Tankhul篇：小马高

Tankhul在Marry如狼似虎的“恐怖”眼神中度过了前半个晚上。

Tankhul向来喜欢熬一整晚，让他“倒霉”的保镖跟着他看一遍又一遍的电视剧，但是今晚只能被迫停止，不是因为Marry的可怕的眼神，而是因为Kinn被揍得很惨。

相反，Tankhul很喜欢Marry“虐”他。

Tankhun我的好弟弟哦，可怜死喽！怎么回事啊？

Tankhul询问站在Kinn身后的Ken，他是今晚一起执行任务的保镖。

KenPorsche喝醉了……

Tankhun好了，你不要再说了。

Tankhul转头，发现Kinn已经不见了，只看到拐角处一闪而过的Porsche的腿。

TankhunKinn没受伤就好，困死了，我要去看电视了。

Tankhul裹紧自己，一路小跑回了自己的房间，Marry还没整个人走下楼，看到Tankhul回去了，自己也回去了。

不久之后，便到了一个月一次的本家和分家的大型会议，双方的大人物都要到场，本家这边，前不久Kron先生把本家戒指给了Kinn，但是他作为老家主和分家家主Kan先生的大哥，他必须要出面，分家这边，Kan先生的长子Vegas早已成年，近几年一直跟随父亲学习处理家族事物。

至于其他的几个兄弟，本家大少爷Tankhul一向讨厌分家的两个堂弟，这种聚到一起的日子他烦得要死，再者，他本身就不爱出门，这天只会在自己的房间里，让自己的保镖陪着自己看电视。本家三少爷Kim常年不在家，他的保镖整天没什么事，除了训练就是训练，Kron先生实在看不下去自己的小儿子整天在外面不回家，也没有个人照顾，就和陌生人一样，加上Porsche成为了Kinn的首席保镖，Kinn原本的首席保镖Big受伤了，便被派去照顾Kim了。分家的Macao，他可以不来本家，但是这天是他唯一有正规理由进入本家的，听说上周Marry回来了，他今早特意把自己打扮成自认为最帅的模样，换上了Marry夸过他的最近运动装，甚至偷了Vegas半瓶发胶，如果不是Vegas发现的早，他的头发能被发胶黏成铁头。

最后是Marry，她和本家的三个哥哥，还有分家的堂哥和堂弟关系都不错，尽管她明白本家和分家有些一层隔阂，但是她自认为自己作为一个“外人”，应该处理好自己在两者之间的关系。

Marry好不容易从Tankhul的房间逃出来，她第一时间赶往水池。

因为Macao见不到她，肯定去祸害Tankhul的宝贝鱼。

Marry感觉Tankhul和Macao之间的仇恨远超过Kinn和Vegas的。

MarryMacao？

MacaoMarry？

Marry轻轻的拍了一下Macao的头，摸了一手的发胶。

Marry这啥呀？

Macao别乱碰，我好不容易整理的发型，怎么样，帅不帅？

Marry一脸嫌弃，这几个小伙子除了Tankhul怎么都抹发胶啊？还都是很重的那种。

Tankhul的顺毛摸起来多舒服。

但是出于礼貌，Marry又想起来Macao这孩子是有抑郁症的，便点了点头。

Macao不喜欢吗？下次我不这样了。

Macao低着头，声音中带有哭腔，Marry赶紧捏捏他的肩膀。

没想到，Macao一下子扑进了Marry的怀里，突然哭出了声音。

Marry紧张的不得了，自己成年后第一次和男生贴的这么近，好难受啊，烦死了，Tankhul都还没抱过呢，被这个小毛孩子抢走了，还好是堂弟，不然肯定揍死他。

Marry好了，不哭了，姐没有生气。

Macao你不是姐，你不是，我不想你做我的姐…

Macao尽管没有了哭声，但是抱得更紧了。

Marry被累的有些喘不上气来，她推着Macao的胳膊，却推不开。

正在巡逻的Porsche远远的看到这一幕，还以为自己的唯一的女同事被骚扰了，Porsche现在还不知道Marry的身份。

Porsche跑过来，将Macao从Marry怀里拽出来，然后冲着他的脸打了结实的一拳头，Macao没反应过来就被揍了，他没站稳，一下子落入水池，头磕到了喷泉的石头上。

Marry看着Macao满头的血，不禁倒吸一口冷气，她心疼Macao，更心疼Porsche。

…………………………………

Okay, now you can call me completely paranoid, but what if he runs with my phone? But judging from his hunched figure and ragged breathing, I wonder if he could even get away from me.

"Such a nuisance."

I murmured before I hand my phone to him.He pressed some numbers and there came an answer on the other end of the line. He really did call his father.I heard it, he asks for someone to pick him up at our location.

I gently watch him as he makes the call, there's a strong urge inside me to take him to the nearest hospital. I can't leave him breathing like a dying cow like this. The gushing blood from his head seems nonstop.

What if I told him that I'd take him to the hospital but I'll add another thirty thousand, will he agree?.

"Thank you again even if you're a money-greedy one."

I pretend not to care for what hesaid. A person must do what he needs to do to survive.

"We are in the same school, what's your name?"

"How do you know?"

"Your shirt."

I realized I was wearing my school uniform atop my working clothes, which are now bloody red.

"What's your name?"

He breaths so hard making him hard to speak, I want to tell him to stop speaking and reserve his strength until his escort came.

"Why? You're waiting for them tobeat me?" I raised my eyebrows.

"No, can you just tell me your name?" He kept asking.

"Why? So that you could write it on the wall and glorify me?"

"If you don't want to, I'll get the watch back, you can come with me tomy house and pick up the cash."

"Jom, my name is Jom."

He gazed at me for quite a while before turning back and walk a little wobbly away from me. I wonder who is he and what is he doing with those gangsters, I just shrug my shoulders.

t's not my business anymore.

I put on my helmet and start to drive home.