"What?" Si Fuqing put her hands in her pockets, looking relaxed. The mask covered her face, but it couldn't hide her proud, elegant, and graceful demeanor.
"Nothing." The man hesitated for a long time and finally said nothing. He just smiled and added, "Once you go in, you should know what to do and what not to do."
Si Fuqing shrugged and took back her phone. "Don't worry."
She only cared about money now. When she had less money, she did nothing.
The man held the notebook, watched the girl walk through the door, and shook his head.
Although he wasn't going to a high-risk area like the desert, he had never expected a female bodyguard to apply for the job.
There are indeed female bodyguards these days, but they are very rare, and none of them are top-notch.
People who have been in Daxia for a long time know that the official website of the Daxia Escort Agency has a special Ace Hall, which is filled with the top figures in this industry.
The bodyguards in the Ace Hall cannot be hired just by paying money, and there is only one female in the Ace Hall.
Her name, age, and history are unknown.
Even the few employers who were lucky enough to receive her help didn't know who she was.
However, all the missions she led were never unsuccessful.
Even the boss of the Daxia Escort Agency couldn't understand why such a master would choose to work in the bodyguard industry.
But unfortunately, this master hasn't appeared in almost four years, and no one knows where she has gone.
The man collected his thoughts and continued recording.
There was no sign in the villa. Si Fuqing wandered for a while and found that she couldn't get out of the garden.
"…"
After being locked in the laboratory for half a year without going out, she had almost forgotten that she was directionally challenged.
In the past, when she went out to play with her senior brothers and sisters, she was always the one who had her fill and didn't have to worry about anything.
Si Fuqing looked left and right, and finally changed direction, coming to a path shaded by trees.
Just as she was about to reach the end of the path, something came rushing through the air.
Then a loud voice rang out: "Who are you? You're looking for trouble!"
"Ding-dong!"
A series of crisp sounds suddenly fell around her, and Si Fuqing looked at the dozens of silver needles that landed only half a meter away from her feet, her eyes suddenly fierce.
Silver needle flying flowers!
Are there Mohist masters here too?
Without changing her expression, she took another step forward, walked around the bushes, and saw a young man with a murderous look on his face.
There was another man behind him.
In a wheelchair, to be precise.
The man spoke in a gentle tone, his dignity evident: "Feng San."
Feng San stopped, but the murderous aura surrounding him did not subside, and his eyes were very unfriendly: "Ninth Brother!"
Yu Xiheng raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at her.
The girl was standing under the willow tree.
The hazy sunlight shone through the branches and fell on her, casting a layer of white light, like a fragile dream.
She looked at him curiously, the mottled shadows of the trees reflected in her eyes, hazy and intoxicating like moonlight.
A pair of very captivating eyes.
The same pair he had seen the night before.
Si Fuqing recognized him at once. This was the man she had inadvertently taken advantage of that day.
She had finally managed to escape, so why did she run into him again today?
But she had to admit that this man had good looks.
Originally, she thought that her master and eldest senior brother were both gods, but she never imagined that there could really be misleading appearances in this world.
He seemed to possess an extremely powerful charm that made people willingly fall for him.
When he sat there, a powerful aura filled the air.
But it was not aggressive; it was all-encompassing.
Si Fuqing looked at him and thought that since she was facing sideways and running fast, maybe he didn't recognize her at all.
Thinking of this, she smiled and said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you. I came here to apply for a job, but now I'm lost. How can I get to where I want to go?"
"Go out here, turn left, and then right," Yu Xiheng replied, looking back at her and speaking slowly. "You'll be there after you turn the third corner."
His voice was just like him—pleasant to the ear yet intimidating.
Si Fuqing couldn't help but rub her ears. "Is that so? Thank you."
She lowered her gaze to his legs, a hint of inquiry in her eyes.
"Look again—" This action made Feng San's eyes flash with murderous intent again, but he was interrupted by Yu Xiheng, who said, "Feng San, let's go."
"…Yes!" Feng San was able to suppress the murderous intent in his eyes and followed the man away.
Si Fuqing did not leave immediately. She looked at Yu Xiheng's back, deep in thought.
She had seen earlier that his legs were disabled and he couldn't move.
There was no mistake; the man that night had very strong leg skills and could not be a disabled person.
After retracting her gaze, Si Fuqing successfully arrived at the lobby according to the directions given by Yu Xiheng.
She stretched and found a seat to sit down.
Si Fuqing arrived not too late, and many people came one after another afterward, all looking at her with various emotions.
This included Shen Xingjun, who was already in the study on the second floor.
"Hey, why is there a girl here?" He glanced at the big screen and couldn't help but laugh. "This girl is all wrapped up tightly."
On the side, Yu Xiheng looked out the window with a calm expression.
Shen Xingjun seemed to remember something and frowned. "Isn't she here for you? I have to check it out."
Although Yu Xiheng was unable to travel, his good looks attracted many famous ladies in the city.
Not long ago, a young lady went abroad specifically to pursue him and caused quite a stir.
Yu Xiheng raised his eyebrows slightly and said slowly, "She is not."
"Are you so sure?" Shen Xingjun was surprised. "But don't worry. She won't be selected, and she won't be able to see you."
In terms of strength, women have always been weaker than men.
The other bodyguards applying for the job were all tall and strong, while Si Fuqing's calves weren't even as thick as their arms.
On the screen, everyone else was warming up, while Si Fuqing took out a book from her backpack and leaned back in her chair to read.
The title of the book was clearly visible, pulled into the scene by the camera.
"The Biography of Emperor Yin?" Shen Xingjun laughed, having seen it before. "I can't believe this little girl is a history fanatic."
As he spoke, he sighed again. "But to be honest, who can't admire a man like Emperor Yin?"
This is the white moonlight idol of countless people, even if he only lives in history books.
This statement finally drew Yu Xiheng's gaze to the big screen. He looked at the title of the book, "Biography of Emperor Yin," and his eyes gradually deepened.
As if realizing something, Si Fuqing tilted her head.
She tilted her head and blinked at the camera.
Shen Xingjun was shocked. "Shi Yan, she…"
However, Si Fuqing had already withdrawn her gaze and continued reading.
The next second, her body shook as a foot kicked her stool hard.
The owner of the foot sneered, "I'm talking to you; do you hear me?"
Si Fuqing closed the book, looked up again, and smiled. "Just now, you kicked my stool, right?"
Author POV
.Si Fuqing: I am obsessed with face.
Emperor Ying and Lord: What a coincidence.
Male: Relying on looks to rise to the top.
Qingqing's personality is probably the most popular among elders and friends; she is truly the favorite of the group.
The new book list is very important to Qingqing; please collect it and recommend it