I'm Not Going to Be Bullied By a Girl

Chapter 311 – Traitorous Dog

I grabbed onto Kyle’s clothes and pulled him into the forest. He didn’t resist because he didn’t want to make any loud sounds.

Once he determined we were at a safe distance, he freed himself, put up his fists and his eyes were burning with fervor.

“Fight, who wins, who peeks.”

Shut up, hemorrhoid warrior. (sorry, Xiao Qin’s nickname suits him too well) That’s not why I’m fighting, I have to beat you up since you were going to peek on my sister.

Right when I was about to fight, I remembered I had an egg in my pocket.

Not only was Kyle older than me, he also had muscles developed from working out at a gym. He’s not an opponent I could beat easily.

If I broke my egg half-way through the fight, I might not lose much money, but it will affect my spirit.

If an unidentified sticky liquid appears on my pants, then I would have to tell Kyle to pause the fight.

“Wait, my egg broke.”

Kyle will definitely stop attacking and even look at me with sympathy.

I don’t need you to sympathize with me, I’m talking about chicken eggs, not my balls.

Or I could take the egg out and leave it on the ground before I fight.

But that would go against gramps’ order. Even though gramps doesn’t have clairvoyance, I would still have a guilty conscience.

“Wait, I can’t fight you with eggs.” Would I have to say that to Kyle?

Kyle would definitely laugh out loud: “I also have eggs. Don’t worry I won’t hit your eggs.”

“My eggs are not the same as yours, I have to take it out and put it on the ground...”

Then Kyle will make a (?o?) face for sure.

Peng TouSi came over in a hurry when my imagination was still running wild.

When he saw we were about to fight, he picked us up like chicks, one in each hand. We couldn’t do anything regardless of how hard we struggled.

“Please don’t interrupt Miss Ai Mi’er’s bath time.” Peng TouSi said, “It’s the only time she can relax and it’s even more important to her than sleep.”

“I didn’t interrupt... Ai Mi’s bath time.” I explained, “It’s him, he came here to peek. Aren’t you a bodyguard? Take out your gun and shoot him, then bury him.”

After Kyle heard I wanted to turn him into fertilizer, he panicked and spoke a lot of English. I couldn’t understand anything he said.

In order to convey his anger, Kyle kicked me while he was suspended in the air. I didn’t want to suffer any losses, so I reached my leg out, but...

Damn it, my legs are too short. The hemorrhoid warrior deserves the death penalty!

Perhaps it was in consideration that Kyle was the protagonist and burying him in a ditch would affect the filming progress, so Peng TouSi put Kyle down and told him to “Go”, then he pretended to pull a gun out from his waist.

Kyle immediately ran away without even looking back.

Peng TouSi then put me down, patted my shoulders, and said:

“Lin, good job keeping watch. I’m at ease if you’re here.”

Don’t feel relieved yet! I was actually looking through the window along with Kyle and we saw the same things. I’m ashamed that I’m not even as loyal as a bodyguard who has no blood relations with Ai Mi.

I criticized myself while feeding Obama next to the RV. Ai Mi’s bath time already exceeded forty minutes, why does she take so long.

I was holding a bag of Natural Balance premium dog food that 005 gave me and feeding it piece by piece to Obama. I couldn’t help feeling a bit envious when I saw him eating it so happily.

No, I’m not envious because of the food, if that was the case, I could just put some in my mouth. I’m envious because an animal doesn’t have any worries at all. They could eat and sleep whenever they want, they basically live like gods.

As soon as my mind wavered, I tightened the bag and didn’t feed him anymore.

Obama still sat in front of me with eyes of expectation.

I rebuked Obama like a kindergartner teacher educating kids:

“Do you only know how to eat? Can’t you do anything to make your owner happy, even doing a roll works.”

As a pure-blooded and noble Husky, Obama was initially aloof, then he rolled his eyes to express his discontent.

I remain unmoved and continued to say:

“What are you looking at?”

Obama grumbled since he couldn’t get any more food, so he went back into the RV with his head drooped.

Huh, is he finding a cool place to sleep or is he going to get some food from the French chef? How impatient, he could get some food if he did a simple trick.

Soon after, Obama came out of the RV with a completely different look. He was bursting with vigor and wagging his tail as if he deserved the dog food in my hands.

I was baffled and took a closer look: it seems Obama was holding something in his mouth.

Damn, isn’t that Ai Mi’s laced underwear.

Where did you find it, isn’t the laundry bin sealed? You traitor, why do you think you can trade Ai Mi’s panties with food?

Obama ran near me and stood up on his hind legs. He put his front paws on my shoulder and was going to pass the underwear into my hands.

His eyes were full of understanding as if he wanted to say:

“Brother, I could only help you up to here.”

Who’s your brother? I don’t need a dog to sympathize with me!

Should I accept this pair of underwear? Even though it’s only a piece of cloth that’s been on my sister’s body, it’s worth twenty thousand dollars! I can’t lose this chance!

But it’s stained with dog saliva. Even if it’s an ‘original’ pair of underwear, there’s more dog than Ai Mi. As an honest businessman, I kind of feel guilty giving underwear that’s been in a dog’s mouth to Director Cao.

But it’s fine if I wash it. It’s not like Director Cao said he had to have a pair of ‘original’ underwear. If it was a fresh original one, he said he would pay thirty thousand dollars!

Right when I was about to take it, 004 and 005 came over. 004 took the panties from Obama’s mouth, and 005 scolded him:

“Again? Can you not give out Miss Ai Mi’er’s panties to everyone?”