Sitting alone on the Land Cruiser, Zhao Kuangran felt that it was not an ordinary unsteady, the reason was not because of the child of the rich family he was about to face, but because he was uncontrollable, it seemed that every step he took did not become passive, Zhao Kuangran hated this feeling, but he couldn't change it, only adapted.

"Although the eldest lady has a bad temper, she is not a bad person, it mainly depends on what you think." Bai Hao finally spoke, his voice was a little thin, some feminine, much more interesting than his public appearance.

Zhao Kuangchao didn't respond, and was distracted in a daze, looking at the pulled background outside the car window. Although Zhao Kuangran did not have the attitude of a listener, Bai Hao kept talking with relish, mostly some of the taboos of this mysterious eldest lady, when to leave school, when to go to school, and what to say on what occasion.

Some trivial things that cannot be ignored, after Bai Hao finished speaking, he also arrived at Huma Pass, a rich residence several grades higher than Bai Chuying's apartment, completely European-style, although it is not as good as the vague and majestic Yicheng, but it is also considered to be a rich flow in Beijing.

Bai Hao handed Zhao Kuangran a bunch of keys and said, "Five buildings, 603." I won't go up. ”

Zhao Kuangran took the key, nodded, and followed Bai Hao to the security room to do some registration, several young security guards were obviously afraid of the public's face Bai Hao, and they were also very neat, and they didn't know what kind of terrifying impression Bai Hao left in these security guards.

Carrying a snakeskin bag on his back, a pair of dirt and scum, and a short hair that was obviously an amateur's haircut, just such a guy, walking to every corner of this Huma Pass, seemed to be a rat.

Although Zhao Kuang's face is not exaggerated compared to Gong San'er, in the face of an aunt who wants to sell him tatters, he still escaped and found Wudong, and was relieved when he got into the elevator that he had just been able to tinker with.

"What floor are you going to?" A rather sweet voice sounded, and Zhao Kuangran noticed that there were still people in the elevator, and it seemed that those rich aunts had hurt him a lot.

"Sixth floor." Zhao Kuang looked at this girl randomly, about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a cute light blue dress, shawl long hair, and a typical melon seed face, although she now exudes the smell of loli, but obviously this should belong to the type of queen when she grows up. These terms were all heard by Zhao Kuanglan from the mouths of his group of workers, and they can be regarded as half of the devil's path.

The girl stretched out her little white jade hand and pressed the next six, a little away from Zhao Kuangran, and also looked at Zhao Kuangran, who was dressed in a strange outfit, few people have worn this kind of outfit in recent years, let alone in this high-end residence, with a completely alien expression.

Before Zhao Kuang could reverie, the elevator went to the sixth floor, and finally Zhao Kuangran simply left with a snakeskin bag on his back, also leaving a tattered image for the girl, or lower.

603 is at the third door, not far from the elevator, for this fifteen-story building, the sixth floor is also a good location, knocked on the door, the house was silent, Zhao Kuang frowned, today is the weekend, it stands to reason that this girl called Firefly should be at home.

After knocking for five or six minutes in a row, still not looking, Zhao Kuangran directly put the snakeskin bag to the ground, sat on the bag against the wall and waited.

I don't know how long it took, Zhao Kuangchao came back to his senses, and at this moment, the elevator door opened, and there was a laughter that was incompatible with Zhao Kuangran's appearance. Two women and two men walked out of the elevator, and the outfits of the four of them were nothing more than Zhao Kuangchao's outfits, they were all extremely non-mainstream, especially the girl with a few earrings and an explosive head, which was simply 100% turning back on the street.

The girl stopped laughing, stared at the man sitting at her door, and her expression instantly cooled a little colder: "You are the bodyguard called by my father?" ”

Zhao Kuang got up and nodded, compared with the two immature young men, his figure was a little out of place.

Unbridled laughter, Zhao Kuangchao was not surprised at all, just standing like this, the guy who ran from the bottom to the top, whether it was good or bad, he could write a book, the name of this book is that you have to pay a corresponding price for anything, sometimes your yuwang is high, your body can't hold it, you will die, or worse.

The girl seemed to feel embarrassed in front of a few dead friends, with a cloudy face, she ignored Zhao Kuangran, and directly took three friends into the house, and exposed Zhao Kuangchao outside the door, and Zhao Kuangchao could hear the harsh music in the house through the wall.

Zhao Kuangran's expression was surprisingly calm, maybe only Gong San'er was present to see what Zhao Kuangran was hiding, Zhao Kuangran sat on the snakeskin bag against the wall again, and suddenly had a feeling of wanting to smoke a cigarette, but no, this feeling is very fucked, making people feel that there is nowhere to vent, so they have to continue to lower their heads and be stunned.

I don't know how long it took, the door finally opened, and everyone directly ignored the poor bodyguard sitting at the door, only the main owner who walked at the end bent down and said with a condescending attitude: "You live in the smallest room, and don't follow me in the future, I want you to stay to give my father face, you know?" ”

Zhao Kuangran looked at the face with heavy makeup, obviously underage but extremely sophisticated, and felt a little abstract, but it didn't seem to give him much time to experience this abstraction, and the four young people who were obviously going to the nightclub left laughing.

Zhao Kuang opened the door, the lights were not turned off, it was a mess, of course he didn't come to be a cleaner, not so much the smallest guest room here, but more than the chartered house that Zhao Kuang messed with six people, there was a lot of dust in the room, it seemed that it should be the reason why no one lived in it for a long time. Zhao Kuang cleaned up simply, packed his luggage, and was barely able to live in, lying on the soft bed and feeling a little trance, as if he had come to this point in an instant.

During the period, Zhao Kuangchao went out to fill his stomach problems, and returned to the house until three or four o'clock in the morning, he heard the sound of opening the door, for this kind of child, Zhao Kuangchao couldn't find a clear adjective in his dictionary to describe, and finally divided Hotaru into the word self-inflicted, if Yi Yinghuo knew that Zhao Kuanglan defined her to this Cheng dù, he would definitely touch the kitchen knife and castrate Zhao Kuang.

Zhao Kuang was shirtless, his feet were on the bed, his hands were on the smooth floor, and he was sweating and doing push-ups, he had insomnia this night, and every time he closed his eyes, there would be one figure after another in his mind, walking around like this, making it difficult for Zhao Kuang to sleep, so he simply didn't sleep all night.

The door of the "squeak" room was suddenly opened, Zhao Kuanglan jumped up directly, and Yi Yinghuo, who had just returned home, stood outside the door, obviously he didn't expect Zhao Kuanglan to not sleep at this time, and he was still in a strange posture.

The lights in the living room vaguely illuminated Zhao Kuangran's well-defined face, Yi Yinghuo looked stupid, there were no ghostly crying tattoos on the not strong body, and there were no eye-catching muscles, some of them were vertical and horizontal scars, which made people look shocking, and the most terrifying thing belonged to the crack across the chest on Zhao Kuangran's chest, the flesh seemed to be torn open, and some people didn't dare to imagine the scale of this wound.

Yi Yinghuo finally looked at Zhao Kuangchao, slammed the door shut, sat at the door and gasped, this kind of momentum he had only seen in his father, and only once, last year, she took a man home for the first time last night and was caught, I only remember that the man was scared to pee his pants that night, why Yi Yinghuo remembered it so clearly, it was because she would never forget her father's terrifying face at that time.

Zhao Kuangran felt a little inexplicable, but he simply didn't take this seriously, and continued to torture his body, but he could hear the sound of heavy breathing outside the door, and touch these wounds on his body that most people have never encountered in their lives, Zhao Kuangran sometimes wondered if his life was too hard.

The next day, Zhao Kuang, who had only slept for less than an hour, got up as usual, and was scared by him last night Yi Yinghuo disappeared, but there seemed to be a few pieces of bread left on the table, and I don't know if it was prepared for himself or couldn't eat it, Zhao Kuang didn't refuse to fill his stomach, he didn't like bread and other things in his heart, mainly because he tasted, and he couldn't taste any rare taste when he ate this, it was better than a few meat buns.

Changed his outfit, this is the sportswear that Zhao Kuangchao bought from a stall for a hundred oceans, and I don't know what brand it is pirated, anyway, it is already a luxury for him, after all, he has to pay money in this city, and he has to pay money in every move, and he has been wearing tourist shoes for a while, and he has been out of the apartment, but unfortunately he did not meet the goddess girl in the elevator, but a lewd old man, looking at Zhao Kuangchao's eyes were even a little ambiguous, and Zhao Kuangchao ran out of the elevator in a hurry.

When he really ran around this Huma Pass, he felt that this place was really big, so big that Zhao Kuangran didn't know where he should run.

I don't know if it's providence or coincidence, during the morning run, Zhao Kuangran met a guy who may never meet in his life, Wu Ming, Bai Chuying's ex-boyfriend.

"Why are you here?" Wu Ming still seemed to have a lot of resentment towards Zhao Kuangran, and said with a gloomy face, now his stomach still hurts terribly when he moves.

"How can I not get from here." Zhao Kuang stopped his steps and wiped the sweat on his forehead, he didn't hate this stubborn young man, and even admired it, he liked the way a man worked hard for a woman he should serve. No matter how insignificant.