Tang Bing'er walked up to the young man with a slight smile and looked at him carefully.
Thick black hair, delicate facial features, a straight spine, eyes that are neither humble nor overbearing, and a very fresh, honest, and trustworthy temperament
"Bing'er, brother, I have something to do, so I'll leave first, and he will stay with you from now on!"
Tang Youran left in a hurry, and Tang Bing'er just said a faint "Hmm". Her eyes were always on the boy. For some reason, she felt familiar and close to the stranger in front of her.
"May I have your name?"
"My name is Ling Yue, you can call me A Yue"
"Is it true that you will do whatever I ask you to do?" Tang Bing'er didn't believe it.
"Really!" Ling Yue said seriously
"But what will you do?" Tang Binger frowned slightly.
This Ling Yue looks like he is no more than two years older than me. What will he do?
"I know martial arts and have been practicing since I was a child. Mr. Tang asked me to be responsible for your safety." Ling Yue answered honestly.
So that's it
Tang Binger curled her lips
The eldest brother knew that she hated bodyguards and always kept them at a distance, so he found a bodyguard for her who was similar in age and wanted him to stay by her side at all times.
Tang Bing'er began to dislike the young man in front of her. Is he supposed to be the spy arranged by her eldest brother?
Tang Bing'er began to dislike the young man in front of her. Is he supposed to be the spy arranged by her eldest brother?
"Do a set of punches and show me!" Tang Bing'er returned to the swing, swung gently, and gave an order to Ling Yue.
Although she is only seven years old, she has been used to seeing her father and brother giving orders to others since she was born. Her soft words are actually very intimidating.
"Yes!" Ling Yue answered respectfully, took a stance, and performed a set of his famous punches.
Ling Yue, who was punching, seemed to be a different person. His fresh and honest temperament was gone, replaced by a confident look. A set of punches was executed smoothly, which was everyone's style.
Since Tang Bing'er learned to walk, she was forced to learn some self-defense skills. Although she didn't practice well, she could tell that Ling Yue was very powerful.
Although he is very young, his skills are as good as any of the bodyguards her father and brothers gave her.
No wonder the eldest brother is so satisfied with his "gift". I don't know where he got such a treasure.
"How many push-ups can you do?" Tang Binger suddenly thought of this very strange question.
"I don't know" Ling Yue shook his head honestly.
"Then let's do it and see" Tang Bing'er said easily
"yes!"
Ling Yue still answered respectfully, lying on the ground, supporting the ground with both hands, and began to do push-ups.
"One, two, three, four, five... fifty-five, fifty-six... ninety-nine, one hundred..."
At the beginning, Tang Bing'er was still counting, but gradually she got tired of counting.
Ling Yue has made hundreds of them?
His wrists began to tremble, his face slowly turned pale, and his lips turned blue, but he still repeated the monotonous push-up movement.
Tang Bing'er, who was extremely bored, yawned and accidentally glanced at Ling Yue's chest. She was startled when a bright blood appeared there.
"Stop! Don't do it!" Tang Bing'er jumped down from the swing.
