The Personal Bodyguard of the Female CEO
Chapter 131 - 131 130 Journalists Ambush

131: Chapter 130 Journalists Ambush 131: Chapter 130 Journalists Ambush Upon hearing he was alright, Stephen suddenly broke into a smile, nearly giving Director Wu a kiss.

“That’s great, I’m fine, I’m fine.”

Director Wu personally escorted Stephen to the door and, seeing Lin Shiyan waiting outside, his face lit up with amazement, thinking to himself that the blond guy was really lucky.

He smiled and said, “I wish you both happiness.”

“You too, you too,” Stephen happily replied.

With his level of Chinese, he naturally didn’t catch the double meaning in Director Wu’s words.

The Female CEO frowned slightly, but in the end, she said nothing, as these kinds of things often make you look guiltier the more you try to explain.

The blond man was thrilled, endlessly praising Wang Dadong as a divine doctor.

After all, it was a severe burn, and to recover so quickly was remarkable.

The painful process could be ignored.

Around the corner in the hallway, Wang Dadong, while smoking a cigarette, wickedly muttered to himself, “You’re right, I am a divine doctor.

When you’re having fun with the girl, you’ll find out I’m even more miraculous.”

Half an hour later, Wang Dadong was already at Jinding Building, admiring the beautiful girls coming and going.

“Brother Wang, what exactly did you do to Zhou Hui?

Why does she look at you with such a grievous expression?” Yang Jian asked, puzzled.

Zhou Hui was the receptionist.

For some reason, today the receptionist’s gaze kept falling on Wang Dadong, her expression unspeakably grievous.

Yang Jian had just gone to the bathroom when Wang Dadong brought porridge to the receptionist, so he had no idea what had happened.

“What if I said I did nothing, would you believe me?” Wang Dadong leisurely blew a smoke ring.

“Believe that?

No way!”

Wang Dadong stubbed out his cigarette and walked straight up to the receptionist, smiling, “Girl, I happen to be free after work today…”

“Not interested!” The receptionist flatly rejected him, her face full of anger.

“Damn, that was direct.” Wang Dadong grinned sheepishly and returned to his post, “See, I told you I didn’t do anything.”

Yang Jian looked at Wang Dadong with even more disbelief, sure that there was something fishy between the two.

Usually, the receptionist greeted everyone with a beaming smile.

As he was smoking a cigarette, a commotion suddenly erupted outside Jinding Building.

“I’m sorry, but President Qin does not accept interviews,” Qin Xue’s secretary, Pei Xi, spread his arms in front of Qin Xue.

Qin Xue was about to leave the building when a bunch of reporters unexpectedly materialized and surrounded her.

Pei Xi’s slight build was no match for the aggressive reporters.

Seeing he couldn’t hold them off, he quickly said to Qin Xue behind him, “President Qin, please get in the car!”

At that moment, another group of reporters surged forward from behind Qin Xue, trapping her completely.

“Dude, the time to prove ourselves has come,” Wang Dadong whispered to Yang Jian.

The two of them stepped out of Jinding Building together.

But there were simply too many reporters, and despite the addition of Wang Dadong and Yang Jian, they were ineffective.

Pei Xi was especially close to being trampled by the crowd of reporters.

“President Lin is here!”

Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted, and everyone turned their heads to look.

Taking advantage of the moment the reporters looked away, Wang Dadong quickly squeezed through to Qin Xue, grabbed her, and hustled her out of the crowd.

He then opened the door of the Maserati and shoved Qin Xue inside.

As the Maserati sped off, the reporters realized they had been deceived.

“Dammit, we couldn’t get an interview with President Qin again.”

The reporters grumbled for a while and then quickly dispersed, just as suddenly as they had appeared.

Wang Dadong wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Meow, he hadn’t expected his boss’s name to be so incredibly useful.

Of course, he was the one who had claimed President Lin had arrived.

“Thank you,” Pei Xi said as he straightened his disheveled clothes, looking at Wang Dadong.

“Your clothes seem to be damaged.

My car is parked there.

Why don’t you wait in my car, and I’ll go get you a new shirt?” Wang Dadong glanced at Pei Xi and suggested.

Pei Xi nodded, “Thank you for that.”

Seeing Wang Dadong’s boldly parked Cadillac in the bicycle parking spot, Pei Xi looked skeptical.

In her eyes, Wang Dadong was just a little security guard, and owning a Chery QQ would have been impressive enough, let alone a Cadillac.

She knew the price of that model; it was over 300,000 yuan, something she hadn’t even dared to buy herself.

“Is this really your car?” Pei Xi asked in disbelief.

“Borrowed it from a friend,” Wang Dadong grinned sheepishly and opened the car door.

Pei Xi hurried in, feeling relieved.

After all, who doesn’t have a few wealthy friends?

As Wang Dadong was about to leave to buy the shirt, Pei Xi suddenly poked her head out of the window and called him back.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“Um, could you get me one of those?” she asked.

“Which one?” Wang Dadong was completely baffled.

“You know, the kind of thing women use but men can’t!” Pei Xi clenched her teeth and her face turned red as she spoke.

What could women use that men couldn’t?

Wang Dadong suddenly slapped his forehead in realization, “Oh, I know now, you want me to buy you sanitary napkins, right?

What brand do you use?”

Hearing Wang Dadong’s words made Pei Xi’s face turn even redder.

Were sanitary napkins the only things women could use that men couldn’t?

“Glasses…” Pei Xi finally managed to spill out the two words that made her so embarrassed.

“Oh, you should have said so earlier,” Wang Dadong rubbed his head.

After Wang Dadong left, Pei Xi covered her face with her hands, feeling utterly mortified.

It was so embarrassing; why was it that every time she met him, such humiliating things happened?

Suddenly, Pei Xi started, realizing in her nervousness she had forgotten to tell Wang Dadong the brand.

Not far from Shiyan Group, under a nearby overpass, there was a stall, and Wang Dadong wasn’t about to buy Pei Xi anything fancy; even if he wanted to, he didn’t have that much money.