Just when Mo Shoucheng was staring at Duan Wenjun, Duan Wenjun had already looked him up and down, and saw clearly the face of the head on the table, with a slightly surprised expression on his face, "You killed a burst of wind?"
"He's just a little thief, there's nothing strange about him." Mo Shoucheng flicked his bangs on his forehead and rolled his eyes at Duan Wenjun.
He just stood there blankly, turned around and looked at Duan Daxiong, who had vomited only sour water, and said, "Mr. Duan, if the gust of wind is gone, your Duan family should be safe."
He thought for a while, but did not say the words that were pressing in his heart, "Can I stop working for you and be such a bodyguard..."
After all, he didn't know what agreement the master had with this fat man.
If you say something wrong and make others think that Yujianmen doesn't mean what you say, this will affect Yujianmen's reputation.
If it affects the reputation of Yujianmen, he will become the master's sinner. It is estimated that the master will want to piss him off. Stocks bloom...
"Are you the hero arranged by Child Elder?" Duan Daxiong finally calmed down a little, looked at the heads on the table, and his eyes fell on Mo Shoucheng. "You killed a burst of wind? Everyone under Child Elder's seat was indeed Master."
Duan Daxiong didn't know Zifeng, but he heard Duan Wenjun's words and knew the identity of the head.
Mo Shoucheng crossed his fists and said, "The seventh old man of Yujian Sect, Mo Shoucheng."
He expected Duan Daxiong to say, "The gust of wind is dead, we are safe, you go back!"
However, these words did not come out of Duan Daxiong's mouth after all.
Duan Daxiong wiped a trace of saliva from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, "I asked you to come here to protect the dog. Of course, all expenses will be charged to the Duan family. If you need anything, just ask!"
"Wenjun, come and meet Master Mo!" Duan Daxiong took two steps forward and waved to Duan Wenjun.
He sighed in his heart, with such a master beside his son, he could rest assured.
This child elder was so loyal that he actually sent his most proud disciple, Lao Qi, out of the mountain.
I just heard that Lao Qi of Yujian Sect seems to be the most talented among the many disciples, but also has the most bad temper.
I wonder if my son can get along with him?
Just when Duan Daxiong's thoughts were wandering away, Mo Shoucheng was also stunned.
He knew that the master asked him to come to Duanjiabao to protect Fatty Duan's precious son, that dandy young master.
However, he did not expect that it would be the young man in front of him.
Is this young man in front of me the Dandy Young Master of the Duan family?
His brows furrowed slightly and he looked at Duan Wenjun carefully again.
Well, it looks soft, white and tender, which seems to be the type that older girls like.
There is not enough blood in the face and there is insufficient energy in the breathing. It seems to be a sign of excessive sex. The body must be a little weak.
The silk and satin clothes on her body and the bracelets on her arms must be worth a lot of money. They are indeed luxurious...
It seems that there is really something sick about a rich boy.
However, the vigilance he showed when he first entered the door, the anger unconsciously exuding from his eyes, and the calmness he showed when he saw a gust of wind blowing his head, he was definitely not someone who would only indulge in wine and sex. What a playboy can show.
Seeing Duan Wenjun staring at him with a smile at this moment, Mo Shoucheng suddenly became very conflicted.
He felt that he couldn't see through this young man.
"Wenjun has met Da Xia Mo, and he will rely on Da Xia Mo more in the future." Duan Wenjun clasped his fists, walked forward and bowed to Mo Shoucheng.
He came closer and looked at Mo Shoucheng carefully.
The hero in front of him looked to be no more than two years older than himself.
This is the new bodyguard that his father found for him. Why does he look like a little fresh meat?
Especially this coquettish face, which looks more feminine than female.
However, he was able to take off the head of Xiafeng, and he was able to come here directly without alerting Duan Jiabao's guards. He was definitely a master.
"I'm tired and want to sleep! I'm also hungry and want to eat!" Mo Shoucheng nodded, then turned to Duan Daxiong and said, "Where can I stay? Three kilograms of beef and a jar of white wine, just bring them to my room." "
Mo Shoucheng was instructing Duan Daxiong, and his tone even sounded a little unkind.
However, Duan Daxiong didn't care at all, and even felt a little happy in his heart.
Mo Shoucheng asked for a room and food, which proved that he agreed to stay.
After all, heroes all have the character and temper of a hero.
If you are just like ordinary people, you may not be able to be a hero.
The room has been prepared for a long time, right next to Duan Wenjun's room in the west courtyard.
Although Duan Daxiong didn't know who Tong Lao would arrange to come over at the beginning, he had already been arranged by someone.
Duan Daxiong wanted to send Mo Shoucheng back to his room in person, but he had too much filth vomited on his body, so he asked Duan Wenjun to do it on his behalf.
Then, he asked Gu Hongfu to quickly order his servants to prepare wine and meat.
Duan Wenjun took Cuiping and Duan Xiaoxing and accompanied Mo Shoucheng to the west courtyard.
Along the way, no one said anything.
When they arrived at the door of the room, servants had already brought beef and wine.
Mo Shoucheng took the wine and meat, opened the door and walked straight in.
Duan Wenjun thought that Mo Shoucheng would at least say a few words to him, or at least say a few polite words.
Unexpectedly, he closed the door and locked the three of them out.
Back in the room, Duan Xiaoxing and Cuiping both complained that the people from Yujian Sect were too arrogant.
Duan Wenjun looked at the two chattering people and smiled lightly, "Don't just look at people by their superficial appearance."
He always had a feeling that Mo Shoucheng was not as cold and unapproachable as he appeared to be.
Duan Wenjun got up at dawn the next morning.
The west courtyard of the Duan Family Courtyard in Duanjiabao is slightly smaller than the west courtyard of Duan Mansion in Wangjiang.
So, he changed the original five laps to six laps, which was still four kilometers.
After finishing the run, my body felt a little weak, and it was obvious that it had reached the limit of what this body could temporarily bear.
Then, he did another set of Tai Chi.
Feeling that his body was recovering well, after practicing Tai Chi, he practiced a set of military boxing.
After working so hard all morning, the sun has already climbed onto the treetops.
However, Duan Wenjun didn't notice that he was practicing in the yard while Mo Shoucheng sat cross-legged on the roof, glancing at him from time to time.
What on earth is this young rich man’s young master doing?
Running is good, it helps his body recover and improves his physique.
However, his running speed is too slow, not much different from walking, and the effect is probably not very good.
The set of punches he used after running seemed to have some skills.
Each move looks weak and weak, but in fact, every move has some power.
However, this kid's body is too weak and it is impossible to bring out those late-comer powers.
If you can't show it, then you are blind.
The last set of boxing techniques is pretty good. It should be enough to deal with two or three ordinary thieves.
Well, it seems like it’s not a waste of time, it has some effect...
Seeing Duan Wenjun take the towel handed over by Duan Xiaoxing and wiping his sweat, Mo Shoucheng jumped slightly and jumped down from the roof, "Are you done? I'm hungry. When will dinner be served?"
Duan Wenjun looked at Mo Shoucheng who suddenly fell in front of him, then looked up at the roof, with a horrified expression on his face, "Master Mo, did you fly down from the roof?"
"Is there any problem? It's only a few feet tall!" Mo Shoucheng frowned.
"Is this Qing Kung?" Duan Wenjun was overjoyed and grabbed Mo Shoucheng's arm and said.
"Is there anything surprising?" Mo Shoucheng slapped Duan Wenjun's hand away and said with a look of disgust, "I said, I'm hungry! Can I eat?"
