Qin Qin happily sat back in his seat, quickly finished a bowl of rice, and went upstairs into his room.

Dalin was full of curiosity about this young man named Song Tieming, what kind of ability did he have to discipline his daughter? Even my dad is going to apprentice.

Dalin thought again: her daughter is not young, she will graduate in a year, she plays crazy all day long, she doesn't know how to study hard, and her heart is still so heavy, she should find a teacher to discipline and discipline, and she can't run away easily like the previous ones. This Song Tieming thinks that he should be a scholar and a kung fu person, which is really good.

Qinqin, my girl, Dad will help you find him, haha!

Under the orange warm table lamp, a pen "rustled" on the white paper, a man's face gradually became clear, and finally in the lower right corner of the white paper, the charcoal pen heavily signed the three words "Song Tieming", and a dead man's skull was drawn next to the word "Ming".

Qin Qin finished painting, put down the pen, picked it up and looked at it carefully, proud that his painting skills were awesome, and Song Tieming on the painting came to life, and those eyes seemed to be still laughing at himself.

"Laugh at me? I make you laugh and make you laugh at me! ”

Qin Qin punched at the portrait, imagining that Song Tieming's eyes were dark, his mouth was crooked, his teeth were lost, and he was pitifully holding his legs and begging to be let go. Qin Qin kicked him in disgust, not wanting to hit the table leg with one kick, his big toe immediately hurt, got up, threw the painting at once, jumped on the bed, rubbed his dull toes, and cursed Song Tieming again.

Xiaoju knocked on the door and came in, brought milk and biscuits to Qin Qin, and saw a portrait on the ground, picked it up and saw that it was a handsome and handsome gentleman, and asked Qin Qin, is this the sweetheart of the young lady?

"Yes, he's in his heart, in trouble."

Xiaoju heard what Miss said so seriously, and thought it was a big deal, but Qin Qin told her that this person made her ugly on the Waibaidu Bridge, and her father promised to find a bodyguard to vent his anger. Xiao Ju heard that this person hit the young lady in public, and said angrily:

"Then we must fight back, miss, we can't be bullied!"

"Xiaoju, you said that I was miserable, I have never been bullied like this."

"This person must have often bullied people, but this time he was planted in the hands of Miss, and he couldn't escape."

Qin Qin listened to Xiao Ju's heart feel comfortable, Xiao Ju asked if she wanted to frame the portrait, Qin Qin said:

"Put it on the table, take out all my "daughters" (Qinqin's dolls) and step on his face. ”

On the other hand, Song Tieming arrived before the martial arts hall closed and explained his intention to the hall owner.

The owner of the hall saw that he was tall and big, but he was elegant and polite, and he was really a rare talent, so he settled down to live temporarily, and taught the librarians to learn martial arts in the future, and he could also help him take care of the business of the martial arts hall.

Tie Ming was relieved that he had a place to stay, and the owner of the pavilion still valued himself so much, and he dutifully did his job as a martial artist.

Can his life be so stable and peaceful? In less than ten days, the owner of the museum came to him alone and told him that Lin Chengshan, the leader of the Shanghai Qin Gang, had fallen in love with him and invited him to be his daughter's bodyguard and tutor.

Tie Ming is strange that he is suddenly so famous? What kind of Lin Chengshan is this, I don't know it at all. The owner told him that Tycoon Lin asked you by name, and you can't go if you don't go. Tie Ming saw that the pavilion owner was very afraid of Lin Chengshan and didn't want him to be embarrassed, so he had to give up the job he had just stabilized and go to the Lin Mansion with Uncle Zhong, the head of the Lin Mansion.

Sitting in the black gold jeep sent by the Lin Mansion to pick him up, Tie Ming looked out the window all the way, he had never been to this place before: the green grass was everywhere, the street trees were towering, the air was much fresher than in the city, and when he closed his eyes, he could hear the gentle chirping of thrushes, how pleasant.

Not far away, there are several Western villas, of all kinds, including Spanish-style, Gothic, English-style, Chinese and Japanese-style, and this is simply a national residence.

Uncle Zhong could see that he had just arrived in Shanghai not long ago, and after paying attention to his every move through the rearview mirror, Tie Ming sensed that he was observing himself, and was busy sitting upright and chatting with him.

The car drove steadily up a narrow slope to a Spanish-style townhouse.

The driver stopped the car, Tie Ming walked out of the door, and when he saw this magnificent and quiet private manor, he raised his head and couldn't help but admire. Uncle Zhong took him in and asked the maid to tell the young lady that the bodyguard invited by the master was here. The maid ran in small steps, Uncle Zhong invited Tie Ming into the living room to wait, and two more maids led Tie Ming to sit down on the sofa, and Uncle Zhong accompanied him.

"Uncle Zhong—"

Qin Qin poked his head out of the stairs and called him sweetly.

Tie Ming followed the prestige, and his eyes widened incredulously, why is Miss Lin the little lady who was taught by herself that day, it turns out that the little lady who was taught by herself that day is Miss Lin. It's amazing that there can be such a coincidence in the world! Qin Qin didn't notice him, laughed, ran downstairs briskly, and asked where Uncle Zhong's bodyguard was? Uncle Zhong stood up, introduced Tie Ming and said:

It's this Mr. Song. ”

"Mr. Song?"

Qin Qin lowered his eyes, secretly puzzled, and thought, "Song? "Why is he also surnamed Song? Why doesn't this man turn around?

Tie Ming's heart was broken at this moment, he never dreamed that he would meet her again in this way, it was too embarrassing, what should I do? She's asking herself! - Hey, what's the solution? I'm Song Tieming! Tie Ming turned around slowly, smiled embarrassedly at Qin Qin, and said:

"Miss Lin, we've met."

"How are you?"

……