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Zhong Zhen couldn't be considered a pure Chinese person. His mother was mixed Chinese and English, his grandmother was British, and his father was also British. Therefore, he only had one drop of Chinese blood.

Zhong Zhen couldn't remember what his mother looked like, because she had died in childbirth when she was still alive, and her so-called grandmother wasn't an easy-going old man either.

She hated Zhong Zhen. When he was young, every time Zhong Zhen saw his grandmother, he could see the hatred in her eyes for him killing my daughter.

Of course, Zhong Zhen didn't like this grandmother of his. The news of her passing was as painless as a discount flyer in a supermarket, and didn't affect his joy of living with his goddess in the slightest.

It was better to say that they were living together, rather than serving the goddess. Since he was a personal assistant, he was always on standby 24 hours a day.

drove to Xia Ying's new house, it was a two story villa. Gu Yi had intentionally arranged a more remote place for Gu Yi to drive to, so as to prevent himself from being exposed by the media and giving Zhong Zhen more space to fly around.

On the way back, Xia Ying leaned against the backseat and closed his eyes to rest. She could tell that she was very tired, so Zhong Zhen consciously did not disturb her.

Gu Yi's phone vibrated. Zhong Zhen flipped it open with one hand and checked all the passwords on Xia Ying's phone. Gu Yi gave him all the passwords on Xia Ying's phone, but added a new password to the text messages that read a certain number, so he asked: "New text message, do you want to see?"

"Read it." Xia Ying replied lazily.

Zhong Zhen said: "What's the password? Agent Gu didn't say that you had your password or text message. "

Upon hearing the password, Xia Ying immediately opened her eyes, and snatched the phone away from him. She frowned, and immediately opened the password, revealing a short message with only a bank card, following it was a sum of 500,000 yuan.

Xia Ying's breathing trembled from the anger she was enduring. She typed a few words on the screen: Why don't you go and die?

Then he deleted it and changed it to "Go to hell".

After deleting it again, Xia Ying started to look at the darkened screen in a daze, she seemed to become unusually tired in an instant.

"This is the last time. I won't give you any more money."

Xia Ying threw her phone to the side and leaned back, looking like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

protected her neck that was almost broken off and was about to get angry at Zhong Zhen, but Zhong Zhen had already lowered the window, slammed the car door and shouted out loud: "You suddenly came out to seek death!"

It was a young man wearing a mask, and he just stood there motionlessly. In less than a meter, Zhong Zhen almost knocked him flying.

After identifying the person, Xia Ying pushed open the carriage door and got down hurriedly. Xia Ying walked in front of him and asked coldly: "What are you trying to do?"

"You destroyed me." The man took off his mask. It was the protagonist, He Qin, who was at the heart of the scandal. He glared at Xia Ying hatefully. I won't let you live an easy life! "

He reached out his hand to pinch Xia Ying's neck, and Zhong Zhen pulled Xia Ying to the side to avoid his demonic claws.

He Qin dared to seek revenge on Xia Ying. He originally wanted to pounce on Xia Ying so much that he almost strangled him to death, but Zhong Zhen was so relaxed that he suddenly grabbed onto He Qin's wrist like a child pulling on a wrist.

He raised his eyebrows and said, "Come over and try again. This is justifiable. If you run into the station again, you will really be ruined."

He Qin took a step back, but was unable to break free from Zhong Zhen's shackles. He was in so much pain that his face had turned pale.

Xia Ying's height was exactly 179 cm, and she once again stepped on her high heels, looking down at He Qin and said indifferently, "You don't have a face that can turn red and purple without using a knife, nor do you have a mentality that is strong enough to deal with public opinion. So not helping you is the only thing I can do to help you. "

Xia Ying allowed Zhong Zhen to loosen his grip on his wrist, and he returned to the car: "Let's go, I'm very tired."

Zhong Zhen grinded his teeth and climbed back into the car.

He Qin was hysterical at the taillights. "You'd better pray you can be red for life! Otherwise I will make you worse off than me! "

Xia Ying tilted her head and looked at the window, she then started to stare blankly at the scenery around her. The power of the phone was so strong that even her fingertips turned faintly white.

When she reached home, Xia Ying did not even look at the villa, but immediately flew down and opened the door in one go after pressing the password. Xia Ying walked into the house without stopping, and secretly wiped off her sweat, then went to stop the car.

Xia Ying was not an actor, so she naturally did not have an actor's worth. But for Gu Yi to arrange such a luxurious villa for her, it completely showed Xia Ying's current position in the company.

The moment Zhong Zhen entered, he saw Xia Ying sitting on the sofa, leaning against the back, with his eyes closed for a nap. After hearing the commotion, he lazily said: "Help me put in a bath."

In the hot summer, Zhong Zhen pressed on the air conditioner and said, "Take off your makeup first, what do you want to eat tonight?"

"I'm not eating. I need to sleep after the shower. Where is my room?" Xia Ying asked.

"The first room on the second floor." After Zhong Zhen finished speaking, he went into the bathroom to give her a bath, then came out to his side to wipe the makeup on her face with the makeup removal cotton.

After being Xia Ying's driver for the whole day, Zhong Zhen finally had time to look good at her.

Xia Ying slept soundly but she did not move at all, allowing Zhong Zhen's fingers to move freely around her face. Her strength was perfect, as she took away the last bit of the foundation.

Xia Ying seemed to be about to fall asleep, with his face towards the sky and her eyes closed, looking a little unspeakably childish. She slightly raised his face, as if she was waiting for a princess's kiss filled with true love.

This was the closest time to her since he had secretly loved her for eight years, and Zhong Zhen almost couldn't control himself. If it wasn't for Xia Ying who opened his eyes in time to take a bath, he really would have kissed her.

Zhong Zhen squatted on the sofa, blushing and sinking into self-disgust.

"Zhong Zhen, I forgot to bring a bath towel!" Xia Ying shouted from the bathroom.

"He's coming, he's coming!" As if he had just woken up from a dream, Zhong Zhen immediately went to find a towel to run to the bathroom.

However, Gu Yi had said that as long as Xia Ying made a request, she would definitely appear in front of her within three seconds. If she failed to do so, he would find an excuse to deceive her.

Forget it, since the goddess had already spoken, what was he struggling for? Zhong Zhen knocked on the door with a bath towel.

"What are you doing for so long!" The delay was long, and as expected, Xia Ying got angry.

Zhong Zhen said as he lowered his head, "I fell just now, and accidentally hit my head."

Just as expected, Xia Ying did not say anything more, and only said: "Next time be more careful."

Seeing that he had fooled her, Zhong Zhen was immediately overjoyed. He raised his head and handed the bath towel over to her, causing his spine to go numb.

In between, Xia Ying hid behind the frosted glass expressionlessly. She could vaguely make out the perfect lines of her body.

Xia Ying took the bath towel and casually wrapped it around his chest, her wet hair stuck to her temples, as an indiscernible alluring hormone started to unfold in the bathroom.

Zhong Zhen stiffly turned around and walked outside. He suddenly felt that his nose was so hot that he started to panic, and upon realizing something, he immediately ran into his own room with his head raised. However, due to not being able to see anything clearly, Zhong Zhen crashed into the wall as he ran.

Xia Ying was looking in the mirror when she heard a loud sound. She turned and saw that Zhong Zhen was lying on the ground with blood flowing out of his nose.

She cried out, and quickly went to help him up, and lifted a corner of her towel to wipe the blood from Zhong Zhen's nose. She frowned: "Didn't I just tell you to be careful! "Can't you stop for a moment, you're crazy on the road, crazy at home!"

The unconscious is a crime.

Zhong Zhen's heart was dripping blood. He was facing the ravine that was faintly discernable to Xia Ying, and only felt a surge of hot blood rush to his head.

Zhong Zhen immediately covered his mouth and nose and got up, then said in a low voice: "I will go back to my room and take care of it. Wipe your hair first, I will help you blow-dry your hair later." With that, he ran off like a wisp of smoke.

Zhong Zhen went back to his room and leaned on the door as he gasped for air, shaming himself in front of the people he liked.

He felt that the phone in his pocket was vibrating. It was another long-distance international video call. After he connected, a woman's scream came from inside the phone, "Huang! You got beaten up by someone?! "

"No, I accidentally saw Xia Ying taking a bath just now." Thinking back, Zhong Zhen still felt like an old deer was bumping around.

Zhong Zhen straightforwardly wiped it with his sleeve and immediately got covered in blood.

Liliana looked at him with distaste. "You are so promising. When are you coming back? "Look, do I look good in a kimono?" The brown-haired, blue-eyed young woman in a traditional Japanese kimono circled the screen, expecting a compliment from the other end.

"Holy shit, I don't have time to chat with you. I'm going to blow-dry Xia Ying's hair, bye-bye! Don't call me! " Zhong Zhen said fiercely.

Before she hung up the phone, Liliana had shouted, "You hopeless bastard!"

"Bitch!" Zhong Zhen also cursed out loudly, and then threw down the phone.

He changed into a clean set of clothes and wiped off the blood on his face. After confirming that there wouldn't be any blood coming out of his nose, he took the dryer and left, but Xia Ying was no longer in the living room.

He quietly pushed open the door to Xia Ying's room. The goddess was lying on the pillow quietly, with her head lowered, sleeping. Her hair was blown dry by the air conditioner, and her pale face looked tired. After a day of work, she fell asleep immediately.

Zhong Zhen tiptoed over and put the hair dryer aside, then slowly took away the notebook on Xia Ying's leg. He didn't look at the bank's information that indicated that the transfer of 500 thousand yuan that was displayed on the screen, and directly turned off the computer. Then, he held the back of Xia Ying's neck and flattened her body, allowing her to sleep comfortably.

Zhong Zhen stood at the side of the bed, looking at Xia Ying's somewhat pale face, and wondered if not eat dinner to maintain her figure. Did she often go to bed without dinner? Do you often get tired enough to sleep on a pillow?

Xia Ying's exhausted appearance made Zhong Zhen's heart ache. He caressed Xia Ying's face lightly, then covered her with a blanket, adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner, and walked out of her room.