Beauty CEO's Personal Bodyguard

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The old man is dealing with some urgent business in the office, wearing presbyopia glasses and concentrating on reviewing the report. The locked door was kicked open with a rude kick.

In the headquarters base, the old man is the commander in chief and manages all the personnel of the whole headquarters base. Even the directors of ordinary people in various countries above the old man should be courteous when they see the old man.

It's rare for someone to kick the door open like today. Perhaps the only one who dares to do so is the old monk of the temple on the mountain.

The old man calmly took off his presbyopia glasses, put them on the Black Turtle desk without surprise and impatience, and stared at the big bald head in front of him with a smile.

"Old friend, long time no see!"

The old monk didn't come here to talk about the past. If his apprentice Su Hao died of serious injury, the old monk wouldn't want to leave his comfortable nest in the temple on the mountain.

That day, it was the happy life of immortals. Drinking good wine every day, holding his beautiful wife like peach blossom, he narrowed his sleep on the Golden Buddha when he was sleepy.

It's really carefree!

The old monk sat on the sofa with his mouth tilted and his face gloomy. He didn't have to be polite at all.

"I didn't say you, damn it. I entrusted my apprentice to you, not to be a gun for you. It's good for you to let Su Hao perform dangerous tasks. Now, if Su Hao dies today, the whole human world will break out an all-out war with the whole alien world tomorrow."

Monk Hua swears. He has no virtue and authority at all. He is a kind-hearted monk. It doesn't sound good. It's like a wild man in a mountain village. His words are rude.

The scolded dog was bloody, and the old man still had a sincere smile around his mouth. No fear, no impatience, no anger.

That smile is from the heart!

On the one hand, friends I haven't seen for many years are reunited today. How can you make the old man unhappy.

This is true of every old man. No matter how powerful they were and how powerful they were.

But once you enter old age, you will often feel sad and recall the extraordinary years of the past. After all, it was their glory.

It is precisely because of this that they will miss their former brothers and friends more. Because there is not much time left for them.

On the other hand, the arrival of the old monk made the old man inevitably see the dawn that Su Hao could be saved, which was also the reason why he was happy from the bottom of his heart.

Han Han smiled. The old man's strong and tall body stood up from the seat behind the desk. He walked quickly to the sofa on the side of the old monk and said with a heroic laugh, "ha ha! Old monk, you're not fucking dead yet, but you really want to kill me."

Speaking of this, the old man was as excited as a child. He deliberately lowered his voice and said in a furtive voice: "I tell you, I specially reserved a bottle of Yanghe Daqu for you that has been treasured for 30 years. Usually, Irene's girl takes care of me and won't let me drink. I have to have a good drink today."

The old man got up excitedly and walked to the desk. From the hidden crack of the desk, he took out the hardcover porcelain bottle quietly.

When the bottle cap is opened, the fragrant smell, accompanied by a strong smell of wine, permeates the whole room under the high-speed movement of molecules.

The flower monk's nostrils suddenly grew up and greedily smelled and sucked the wine in the air. Suddenly, monk Hua turned his head, and two bright lights appeared in his eyes, as if from the depth of his eyes. He was carefully sticking out two big hands that could stretch infinitely. After winding in mid air, he went straight to the white porcelain vase and swooped like two tigers.

"Yes, it should be Yanghe Daqu that has been treasured for 30 years. This taste is authentic!" monk Hua tutted and praised it.

With the approval of monk Hua, the old man seemed very happy. The eyes under the white eyebrows have become two crescent moons. He clapped the bottle in his hand, smiled at the flower monk and said, "come on, drink him now."

After all, two people don't need any wine glasses at all. It's too troublesome. Directly mouth to mouth, you took one bite and I drank a bottle of Yanghe Daqu quickly.

The wine bottle was empty when it was drunk. Monk Hua can drink as much as he himself. It's unfathomable. A bottle of Yanghe Daqu is still for two people. Monk Hua has seen the bottom before he has had a good time.

The old man has not touched wine for many years because of his health. So that if you drink a little, you're already drunk.

However, fortunately, the old man is still a little sober. He tried to keep his strong body sitting upright, so as to avoid his confused sleep.

At this time, a flower monk who did not abide by the rules and regulations and stained with five poisons. One is the commander in chief who commands the most secret forces in the human world and wants to maintain the security of the human world all the time.

Because a bottle of Yanghe Daqu has thrown everything out of the sky. Su Hao who died of serious injury, what earth safety. Let's drink happily and say it first!

After drinking wine, monk Hua's already prominent bulging eyes become more obvious. He shook the bottle with the mouth of the porcelain bottle facing down. Only a few drops of wine slurry fell on the glass table.

Monk Hua quickly touched the wine drops on the table with his fingers, then put them in his mouth, greedily sucked them for a long time, and then vomited out like a child.

"Tut tut! Yes, it's good wine. But it's a pity that it's only one bottle." monk Hua glanced at his old friends sitting on his side. He was very unhappy. Without this old guy, I could enjoy this bottle of Yanghe Daqu for 30 years.

Yes, monk Hua has forgotten that this bottle of Yanghe Daqu was secretly left by his best friend.

"Grandma! The more I look at you, the more I dislike you. If it weren't for you, the bottle of wine would belong to me." under the catalysis of alcohol, monk Hua's tone is a little slow.

"Go to your uncle. This wine belongs to me. I think you're fucking superfluous." the old man, who never scolds people, scolded people vaguely today.

Vaguely, the old man seemed to think of something. The alcohol anesthesia made the old man unable to remember what he wanted to say to the flower monk no matter how he shook his head.

After half a day's hesitation, the old man finally said, "yes, what the fuck are you doing here? It's not for drinking my bottle of Yanghe Daqu!"

"Yes!" the flower monk's thin fingers scratched back and forth on his shiny and reflective head, and said vaguely: "Amitabha, what am I doing here."