C8 Who stole my socks

6 October 2005, Regent's Hill (alias), Chief C's villa.

At six o'clock in the morning, I woke up on time, rubbed my eyes, and sat up in bed. Then I grabbed a light blue sportswear from one side and pulled it over my body. However, when I put on my socks, I found a hole the size of a peanut. After a moment of regret, I took out a pair of new socks from under my pillow and put them on.

I turned on the light, stretched my limbs, and then lay on the ground doing push-ups. I heard the bones in my body crackle, and I felt a sense of accomplishment. After more than two hundred push-ups, I stood up again, breathed a sigh of relief, took a cigarette, and went out for my morning exercise.

My name is Zhao Long, and I am 24 years old. I live in Beijing, the capital of China.

My position, which is the staff officer of the security guard, is that of a vice company officer of the Central Guard Corps, with the rank of lieutenant. My main duty is to be responsible for the safety of the country's dignitaries, Chief C. I am currently living in Chief C's villa with the other senior security guards in charge of his protection. The staff of the Sectary office have a common habit, which is to train in the morning. From one to six o'clock, almost all the security guards, drivers and civil servants will get up and exercise for an hour before starting their meal.

Of course, our security target, Chief C, has a habit of doing morning exercises as well.

Halfway through the smoke, a beautiful woman in a red sports coat pushed open the door with a newspaper in her hand. She looked to be in good spirits. Her rank is the same as mine, she is also a first lieutenant. Don't look down on her, she is the legendary bodyguard of beauties in the whole of China, her name is comparable to Bian Mei, the number one female bodyguard in China.

I took a deep breath of the cigarette, letting the pungent smell from the cigarette swirl in my lungs, before I smiled at You Meng. "By Staff Officer, you're looking for me to do my morning practice again?"

You Meng was chewing on a green arrow chewing gum. After she stopped chewing, she shook the newspaper in her hands and waved it in front of my eyes, saying: "Zhao Long, your photo is in the newspaper. Take a look!" She spread the newspaper out on the table and pointed to one of the pages.

You know, as a national Special Guard, you are not allowed to publish pictures in newspapers or magazines. I looked in the direction that You Meng was pointing at and realised that it was a copy of the "Hong Kong Daily News". In the middle of the B Edition, there were a few young men wearing black suits, including me. On the right side of the photo, there was a line of eye-catching headlines: Chief C came to visit Hong Kong, Zhongnanhai's bodyguards, Flying Tiger Team. Content: During the visit of Chief C, in order to ensure the safety of Chief C, the Hong Kong Police are on alert. These bodyguards were all dressed in western attire, with a serious and stern expression, they were known as the royal experts, because the Zhongnanhai bodyguards rarely appeared, their positions were exposed to the public, these Zhongnanhai bodyguards were not only young, they were also all handsome and handsome, causing many of the female reporters present to take a glance at them. The media commented that this mysterious group of "guards with sabers on their backs" had completely disqualified Hong Kong's famous Flying Tiger Company...

I just smiled bitterly at this kind of report, especially when I saw a close-up of it in the photo. The bright look in my eyes made me feel cool and cool. It was unavoidable to be secretly photographed. Journalists nowadays were very dedicated and dedicated, and would never let go of any interesting news leads. It wasn't the first time that a national security guard had been photographed. However, in the mainland, this kind of news was hard to find. Only in special administrative regions such as Hong Kong and Macao would it be exposed.

I can't help but marvel at the efficiency of the Hong Kong media. The day before yesterday, I and the rest of the staff accompanied Chief C to Hong Kong. Actually, I do not dislike the term 'Zhongnanhai's bodyguard'. This is purely because of the popularity of the movie "Zhongnanhai's bodyguard" starring Li Lianjie. Strictly speaking, this form of address was very one-sided …

I roughly swept a glance at the newspaper and handed it back to You Meng, grumbling, "You sure are bold, daring to take Chief C's newspaper to read?"

You Meng rolled up the newspaper into a cylinder and said, "What do you know? This is called making full use of resources. Chief, you finished reading it yesterday.

I kindly mocked her, "You're the only one who likes to learn!"

You Meng pouted: "Of course. It is also the duty of our security personnel to understand the situation of the various provinces, cities and autonomous regions of the country. "

I nodded perfunctorily. "You're quite good at talking. I'm too lazy to argue with you."

You Meng laughed complacently and blew out a huge bubble. After a slight explosion, the bubble gum stuck onto her rosy lips. You Meng stuck out her greasy little tongue and searched around for a while, before taking the bubble gum back into her mouth. Actually, this was a very ordinary action, but I had taken a few glances at it. To be honest, I feel that You Meng is not a human … … Was there anyone that beautiful? Furthermore, she knew kung fu and was well versed in the eight nations' languages. It was not difficult for him to communicate through words …

You Meng arranged the sports attire on her body, and said: "Oh right, Zhao Long, let's go for morning training, if not Secretary Zhang will suspect that we are still sleeping!"

The Secretary Zhang is the secretary of the security guards of the Sectary office, he can be considered our little leader.

I 'Oh,' and suddenly remembered something, but I didn't know how to say it.

I coughed lightly and hardened my conviction before mustering the courage to say to You Meng, "By Staff Officer, can you … Can I ask you a favor? "

You Meng stopped chewing and looked at me: "What a joke. We're already old partners, so don't use the word "please". It seems like we're being too formal! "

I secretly rejoiced for a bit and picked up the pair of black socks from the end of the bed. I said bashfully, "By Staff Officer, I don't know how to sew. Can you help me sew them up? It would be a pity to throw them away … …"

Before he could finish, he saw You Meng pinch his nose, his eyes were wide open as he said: "Zhao Long, such a difficult mission, please ask others to do it, please."

I felt a sense of loss, threw my socks at the end of the bed, and scolded 'I really have no sympathy'. When I turned my head back, You Meng suddenly flew out of the door like a flying immortal, urging me from outside: "Zhao Long, hurry up, after training early in the morning, Chief had already practiced for half an hour."

I hastily tidied up my clothing and said to myself, "I'm still an old partner. Tsk, I'm not helping you with this!"

As I stretched my arms out of the door of the villa, a breath of fresh air pierced my nostrils, fragrant with the scent of flowers. I looked out and saw that the sky had begun to turn white, like the skin of a fish's belly, and though Grandpa Sun had not yet appeared, his radiance had overshadowed the light in the yard.

As the saying goes, people practice at dawn. Secretary Zhang and the Yellow Staff Officer were practicing Tai Chi under the Jade Magnolia Tree with their leader. Beautiful, well-dressed waitresses, waving brooms, sweeping the autumn leaves. The leader's daughter, Jiaojiao, was playing badminton with the driver, Xiao Wang. You Meng watched the badminton match with interest as it was focused on fitness, and voluntarily played the role of 'picking the players'.

Seeing me come out, You Meng waved his hand: "Let's go out for a run."

I nodded and was already in the middle of the yard.

"Uncle Zhao, wait a moment."

At this time, Jiaojiao suddenly called out to me. She lowered the badminton racket to her feet and looked at me pleadingly. "Uncle Zhao, can you play badminton with me?"

I turned my head back with a bitter smile. As the saying goes, whatever one is afraid of always comes. I don't know why Jiaojiao likes to play ball with me. It wasn't easy for me to refuse, so I unwillingly 'mm'. After that, I waved towards You Meng and regretfully said: "According to the convention, you should help me escape from my five kilometer area."

You Meng's face showed some disappointment, but he quickly relaxed. "I'm not running this morning," she said. "I'm so lazy to wash my clothes. I need to change my clothes just because I'm sweating. I might as well go to the gym to exercise."