Chapter 317

"Enter." I shouted at the door.

I didn't expect that it was Jin Biao. Wearing a brand-new camouflage suit and a red travel bag, he entered the office with a smile.

"Brother Zhao." Jinbiao nodded and smiled, and handed me a red pagoda mountain. He fumbled for a lighter from his pocket, and respectfully helped me to light a cigarette.

"Why are you here?" I didn't refuse either. I took the cigarette in my mouth and gave it a hard tap.

Jin Biao said with a smile, "brother Zhao, I've quit the job of internal security. I'm here to join you and become a security guard!"

"To me? Our salary is not as high as your internal insurance, and our accommodation is also poor. You don't need to suffer from this crime. " After all, Jinbiao has changed his attitude to himself now. I didn't care about him anymore. I patted him on the shoulder and asked him to sit down.

I sat back in my office chair and pulled the ashtray in front of me.

When Jin Biao saw that the ashtray was full of cigarette butts, he smiled and came to pick up the ashtray and poured it into the trash can at the door.

Then put the ashtray in front of me. Jin Biao sat down and pulled out his ears with his little finger. He wanted to blow earwax with his mouth habitually. Suddenly, he felt it was wrong and stopped it. Just rub your hand on your body, smile and say: "brother Zhao, I don't need any job, and I don't care about money. I just hope that I can work under you, even if I am an ordinary security guard, I will." With a pair of hopeful eyes, Jin Biao stared at me, eager to get a positive answer.

I don't know if he wants to learn kung fu from himself. For this reason, Jin Biao has almost abandoned everything.

Why bother?

I have some sympathy for him. I'm also a Wuchi. I remember that when I first joined the army, I was also obsessed with Chinese Kung Fu. I learned and practiced hard to reach a certain level and achieved certain results At that time, wasn't he the same as Jin Biao? However, Jin Biao is too aggressive and likes to use his fist to prove his strength. However, the purpose of practicing martial arts at the beginning was to train the skills of guards and promote Chinese Kung Fu.

I took a look at Jin Biao and said: "I think you should first understand the accommodation and living environment of our team members, and then make up your mind. Maybe you will be disappointed! "

Jin Biao shook his head hard: "No. I already know. As long as I can follow Zhao gegan, I will live in a chicken coop and sleep in a stable and eat sorghum pancakes!

The tone was quite firm.

I laughed and said, "I don't have that much charisma!"

"Yes," said Jin Biao. I've inquired about your players. They are all convinced of you. Besides, your skill really shocked me I can feel that even seven or eight Jinbiao are not Zhao's opponents... "

"It's not that serious!"

"Brother Zhao is true. I admire you, so I want to mix with you. I really want to worship..." Jinbiao originally wanted to say "worship you as a teacher", but suddenly he thought that the key now is to realize the first step first. We can take a long-term view about worship. "Brother Zhao, please accept me. I will do well!"

I stood up from the chair, slightly extended a waist, and Jin Biao also stood up, eager eyes staring at me.

At this time, Jin Biao's eyes are the most sincere ever.

"Well, you fill out a form first." From a pile of papers on the desk, I took out a security guard entry form and handed it to him.

Jin Biao was so grateful that his hands trembled a little. He took the form and quickly put it on the table. Seeing that one of my cigarettes has been burnt out, I took another one out of the cigarette box and handed it over.

Sit down and fill in the form after you light it respectfully.

Then, I gave Jin Biao to a monitor and formally lived in the security dormitory.

A lot of backbones and team members are puzzled about my practice, because everyone knows what kind of person Jin Biao is. When he is in the internal protection, he has bullied the external protection team members.

For this, I have my own small calculation.

Jinbiao is a kind of person who, with a little effort, is actually very suitable to be a security guard. Maybe he can become an excellent captain.

Now, in the security team, he has his own pressure, he dare not make waves, what's more, he bent to become a security guard, the real purpose is to worship himself as a teacher.

Therefore, I left him with the idea of "treating the sick and saving the people"

At half past five in the afternoon, Fu Shengyi called and asked me to come over for dinner.

I didn't refuse. I really miss Fu Shengyi's craftsmanship.

That wench, don't look at the young age. The dishes are delicious!

………

Room 202, Tianlong building.

As soon as I enter the door, I can smell the smell of vegetables. On the tea table in the living room, there are three hot dishes. One is braised carp, the other is braised eggplant, and the other is fried pork with celery.

Fu Shengyi continued to cook in the kitchen, vaguely hearing the sound of pots and pans and the "Zizi" sound of boiling oil.

Fu Shengbing is still wearing a white velvet dress with black spots. Sitting on the sofa, she holds an old martial arts novel in her hand. Her name is half concealed by her little hand: "white x big X".

It should be the white eyebrow.

To be exact, she read a book in a charming and attentive way. In the blink of an eye, she felt really amazing. Her posture is not particularly elegant. She leans on the sofa, takes off her shoes, and her feet are closed. In the white stockings, she can vaguely see the shape of her small feet, which seems to be slightly teasing. However, she didn't seem to notice my coming. She just turned the page attentively, sometimes smirking, sometimes frowning, and her expression was unpredictable.

I didn't want to disturb her elegance, so I went straight to the kitchen.

But when he arrived at the door, he saw Fu Shengyi coming out with a plate of shredded potatoes and a smile on his face.

Seeing me, Fu Shengyi opened his mouth and smiled heartily. He handed the shredded potatoes forward and said, "brother Zhao, you are here You help me to bring the dishes. I'll see if the rice is steamed. "

I smile back, do the same, and bring the shredded potatoes to the tea table.

"Hit him, Xu Liang, hit him..."

A high decibel female voice startled me.

Put the dishes on the tea table and find Fu Shengbing shaking the book with his hands dancing. He is very excited. Obviously, she has been integrated into the realm of the novel, unable to extricate herself. The voice just now is that she is cheering for the protagonist of the novel!

The sound of the dishes falling on the table made Fu Shengbing notice my coming. She stretched her waist on the sofa, changed her position of lying on one side, stared at me and complained: "when did you come? Like a ghost! "

Then go on reading.

I know she asked casually. She rewarded her mouth and didn't want the answer. So I didn't reply. I just sat on a small stool.

Just after sitting down, Fu Shengyi suddenly raised his head and asked me with a puzzled look, "Hey, who can fight with Nanxia Zhan Zhao

Hearing this, I can't help crying or laughing. Great Xia Bai Mei and Zhan Zhao are all the characters from the writer's YY, and they are not in a book. How to compare them?

When has this holy ice become naive?

Did sister Fu Shengyi infect her?

To this, I just calmly replied: "there is no comparability between them."

Fu Shengbing was obviously not satisfied with the answer. She closed the book and sat up a little, but her legs were still hovering on the sofa. "Then I ask you, how many can you fight alone?"

I thought to myself, why does this girl always have the words of fighting and killing in her mouth I prevaricated: "not a few, I just know a little fur!"

However, Fu Shengbing can speak by himself so gently, which means that the sun has come out from the West.

Fu Shengbing frowned and muttered, "it's impossible. Absolutely impossible. You beat Yang Ming I infer that you can fight at least six or seven! "

I laugh without speaking.

Fu Shengbing frowned and looked at me. It seemed that he had something on his mind, but then he spread out. He looked at the hot dishes on the table, left the book, took a bite of eggplant with chopsticks, tasted two of them, and said to himself: "Oh, Shengyi is good at cooking now! There is progress! " While talking from the corner of the mouth drop a drop of oil and water, fell on the white socks under the body.

Fu Shengbing frowned and saw that the white socks were stained by a drop of oil. She unconsciously pinched her mouth, then three times, five times and two times, took off the two white stockings, threw them at her and scolded: "I have to wash the socks again!"

Her whole legs are completely exposed to the air, white and flawless, beautiful and slender, smooth and delicate. That pair of small feet, besmear toenail oil, return grain fine floret, very delicate. Her toenails seem to grow a small part on purpose, or because the small flowers embroidered on her toenails are very delicate, and she is not willing to trim them, afraid of destroying them.

At this time, Fu Shengyi has come over with a white electric rice cooker. The cooker is Samsung brand. The mouth of the cooker is open and steaming. A stream of rice fragrance suddenly fills the whole room.

Fu Shengyi put a pot of rice on the side of the tea table, took off the lace apron on his body, folded it, put it under the tea table neatly, and smiled at me mysteriously: "brother Zhao, do you want to make two cups? I bought you a bottle of Laobaigan specially today. I don't know whether it's good or not... "

I waved and said, "no, I'll talk about it later."

But Fu Shengbing stares at his sister and asks, "Shengyi, why did you just call him?"

"Zhao Brother Zhao! " Fu Shengyi summoned courage and said.

Fu Shengbing took a pair of chopsticks, and nodded in the air, and said: "what brother is long and brother is short, I'm gooseflesh! Later, call him Lao Zhao! " After Fu Shengbing finished, he took a look at me.

Fu Shengyi pours her mouth and feels aggrieved, but she immediately looks up and complains to her sister: "sister, what are you like. When eating, there is no barefoot one. It's not elegant Don't be ashamed! The leader Zhao is still here! "

I listened to the audience and wanted to laugh. When did Fu Shengyi learn the circuitous tactics? When Fu Shengbing criticized her, she actually bit back.

Is it that under the influence of Fu Shengbing, it has become smooth?

No way.

But I suddenly felt that both sisters seemed to be influenced by each other, light or heavy