The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 355

"Close the windows, don’t waste the air conditioning."

Meng Lulu, who was silent with her head down, spoke without any courtesy. The driver hadn’t opened the windows, and his cigarette wasn’t lit yet, although he was already holding the lighter. Clearly, her words were directed at Ye Tian. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

"Secondhand smoke is bad for kids, and..."

"Then don’t smoke!"

Who knew what she was so angry about. Wasn’t she just sitting there obediently? Was that not enough for her?

As a faint machinery sound whirred, the windows closed, but the smoke in the car began to gradually spread, and He Ku was holding back, his little face turning red but he stubbornly didn’t cough. He Ku was just saving face for Ye Tian; he could bear it, but Meng Lulu upfront couldn’t take it anymore. The dark muzzle once again aimed at his forehead.

"Put out the cigarette, and I’ll consider leaving your body intact..." As soon as she said this, Meng Lulu somewhat regretted it; was this kind of low-level threat really something to fear for him?

As expected, Ye Tian smoked more arrogantly, burning the cigarette down to the stub that still lay in his hand, the smoke in his mouth seemed gathered just for this final breath, with a soft "whoosh," he blew all the smoke straight into Meng Lulu’s face.

Her index finger was already on the trigger, curling, ready to exert force...

"You all really should have gone into acting. With you folks around, sweeping up the Golden Rooster, Hundred Flowers or Academy Awards, Golden Horse, Hong Kong Film and Venice Awards would be a breeze."

He lowered the window, spit the cigarette butt out of his mouth without any unease. He paused, then spat out the thick phlegm that had been brewing in his throat for a long time. After spitting it out, he felt incredibly relieved, could not help but stretch lazily, and sighed about the beauty of time and the promise of tomorrow.

Suddenly Meng Lulu put away the gun and told the driver next to her to stop the car, then the vehicle steadily came off the highway and halted.

"Scram."

"That made you angry? Don’t blame me, your acting skills are just terrible. Life isn’t a movie and what you folks have arranged is just too smooth. Tying a woman to a chair while four men just stand there watching, damn, I’m amazed you thought of that..."

"I said scram!"

Ye Tian smirked and twisted his head towards He Ku, signaling to get out of the car.

Meng Lulu poked her head out and looked at the big and small figures standing outside the car, then threw a bag out, "Refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit."

The red Chery car sped away like a raging sow.

Ye Tian went over and picked up the bag from the ground. It was an olive green shoulder bag, sturdy and durable. Opening it, inside there was a black Type 54 pistol, but it was plastic, along with a stack of money all in ten yuan bills, thick, and a GPS navigator, its screen flickering with a red dot non-stop. Ye Tian fiddled it for a while before realizing this thing was about to run out of battery. The rest of the items included a pack of unopened playing cards and a fruit knife with a blade so thin it could snap in two with a puff of breath. That was all.

"Damn, I was thinking you’d give me three brilliant plans. What sort of junk is this supposed to be!"

"Bro, where are we heading now?"

Ye Tian squatted on the ground and glanced at him, his nose red from the cold, and the coat on him crusted and utterly unfit to fend off the chill of the road. Ye Tian held him in his arms, He Ku struggled insisting to walk on his own but Ye Tian stopped him, "Where do you want to go?"

He Ku said, "I want to find my dad."

The north wind howled, not a single star visible above their heads, Ye Tian felt choked up inside and suddenly, stomping his foot, he exclaimed, "Let’s go find dad!"

A small knife, a toy gun, a stack of money, a navigator about to die, and an unopened pack of playing cards.

All he’s got.

"He Ku."

"Hmm."

"I think that woman is a nutcase, what do you think?"

"...I think so too."

Ever since following Ye Tian, He Ku’s mouth has gradually become sharper, learning both the good and the bad, but Ye Tian himself admits he’s not too bad overall. Just too clever.

On the road, they came across a 24-hour supermarket. Ye Tian pulled He Ku inside and chatted with the clerk all night long. Not until dawn did he grab a pack of Red Diamonds, casually taking a disposable lighter, which wasn’t worth much anyway.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Ye Tian and his companion waited at the bus stop, looking down the road, the only people there, shivering like bobbleheads, their feet constantly hopping, never stopping.

Frozen to the bone.

They waited until the bus arrived, and Ye Tian put two yuan in, then seeing that He Ku was not tall enough to require a ticket, he thought about asking for the money back but had no good plan. Afterwards, he kept tapping He Ku’s head, emphasizing the importance of growing taller. The bus driver looked at him as if he was crazy for a long time, almost running a red light.

When the bus reached the downtown area, Ye Tian didn’t head to Erwanzi Street, but instead stayed with He Ku in a small hotel. He dared not bring He Ku straight home, just in case the police showed up again, even he couldn’t afford to confront and fight with the police. Clearly, He Biandan would have to take the fall.

Once in the hotel, he settled He Ku first, then went to the lounge to make a phone call to Mo Yan, someone he had sporadically seen and remembered. Unfortunately, the line was dead. After trying a couple more times, still no answer. Holding the phone, Ye Tian thought about how few people he knew in Beiping and now, even more unsure who to turn to when in trouble.

"Are you done?"

The freckled-faced landlady looked at Ye Tian unfriendly, continuously spitting out sunflower seed shells, the scent of the five-spice seeds doing little to mask her faint halitosis.

Unable to stand her demeanor, Ye Tian politely put down the phone, "Thank you."

"Hey, don’t go!"

"What is it?"

"Pay up! One minute connected costs one yuan, fifty cents for a minute not connected."

"Fifty cents even if it didn’t connect! Why don’t you go..."

Seeing her wiping seed husks off her flowery coat, Ye Tian knew she was gearing up for a fight, hurriedly interjecting then obediently pulled out one yuan, "Keep the change."

"Two minutes and two seconds. Rounding up the part less than a minute. Three minutes, one yuan fifty."

Tossing a coin on the table, Ye Tian stormed upstairs.

Such a rip-off!

...

It wasn’t until the afternoon that Ye Tian finally got a callback, but it wasn’t Mo Yan on the line, but Xiao Jian, that guy who was drunk and playing drunken fist last time.

"Brother, it’s you, had me worried there. How have you been recently, when are you going to treat me to a drink again?"