An Ning grabbed her underwear and returned to the bedroom. She was so angry that she was about to explode. As the president of An's Group, no one in the group would be respectful to her. Even people outside were polite and courteous.
But just now, Chen Yang actually teased her, which was simply unacceptable to her.
"His character is so bad that I can never keep him by my side."
An Ning shouted angrily and grabbed the underwear at hand. Although she knew that Chen Yang had not touched it, she still threw it into the trash can and never planned to wear this set again.
Taking out the phone, An Ning called Ren Xiaojian. After the call was answered, she said with a stern face: "Xiaojian, what kind of bodyguard did you introduce to me, and you said he was a master? He is simply a gangster and a scoundrel."
"Mr. An, what's wrong with Brother Yang?"
Hearing Ren Xiaojian's question, An Ning was stunned. Only then did she realize that apart from making a few moderate jokes, Chen Yang really didn't do anything else.
But the words had already been spoken, and An Ning didn't bother to explain. She said coldly: "Anyway, I can't accept such a person as my bodyguard. You can help me find someone else who is reliable... Okay, let him stay with me for the time being, and finally
Chi, you have to give me an answer tomorrow night. Otherwise, I will drive him away tomorrow night."
After hanging up the phone, An Ning felt better and said to herself: "It's just one day tomorrow, I guess that scoundrel can't do anything."
…
Chen Yang drove a Maserati and became An Ning's part-time driver. Although he drove very smoothly, his speed was very fast, which frightened An Ning so much that she turned pale, but she was unwilling to show weakness in front of him, so she had to endure it.
After a while, the car arrived at the Anshi Group's office building. Unexpectedly, there was a traffic jam, and the vehicle could only drive slowly.
Just when the Maserati came to a stop, there was a sudden clang beside the car. They turned their heads and saw an old man carrying a load wiping and hanging the car door.
Although the Maserati was blocked and did not move at this time, under the relative force, the old man's feet were unsteady and he was still thrown to the ground. The pole on his shoulders fell and the sweet potatoes inside rolled to the ground and fell everywhere on the road.
yes.
The already congested road became impassable due to this minor traffic accident. Many car owners got out of their cars to see what was going on.
"Oh my god, Maserati President, look at these wheels. They are so high-end. This car costs two million."
"This old man actually scratched the paint on the Maserati. Repairing this patch of paint on the door panel will cost at least several thousand, maybe tens of thousands."
"Look at how poor this old man is, he's going to lose his fortune at this rate."
Hearing these words, the old man who fell to the ground was dumbfounded. As a sweet potato seller, he might not be able to earn thousands of dollars a year. How could he get the money to compensate others now?
"It's over, it's over."
In desperation, the old man shed tears and panicked, not knowing what to do.
He shakily took out a handful of dimes from his pocket, sat on the ground and counted them, but after counting, he only found a few dozen pieces.
Looking at this appearance, everyone knew that at least this old man was not a prostitute.
Seeing the pitiful look on the old man's face, An Ning sighed and had no intention of pursuing the case. She said to Chen Yang in the driver's seat: "Forget it, let him go."
As soon as she finished speaking, An Ning realized that there was no one in the driver's seat, the car door was open, and Chen Yang had gotten out of the car at some point.
Just when the onlookers were pitying the old man, a young man got out of the car and ran to the old man in a panic. He pushed the old man to the ground who was about to stand up and said with a look of horror on his face: "Uncle, are you okay?
, you must not have anything happen to you, what happened to you? What, your leg is broken?"
Everyone around you looks embarrassed. They clearly want to stand up, but you still hold them down. What do you want to do?
Just when everyone was confused, the young man took out a bundle of banknotes from his trouser pocket, forced it into the old man's hand, and said: "You see you can't stand up on these legs. This is your medical expenses. You
Don’t rely on me…”
Seeing this, everyone around was stunned. Your car didn't move. The old man scratched the car, but you actually gave him money back. And looking at the thickness, it was at least 10,000. You are stupid.
The old man held the money in his hand, with a confused look on his face, his wrist trembled, and said: "Little brother, I will give you this money..."
"What, you think it's too little?"
The young man exclaimed, took out two stacks of hundred-dollar bills from his pocket, and stuffed them into the old man's hand: "I only have so much, don't even think about relying on me."
After saying that, before anyone could react, the young man ran into the Maserati as fast as he could, and then slowly drove forward.
The scene was speechless for a while. After the Maserati had driven a hundred meters, it finally realized what it was and a group of people immediately started chasing after it.
"Damn it, don't even think about running away, I'm going to scratch the paint on your car."
"If I break your headlight, you'll have to pay me more than ten or two hundred thousand no matter what."
"Rich tycoon, don't go, please hit me!"
Fortunately, it was only a hundred meters away from the Anshi Group's office building. Maserati turned a corner and entered the underground parking lot, and then got rid of the "pursuing soldiers" behind it.
At this time, the old man was sitting in the middle of the road, with tears in his eyes, looking at the thick banknotes in his hand, and murmured: "Bodhisattva bless me, I have been begging you for so many years, and today I finally met the good boy."
After the Maserati parked, An Ning looked at Chen Yang, her eyes full of confusion, and couldn't help but ask: "Why did you do that just now?"
Chen Yang turned around and said with a serious face: "You still haven't thanked me. If I hadn't given you money to settle the matter, not only would I, the driver, have suffered, but you, the owner of the vehicle, would also be jointly and severally liable, and you might even have to go to jail.
You have to know that these old men are not easy to deal with at all."
Seeing the solemn expression on Chen Yang's face, An Ning couldn't help but laugh, and then said with a straight face: "That old man just now didn't look like he was cheating. You spent too much money."
Chen Yang laughed and said, "You don't understand this. That's because his acting skills are good."
A charming smile appeared on An Ning's lips, and she was noncommittal about Chen Yang's words, but suddenly she felt that the young man in front of her was very sunny and had a very good heart.
At this moment, Chen Yang suddenly said: "I spent this money during the mission of protecting you. When the mission is over, you will have to reimburse me."
Upon hearing this, An Ning's new favorable impression of Chen Yang disappeared immediately. She didn't care about the tens of thousands of dollars, but felt that Chen Yang's behavior was too shameless.
"No, do you think I have to reimburse you for spending money at will? You are too shameless." An Ning snorted, opened the door, got out of the car, and walked towards the elevator.
Chen Yang smiled, not caring about An Ning's contempt at all. He stuck his head out of the car window and shouted to An Ning: "I drove to touch up the paint. You have to reimburse me for the touch up money."