C13 President's Assistant Director

Returning to the hall, You Meng came over as if he had caught fire, and asked: "Zhao Long, what is Daughter of the President looking for you for?"

I pinched my nose and said, "It's nothing, she wants to learn the Chinese kung fu."

You Meng was startled for a moment, and then asked: "You agreed?"

I smiled. "Of course I have to consult the Leader. I can't make such a decision."

You Meng patted my shoulder and said: "You're really good. Why did the President's daughter ask you to teach her? "Could it be that she has taken a fancy to you?"

I looked at You Meng's jealous expression and threatened her: "What are you saying! You are obviously creating political rumors, be careful not to let the Secretary Zhang criticize you! "

"He dares!" You Meng frowned, and said: "I won't accept him."

I didn't say anything else, but silently sympathized with the Secretary Zhang. In reality, You Meng's words were not unreasonable. Although the Secretary Zhang was a major, with a rank that was two to three levels higher than You Meng and the rest of the guards, but he did not have much prestige in the Head Office. Other than the guards, even the health doctors, public servants and drivers did not approve of him.

Immediately after, You Meng dragged me to her bedroom and started to inquire more about the relationship between Miss Itafini and myself. I had to admit, You Meng was an extremely meticulous girl, and she had even asked me clearly about Princess Itafini's appearance, age and other things. I even narcissistically suspected that You Meng was secretly in love with me, if not, why would she be so concerned about my matters?

That night, I informed Princess Itafini of the news that my superior had agreed.

And this news had obviously provoked You Meng. At around seven o'clock, You Meng just finished his guard duty and knocked on my bedroom door.

She looked preoccupied, with a vague sense of worry and thought between her eyebrows. She took off her lady's suit jacket and hung it on a hanger behind the door, then sat down in front of me and looked at me. I didn't say anything, but I could feel the weight of her thoughts.

I moved the ashtray from the table and lit a cigarette while You Meng chewed a piece of gum and stared at me as if he was trying to change the subject. We are old partners, and normally we get along very casually, but today You Meng's serious expression made me feel a little uncomfortable.

I flicked the ash off my cigarette and asked with a laugh, "What's the matter? Are you lovelorn?"

You Meng casually spat out bubbles that continuously 'exploded' at the corner of his mouth, looking as if he was preoccupied with something.

Just as I was about to speak again, I heard a knock on the door. A Y party attendant asked in fluent Chinese, "Staff Officer Zhao, our President's Chief Guard Lieutenant Colonel Kessoff is here to pay his respects to you and is currently waiting outside the door. Would it be convenient for you to meet him?"

I was immediately taken aback. You Meng was also surprised as she softly asked. "Kessoff? Why did he come to find you so late at night? "

I was also very puzzled. Kessoff and I had only talked to each other over the phone because of our work relationship. Kessoff was the Chief Guard beside the President of State Y, he was one of the influential legendary figures of State Y. It was said that this Kessoff was the best at fighting and shooting. He had once obtained the honor of being a second place soldier at the World's Top Guards Exchange.

I told the waiter outside, "Let him in. Wait for me in the living room."

You Meng and I discussed a little more. Three minutes later, the legendary Kessoff knocked on my bedroom door.

"It's nice to meet you, Staff Officer Zhao Zhao Long." Kessoff greeted me with a proficient Chinese language and started to hug me to show his respect.

I invited Kessoff to sit down. You Meng had been sulking the entire time, and it was obvious that she didn't have a good impression of this Colonel Kessoff who went by the trouble of paying her a visit. No wonder, in Country Y, it's rude to barge into someone's bedroom. Just now, I clearly let the servant ask Kessoff out in the living room, yet he knocked on the door and entered my bedroom.

Kessoff was obviously rude, he went straight to the point and asked Princess Itafini about the Chinese kung fu s that she wanted to learn from me: "I heard that Miss Itafini wants to learn from you, how does Staff Officer Zhao respond?"