Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

Chapter 80 The conscientious author who loves fans always comes to send warmth
Early the next morning, in a remote small villa in the Chen family manor, seven or eight big men in black were guarding each exit with solemn expressions.

Something big happened last night. The whole manor was brightly lit and bustling with people. There was an endless stream of vehicles coming in and out, and everyone looked ugly.

Because the third and fourth young masters of the Zong family were assassinated, the rest of the young men in the family were recalled to the Chen family manor for protection.

And living in the small villa in the corner of the manor was the most valued and least popular eldest lady of the Chen family.

At this time, sitting on a deck chair on the balcony on the second floor, there was a girl who was reading and watching a play.

This is a tall and beautiful girl. She wears a white vest underneath, a washed blue short shirt on the outside, and a pair of slim-fitting jeans that outline her soft lines.

The most eye-catching thing is her neatly combed long dark red hair, paired with a delicate and pretty face that is cool and a little flamboyant. It looks like a red rose blooming in the morning.

After putting down "Back to the Cat 3" that she had watched for the fourth time, Chen Motong sighed: "Why hasn't Jiangbei Dog Thief been updated yet? I really want to arrest him and put him in a dark room to write the manuscript."

She really wanted to know what new story Hei Mei and the Jiao family would have next, but that damn author had neglected his duties and went to write online articles. Damn it.

I heard that the dog thief will attend the [-]th anniversary celebration of the Destination Literary Publishing House tonight...

Huh, that means Yan can't escape now, otherwise she will definitely put a sack on him, catch him and beat him.

It's a pity. If only the kind person who killed Chen San and Chen Si could have taken action a day later, maybe she could have escaped while the guard was not so strict.

"Aren't there just two scum who died? They were as anxious as if their house had been ransacked." The girl curled her lips, picked up the brewed coffee and prepared to drink it in one gulp.

But her outstretched hand was empty, and she turned her head, only to see a handsome guy with a slicked back hair appearing behind her, pouring milk into the coffee with a focused expression.

"Drinking coffee on an empty stomach is not good for your health, especially this kind of black coffee." The handsome guy gently stirred the coffee and milk with a spoon, then took out a bag of syrup from his pocket and poured it in. Then he nodded with satisfaction and drank it in one gulp.

Chen Motong:......

This man is so familiar and shameless!
"Who are you? Why did you steal my breakfast? And how did you get in?"

She sat up straight and looked curiously at the strange man who suddenly broke in. She always felt that the man's attitude was like a neighbor who had known her for many years, and he was not polite at all.

But I don’t even know this person. Could it be that he is the new bodyguard arranged by that scumbag?
The girl knows her own value very well and knows that the entire Chen family is waiting for her to grow up. When she is fat and strong, she can be sold to the Italian big dog to be his wife, so it is not unexpected to arrange a strong bodyguard. .

It's just that this newcomer doesn't know the rules. She just wears a floral shirt, beach shorts and flip-flops to work. She won't tolerate barging in without permission.

Just as he was about to drive him out, he saw the man reaching out and picking up the book on the table, exclaiming:
"As expected of "Hui Mao", the readership is suitable for both men and women, young and old. As expected, no one can resist the temptation of kittens. The person who can write this book must be a suave, handsome, handsome and shocking person.

It seems that your book has a lot of reading marks, so I read it frequently. "

Chen Motong grabbed her book and glared at the uninvited guest angrily: "Go out, who allowed you to come in?"

"Hey, don't worry, I'm here uninvited." The handsome guy with the big back was Xia Di. He sat down on the vacant lounge chair and smiled at the girl who was full of vigilance and disgust:

"You just said you wanted to put a sack on me, but why did you kick me out when you saw me?"

Hearing this, the girl grabbed the guy's hand and looked at Xia Di suspiciously: "Are you Jiangbei?"

How could this man look like a writer who could write such a touching story?
"If it's true, your brother came to see me specifically when I came to the capital yesterday."

"I don't have any brother." Chen Motong was disgusted by the word "your brother". The curiosity that had just arisen disappeared in an instant, and she waved her hand away:
"I'm too lazy to care who you are, get out quickly, otherwise don't blame me for being rude." Xia Di was unmoved, and even raised her feet and lay directly on it: "It's really sad, it's a shame that I had to take care of someone yesterday The little fan girl reader's emotions cruelly rejected the 300 million check given by the third young master of the Chen family, but what she got in exchange was indifference."

As he said this, he pretended to wipe his eyes and said, "Oh, this world is not worth it."

The little girl's suppressed curiosity rose again. She clutched the book in her hand and narrowed her eyes: "Did Chen San look for you yesterday?"

She didn't know exactly how Chen San and Chen Si died, but it seemed to be related to the person in front of her.

As for him being able to break into the hinterland of the Chen family manor without anyone noticing, it would be nonsense to say that he is an ordinary writer.

No matter how much she disliked the Chen family, she had to admit that the family's strength was unimaginable to ordinary people, and its guards were even tighter. Her numerous attempts to escape from the Chen family ended in failure.

"Yes, it came menacingly. A dozen big men in black surrounded me and asked me to meet their master." Xia Di nodded, looking frightened:

"As soon as we met, he handed over a check and asked me to cut up "Hui Mao", saying it was a gift for my sister."

"Then what?" Although Chen Motong already knew the result, Chen Motong still wanted to hear the details again, so that he could deduce the cause, process, and results of the incident through profiling.

She has long been accustomed to the group of biological blood relatives who have been tirelessly making trouble for her and causing trouble for her. She doesn't care about their life or death, she just wants to know who the person in front of her is.

Unfortunately, Xia Di ended the topic simply: "Then you found out, he died."

"It's a terrible death."

His tone was sighing, as if he was lamenting the impermanence of the world, and his big intestine wrapped around his small intestine.

Of course, it would be better if he wasn't the murderer.

Chen Motong looked at the man who was talking about running a train, and clenched his fists slightly: "So, are you here today to eliminate the root cause?"

Although she couldn't deduce much information for reference from the person in front of her, she could clearly feel that the other person didn't have murderous intentions, so she wasn't too nervous.

Anyway, she only lived for the hope that was so slim that it was almost a fantasy. Maybe it would be better to die, so that she could meet her mother in Schrödinger's state in the underworld and not have to be the wife of a hairy gringo.

"It's up to you." Dashuaibi turned his head sideways and supported his head with one hand in the classic sleeping posture of Maitreya Buddha:

“Ever seen The Matrix?”

"I've seen it." The girl didn't understand what he meant. Could she, an ordinary girl who hadn't awakened a word spirit, be the savior?
"You know what the red and blue pills are for, right?"

"I know." The girl has an outstanding memory. In The Matrix, the red pill represents the cruel real world, and the blue pill represents the beautiful imaginary world.

"Very good." Xia Di snapped his fingers, and a black SLR camera appeared on the small dining table. He solemnly introduced:

"This is a special version of red and blue pills for Jiangbei fans. I call it a family photo camera."

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