The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 295

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"Had breakfast yet?"

"How is Susu doing?"

Mo Yan gave him a look, "...I don’t know!"

"Hey, where are you going!"

Mo Yan brushed past him, and Ye Tian hurriedly chased after her, with Tang Su now in their hands, himself penniless, and a lot of unresolved issues in Tianhe, leaving him hanging, anyone would be anxious. He wanted to come over last night but was concerned about Mo Yan’s unique identity, and Ye Tian had suppressed his worries all night, but this morning he had to know Tang Su’s situation no matter what.

Mo Yan ignored the Ye Tian behind her, hands buried in her down jacket pockets, walking forward with her head down, the snow beneath her feet crunching. Unexpectedly, her right arm tightened, Ye Tian had grabbed her, not very forcefully, but enough to keep Mo Yan from moving forward.

"What exactly happened to Susu, I didn’t come here to be toyed with by you. I’m willing to risk my life, but the terms you provide must correspond."

It seems this guy treated this as a business transaction.

Mo Yan felt annoyed, her previously pristine cheeks now flushed red, the white snow around making them look like a ripe tomato.

"Let go." Mo Yan cooled down, her tone growing colder.

Ye Tian did not let go.

"If you want to live, let go."

Since entering this alley, Ye Tian felt it was out of the ordinary, always feeling as if someone was watching him, and now hearing Mo Yan say this, Ye Tian realized that this place was most likely an ambush with snipers.

Mo Yan saw the softening in his eyes, her voice also softened a bit, "She’s alright, the formula you provided was very effective, follow-up treatments are being pursued, don’t worry."

So that’s how it is.

"Now, let go of your hand."

Ye Tian released his hand, paused for a moment, didn’t linger any longer, and walked straight out of the alley, head lowered, like a deeply troubled old cat.

"Hey, where are you going!"

Just now it was him chasing her, now it shifted to her chasing him.

"I’m going home to sleep."

Mo Yan gave him a look, tilted her head, and asked again, "Had breakfast yet?"

"No money."

"I’ll treat."

Ye Tian stopped in his tracks, looking at her.

"Humph, I thought you were just trying to be a tough guy, refusing to eat unearned food."

"Even tough guys need to eat. Boss, another bowl please."

Mo Yan looked at Ye Tian awkwardly. This guy had already eaten five fried dough sticks and had four bowls of fermented bean drink, is his stomach made of rubber?

"I won’t eat for free, I’ll pay you back when I have money."

"...Eating can’t shut you up."

"You didn’t call me here just to shut me up anyway."

"Eat your food."

"I just want to make things clear."

"Like you can talk!"

Hearing the urgency in the other party’s voice, Ye Tian stopped talking and focused on eating his fried dough sticks and drinking soybean milk.

"Hey! I’m talking to you. Get lost now!"

While he was slurping down his soybean milk, a noisy clamor erupted nearby. He ate another fried dough stick; there were two left on the table, along with a bowl of soybean milk that had just been served and was set aside to cool.

The breakfast stalls in the alleys of Beiping were still the portable type, where everything is set up on a handcart, along with a few long benches and a portable folding table. On cold days, hardly anyone wanted to eat breakfast outside, and it was mostly older people buying breakfast for their grandchildren, so there were even fewer people eating outside. Ye Tian and Mo Yan occupied the only small table brought by the stall owner.

Four young, sturdy men stood next to Ye Tian, none of whom seemed amicable.

Ye Tian looked around; it was just the two of them eating breakfast on the street.

"There are only two left. Can you wait five minutes?" Ye Tian, under the table, held Mo Yan back from standing up to argue. He spoke to the four men in a calm and polite tone.

"Wait for your damn mother, just get lost!"

"Go back to your turtle hole to eat!"

One sentence each from two people, quite harsh.

Seeing this, the anxious stall owner adjusted the dog fur hat on his head, decided not to sell breakfast anymore, ran over, and as he spoke, a plume of white breath came out, "Chuanzi, what’s happening here?"

It was clear that this young man in a green military coat was their leader, otherwise the owner wouldn’t have been nodding and bowing to him.

Scowling, Chuanzi pointed at the two people sitting at the small table, then at the three people by his side, without saying a word. His gesture meant that they were eating, we want to eat too, and there’s only this one table, figure it out.

The stall owner, looking distressed, opened his mouth several times, unable to speak, then turned around and bent down towards Ye Tian and his companion, "Folks, you see... how about, you don’t pay for this meal, I pack it up for you, okay? It’s also quite cold today, and it’s uncomfortable to eat outside..."

"I have one left; I’ll leave after I finish." Ye Tian didn’t look up, focused on eating his dough stick, and didn’t forget to sip some soybean milk to smooth it down.

"Hey, punk, you’re quite arrogant. What, feeling loose skin, want grandpa to loosen it up for you?" One of the men behind Chuanzi stepped forward, cracked his knuckles loudly. This was necessary; Ye Tian’s appearance made him look like an easy target.

"Half a stick left." Ye Tian calmly took another bite of his dough stick, drank another sip of soybean milk, and didn’t even glance at them.

It turns out this kid didn’t listen to them at all.

"Fuck your mom..."

This exclamation was strong but was abruptly cut off by Ye Tian. A folding table with four long benches, Ye Tian’s weapon was the spare bench on his left. Made of willow wood, not light but very sturdy.

The man was smacked directly on the right shoulder by Ye Tian, fell to the ground, stirred up a big clump of snow, tried to get up several times but couldn’t. His shoulder was too painful; he had to lie there for a while.

"Trained?"

Chuanzi squinted his eyes, his tone unfriendly.

"Lots of scabby dogs in the village, gotta watch out for dog bites, so I trained."

The other two men wanted to rush forward, but Chuanzi spread his arms to stop them, "No one move, I’ll handle this."

Hearing this, the stall owner couldn’t stand still any longer, desperately ran forward, blocking in front of Chuanzi, "Chuanzi, Chuanzi! Don’t make trouble, let me drive them away for you, I’ll handle it!"

Chuanzi stood still, but his eyes were still intently fixed on Ye Tian. Seeing that he wasn’t moving, the stall owner slowly stepped back two steps, making sure Chuanzi wouldn’t hit anyone, then turned around with a tense face, "Brother, you better leave now, we ordinary people can’t afford to mess with these masters."

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