliate him?

One can't be in two, and two can't be repeated. He has already seen Xiaoman's face and forgiven her for her two offenses. If this female heat offends him for the third time, don't blame him for being rude to her.

The third time, not to mention Xiaoman, even the great Luo immortal could not save her!

"Bring her here." The man gave orders dully.

The low and magnetic voice was full of arrogance and coldness, which made people shudder. The bodyguard immediately went to bring sishiyuan to see him according to his orders.

"The bodyguard said," you want to see me. What's the matter? " Silent and lustless men are as sparing words as ever.

Si Shiyuan pinches her hands on her chest, turns her eyes around, and makes up her mind to say something in her heart, otherwise she will feel guilty and can't sleep for several days.

"Cough, I want to tell you a story." She cleared her throat and said seriously.

"What?" Nan Yan is baffled, think oneself ear is out of order, hear wrong, in the eye twinkle the vision of doubt, what ghost does this woman want to do?

The man is trying to interrupt her, his time is very precious, is calculated by the second, a second average nervous thousands of dollars, worthy of time is money, she stopped here, also asked to listen to her story, ha ha, who does she think she is?

Kindergarten teacher!

How about telling him stories according to her educational level? Oh, forget, what school did this woman graduate from? Squatting at home or standing in the corner?

Nan Yan is a top student of Harvard Business School and the youngest master of MBA. He deserves to be a top student. What I want to tell you is that although his family has a lot of money, his school is not bought by money, but by his own step-by-step and steadfastly based on his real ability.

What kind of woman is she?

Temple ten yuan just no matter how he looks like, seize the time to start to tell him the story he wants to tell.

"Nemo plays Saxophone in a nightclub. His income is not high, but he is always happy and optimistic about everything. He often says, "when the sun goes down, it will rise. When the sun goes up, it will set. That's life." Nemo loves cars, but it's impossible to buy a car with his income. When he was with his friends, he always said, "if only I had a car." his eyes were full of longing

"What are you trying to say?" Nan Yan interrupts her, this woman is brain Xiu amuse, otherwise crazy ran to stop his car, these inexplicable crazy words.

Si Shiyuan ignored him and went on with his unfinished story. "Someone teased him and said," go buy the lottery. If you win the lottery, you'll get a car. "So he really bought a two yuan lottery. Maybe God gave him a favor. With a two yuan sports lottery, Nemo really won a big prize. NiMo finally got what he wanted. He bought a car with his bonus and drove around all day. He seldom went to nightclubs. People often see him whistling on the road, and the car is always spotless. "

"Say, woman, don't waste my time." Hear this, still don't understand what this woman wants to say, Nan Yan impatiently urges a way, he has already given her a few minutes of time, but this woman besides there keep saying some nonsense, what useful words didn't say, waste his time.

"Don't worry, young master Nan. Listen to me patiently. One day, Rosen parked his car downstairs. When he came downstairs half an hour later, he found that it had been stolen. When his friends heard the news, they thought that he loved his car so much that the car he bought for tens of thousands of yuan would be gone in the blink of an eye. They were worried that he couldn't bear the blow, so they made an appointment to comfort him: "Rosen, don't be too sad if you lose your car!" Rosen laughed and said, "Hey, why should I be sad?" Friends looked at each other in disbelief. Rosen explained, "if one of you accidentally loses two yuan, will you be sad?"

Nan Yan picks eyebrows, his patience has reached the limit, but the story of Si Shiyuan is far from finished, "young master Nan, as long as you change an angle, you can get happiness, lose the negative emotions in life, and have a mind to recognize setbacks and troubles!"

The man was really annoyed by her. After a long time, the woman wanted to tell him this. OK, it's a waste of time. He wanted to see what the woman could say and what she wanted to do.

"It doesn't matter. I'll tell you another story. There used to be a man who wanted to hang a picture. He had nails but no hammer. The neighbor had a hammer, so he decided to borrow it from his neighbor. At this time, he became suspicious. What if the neighbor didn't want to lend him his hammer? Yesterday, he just said hello to me carelessly. Maybe he was in a hurry. Maybe he pretended to be in a hurry. In fact, he was very dissatisfied with me in his heart. "

"What's the matter? I didn't do anything wrong to him. It's just that he's paying attention. If someone asks me for a tool, I'll lend it to him at once. Why didn't he borrow it? How can you refuse to help others so much? And he thought I depended on him, just because he had a hammer! I've had enough. "

Nan Yan picks eyebrow, a pair of sharp eyes coldly stare at the woman who is spitting outside the window, the expression of a face is profound, can't see what he is thinking in his heart.