Personal security

"It doesn't matter whether you are disgusting or not. Anyway, you have been this way since childhood. As long as this little sister is not disgusting, that's fine." Zhao Jiaxin said, holding Zhang Xiaomeng's hand and asking with a smile, "Do you think so? Ah, little sister? Let me tell you, this brat is very cunning. As his girlfriend, you need to keep an eye on him to prevent him from getting involved with others.

"Ah, I remembered. Are you Mr. Zhao from Xinjing Building? I met you once when I rented a house." Just now, Zhang Xiaomeng hadn't remembered who the beauty in front of him was. He just saw her. It feels familiar. Now I suddenly remembered, Zhao Jiaxin, isn’t she the general manager of Xinjing Building?

It is said that Mr. Zhao has a wide range of connections and is the most promising strong woman in Shanghai in the new era. With tens of billions of assets in her hands, she is still unmarried in her thirties, but she is the dream lover of some wealthy young men in Shanghai. However, I seem to have heard that several very powerful young men suffered losses at her hands. They were really both in love with and afraid of her, and secretly gave her the nickname "Beauty Rose".

However, she seems to be very amiable now. She doesn't look like a wild thorn.

Yang Zhengkun's face became even more bitter, and he frowned and said: "My good sister, please let me go. Even if I make an appointment, you don't need to be the driver, right? How can anyone say that about his brother? I But as an innocent and beautiful man in the new era, my glorious image will be completely ruined by what you say..."

Zhao Jiaxin snorted and said with a smile: "You have such a glorious image? What kind of person are you? I don't know what kind of bird you are? You studied at Harvard for six years and your girlfriend got a reinforcement. If it weren't for Xue Aunt Ying won't let you find a foreign wife. I think you're such a brat that you might be so happy that you don't want to go back to China. Stop talking nonsense. Either come home with me, or let me go with you...

"It's unlucky for me. I asked why my mother is so easy to talk to. She agreed without saying a word when I asked her to come to you. You are simply better than my mother..." Yang Zhengkun's face was so angry that he looked like that. I almost cried.

Zhao Jiazhen smiled sweetly and whispered: "You only know now? It's too late..." As she was speaking, the mobile phone in her handbag rang.

After connecting the phone, the portrait of a man in his thirties appeared on the screen: "Jiaxin, I came to Shanghai to do something and will go back tomorrow. My eldest sister was a little late because of a case. You haven’t eaten yet, please ask Shang Zhengkun to come with you.”

"Brother? Why didn't you tell me earlier that you were coming to Shanghai? Okay, we'll go there right away... But this brat is planning to go on a date. I might not be able to impress him without you..." Zhao Jiaxin lost no time in complaining, Yang Zhengkun even wanted to cry without tears.

The man on the phone paused, smiled and said: "Zhengkun is not young anymore, it is normal even if he is looking for a girlfriend. Well, let him bring his girlfriend over, just in time for the eldest sister to see it too Look..." As he said that, he hung up the phone.

"Hey, brother, don't listen to the third sister's nonsense..." Yang Zhengkun grabbed the phone in his hand and found that the other party had hung up the phone. He couldn't help but said with a grimace: "Brother is really becoming more and more like a father." Oh... Third sister, you killed me Oh, where do I have a girlfriend? My eldest brother asked me to take my girlfriend back, saying that I would ask my eldest sister to help me check it out. In fact, who doesn’t know? But I really don’t have a girlfriend. What should I take back to show him?"

Zhao Jiaxin turned his eyes to Zhang Xiaomeng and asked with some confusion: "Then you..."

"What are we? I just arrived in Shanghai yesterday, and today I only met her five minutes earlier than you in the basement." Yang Zhengkun said angrily: "You are the only one who speaks quickly and doesn't think through your brain when speaking."

"Bastard, what are you talking about?" Zhao Jiaxin raised her hand and slapped Yang Zhengkun on the head, but then she frowned and said, "What should I do? I've said it all. If you can't bring him back, won't my glorious image in the eyes of my eldest brother be completely ruined?"

"You have...what a glorious image, but you only take it out on me. Aren't you as honest as a kitten in front of big brother?" Yang Zhengkun said with disdain.

''You brat, how dare you say that to me? I don’t care, no matter what method you use, you must bring me a girlfriend over and show me, otherwise... humph..." As she spoke, she turned her eyes and saw Zhang Xiaomeng standing aside: "You brat, who said you don't have a girlfriend? Isn't this ready-made? Hey, little sister, I was just joking. Don’t take it seriously. My younger brother is a good person with both good character and academic skills. He completed the six years of primary school in only three years and four years. Three years of junior high school and three years of high school courses. It took him only seven years to study as a postdoc at Harvard, with a double doctorate in social management and computer science. After graduation, I spent a year playing in the United States. With nothing left from my scholarship, I made two to three hundred million yuan in the American stock market. I was so obsessed with those foreign girls that they didn't know what to do. You are so beautiful, you are really suitable to be his girlfriend..."

What is this all about? Zhang Xiaomeng couldn't help but blush as she listened to her words... But was he really as powerful as she said? She secretly raised her eyes to look at the young man in front of her, but in her heart, she felt that he was really attractive.

However, I only met him for less than ten minutes, right? So you agree to be his girlfriend? Are you too cheap?

Although he has a very rich sister, although I just heard from Zhao Jiaxin that his personal worth is several hundred million, and although he looks very popular... However, whether it is in terms of appearance or family, his life experience is not as good as Is he bad? Besides, I’m a girl! He didn't even speak, how could I have the nerve to agree? Girls should be reserved...right?

While thinking this, Zhang Xiaomeng glanced at Yang Zhengkun secretly.

"Beauty, if you don't mind, just think of it as a favor. I'll take care of the food, drink, and delivery..." Yang Zhengkun looked over with a grimace, and his words were a bit cynical and pitiful.

"I...I have to go home before eleven o'clock, otherwise my mother should be worried..." What do you mean by claiming that Quan is helping? Do I really think it’s too bad for me to be your girlfriend? I felt angry and didn't want to agree to him. But looking at his big bright eyes, Zhang Xiaomeng didn't even know why she said that.

In fact, she told the truth subconsciously. Her upbringing has been very strict since she was a child. Her parents have very strict requirements for her. She is never allowed to play outside too late at night, even before eleven o'clock. Must go home.

"Really? Haha, you didn't say that you haven't played in nightclubs yet, right?" Yang Zhengkun's words were clearly sarcastic that she was out of touch with the times.

"What do you mean? Everything I said is true..." Hum, since you think of me like this, I will... Before she could say no, Zhao Jiaxin took her hand and said: "Get in the car now. I'll be the driver. If you have anything to say, we'll talk about it on the way..."

"Mr. Zhao..." Did she really regard me and him as boyfriend and girlfriend?

"Mr. Zhao, please call me sister. Little sister, how old are you this year? Is it right to call me sister?" Zhao Jiaxuan asked while dragging her into the car.

"I...I'm 23, it's appropriate to call you sister..." Zhang Xiaomeng meant that she is ten years younger than you, so it's appropriate to call you sister. Unexpectedly, Zhao Jiaxuan let out a surprised sound and chuckled: "What a coincidence. My younger brother is also 23 years old. You two are really a good match. Why are you so shy? Sit in the back seat and I will drive. , if you have a good exchange, maybe there will be some sparks along the way, haha..."

On the gleaming Pudong Street, the splendid Yurun Xinghui Hotel is towering, flashing neon lights like candles in the sky in the vast darkness of night.

At the luxurious glass revolving door, a receptionist wearing a gentleman's hat, red uniform and black trousers diligently opened the car door for the guests.

Under the Chinese-style flying phoenix chandelier, the reception ladies in cheongsam were all smiling. Seeing Zhao Jiaxin coming in with someone, the foreman in the lobby came over to say hello very attentively: "You are here, Miss Three, please..."

He didn't call him Mr. Zhao, but Miss Third. Hearing this title, Zhang Xiaomeng couldn't help but turn around and look at Yang Zhengkun who was walking beside him. Yang Zhengkun shook his shoulders and smiled: "The bourgeoisie is poisonous, we don't care about her..."

One sentence made Zhang Xiaomeng amused. This man is also very funny. However, this person didn't seem to want to make friends with me at all. He didn't say a word to me in the car.

At the door of a large room on the ninth floor, there was a man in a black suit standing on both sides of the door. The stern expressions on their faces make people think of their profession at a glance. Seeing Zhao Jiaxin and Yang Zhengkun approaching, the two of them bent down slightly and fixed their eyes on Zhang Xiaomeng together.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaomeng actually felt a chill all over.

"My friend..." At this moment, the man next to him finally spoke. That light tone was annoying, but as he spoke, Zhang Xiaomeng realized that the cold feeling that made her body just now disappeared.

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