"Um......"

Fu Yichen placed his index finger on his chin slightly, pondered for a while, looked at Xingyun with a smile, and said:

"I'm an underground worker."

He occasionally lets his subordinates disguise themselves as the enemy and sneak into the enemy's interior to steal information, or directly capture the enemy to obtain information. He also has some involvement and relationship with people in the political, business and military circles. Logically speaking, he is indeed an underground man. worker.

Although his main business is smuggling jun fire, manipulating the gambling industry, and erasing the existence of some people for some employers who meet the requirements.

Fu Yichen thought so.

Underground worker? In this era, underground workers, apart from private detectives and mafia, should have no other high-risk occupations and can be called underground workers.

The person in front of him looked weak, gentle, rational and gentle, and since he needed a bodyguard, he should not be a mafia.

Is it a private detective?

Then the code contact on his phone made sense.

Probably to protect the privacy of the guests.

The private detective industry should be very dangerous. It is often necessary to track a certain industry bigwig or a very low-key bigwig, which offends people more than the paparazzi.

But it will also be appreciated by some big bosses, make some big bosses, and the remuneration will not be less.

This person should have a lot of assets.

No wonder she needed to be hired as a bodyguard.

Xingyun nodded knowingly, then saved her contact information, and wrote her name as a boy on it—

nebula.

"Okay, I get it, but since you agreed to help me settle it, I don't have to run away, and I still have to finish my studies, so I may not be free to protect you at any time during the day."

Fu Yichen nodded indifferently, took the phone, and dialed the number.

The phone in Xing Yun's pocket rang immediately.

Hearing the sound, Fu Yichen raised the corners of his lips in satisfaction, and then seriously slipped through the number and name that Xingyun had filled in.

After reciting it in seconds, Fu Yichen put away the phone and said gently:

"Save it, my number."

Xingyun nodded, saved the seemingly expensive and unusual number, and then noted Fu Yichen's name.

Since this comrade detective doesn't care that her bodyguard is still in school and can't protect him at all times, then she doesn't need to worry about it.

"Since I can't protect you at any time, you can pay for the salary. Can you delete that video now?"

Xing Yun threw up her mobile phone and caught it, raising her clear star eyes to look at Fu Yichen.

Fu Yichen pursed his lips and smiled, "What video? I didn't shoot it."

Xingyun: "..."

As expected of a private detective, I can't play it, I can't play it.

But can't beat it yet.

Now this comrade is her boss.

Forget it.

Xing Yun took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and calmed down her anger.

After a while, Xingyun opened her eyes, and a fake smile formed on her little face:

"Nothing else, I'll go first, and then contact me if necessary, bye, boss."

The big problem in front of her has been solved, and she has found a job for nothing, and she doesn't have to worry about being rejected by others. She is a minor, which is not bad.

The most important thing is that if the boss does something that touches her bottom line, she can quit the job at any time.

This private detective comrade's precious phone number, shouldn't he want to be put on some weird website?