Strongest Guard

After Lee Nanfang lightly steered the car past a large cargo, Yue Zitong spoke up.    

"Yeah, I just don't have a driver's license."    

Lee Nanfang looked at Director Yue from the corner of his eyes and said proudly, "It's just a broken car. It's no big deal."    

When he was talking, he was prepared to warn her harshly that if he still wanted to see the sun tomorrow, he'd better not make a scene while he was driving, or they'd all be finished together.    

Unexpectedly, Yue Zitong just took a deep breath, closed her eyes and stopped talking.    

This surprised Lee Nanfang and he couldn't help but ask, "You're not angry?"    

"If it's something that isn't something important, then I will be furious. Sooner or later, I will die from your anger."    

Yue Zitong said lightly, "And if I'm really angry, you'll warn me not to act so rashly. Otherwise, we'll be finished together."    

"Aunt Yue, you really are the worm in my stomach. Meat twists and turns --"    

Lee Nanfang quickly shut his mouth when he saw the veins on the back of Yue Zitong's left hand breaking.    

Lili didn't say anything on the way home. She closed her eyes slightly as if she was asleep. When the car stopped in the yard, she opened the door and jumped out.    

Lee Nanfang immediately reminded her: "Be careful, your feet are hurting."    

Yue Zitongli ignored him and walked into the living room with a slight limp. She didn't sit on the sofa as usual and instead went straight up the stairs.    

"Come down to eat later, I'll stew the little chicken."    

Lee Nanfang shouted at her back.    

"Not tonight. Not hungry."    

Yue Zitong closed the bedroom door without looking back.    

Lee Nanfang stood at the door of the kitchen and stared blankly at the door for a moment. He lost interest and put his stuff in the fridge before going back to his room. He lay on the bed and stared out the window.    

For some reason, when Yue Zitong saw that he was playing with her, she didn't show any abnormal reaction, making Lee Nanfang feel as if he dropped something.    

This made him start to suspect that he was no longer under control after he activated his despicable factor. Otherwise, he wouldn't have such an empty feeling of loss just because Yue Zitong didn't get angry. He wouldn't even have the mood to eat, even though his stomach was still growling nonstop.    

"Is it possible that I was born to be a slut?"    

After tossing and turning for a long time, Lee Nanfang still felt uncomfortable no matter how he lied down. Thus, he walked out of the room into the living room's yard and hid in the darkness like a ghost, lighting a cigarette.    

After finishing the cigarette, Lee Nanfang's mood improved a lot. He decided to cook something. If Ye Xiaodao knew that he lost his appetite after cheating on a woman, he would definitely laugh out loud.    

As a top assassin, maintaining a relaxed mind was the most important thing.    

No wonder some people said that a top killer couldn't have love. Love could distract people, cause them to lose their minds, and make them be like a mother at the right time, causing them to harm themselves.    

Lee Nanfang firmly believed that he did not fall in love with Yue Zitong. Firstly, it was because the time was too short, and secondly, he did not like cold, yet domineering women.    

He liked Min Rou to be gentle and sweet, with a certain sense of humor.    

But there was no doubt that he had never felt that way before. He had fooled around with so many women before, and whenever he didn't pull up his pants, he would forget what a woman looked like. Why was it that Yue Zitong couldn't sleep just because she ignored him?    

Lee Nanfang didn't know that while he was hiding in the dark and smoking to consider these questions, Yue Zitong was holding her stomach and laughing so hard that she wanted to roll around. She couldn't even laugh out loud for fear of being seen through by someone else.    

Men are cheap bones.    

The more you care about him, the more he will kick his nose and not cherish your feelings.    

If you were always cold to him, even if you accidentally hurt him, he would still be nervous and start trying to please you in a different way — Yue Zitong's sister, who was far away from home, told her this.    

In the past, she thought that she didn't need to pretend to be cold and indifferent in the face of a man, so she didn't put her heart at ease.    

Only now did she realize that Lee Nanfang was right. After deceiving her, he had clearly prepared her to throw a tantrum. Just as she was preparing to teach this brat a lesson, she suddenly thought of what she had said and forced herself to pretend to be cold. The effect was absolutely amazing, and it was even better than breaking his head with something.    

Why isn't Lee Nanfang in the mood to eat? Why after lying in the room for half a day, he went outside to smoke?    

Wasn't it because of her indifference that made him at a loss? He began to consider how to please her?    

After hearing the sound of the living room door, Yue Zitong looked down from the gap in the door and saw Lee Nanfang walking into the kitchen. Soon, the sound of pots and pans rang out.    

"Ai, kid, if you don't wake me up after cooking, I'll have a meal with your surname!"    

Yue Zitong sighed happily and limped to the dressing table to check her injuries.    

On the shoulder, those wounds on the back were nothing to worry about. As long as there were no injuries, the bruises would disappear two days later. The main reason was because of the right ankle that was hit by Brother Guang and it still hurt a lot.    

However, this was nothing. As a secret service agent, he would often knock on the door during training. Yue Zitong had a first-aid kit in her bedroom with anti-inflammatory medicine and rubbing it after taking a shower.    

On the other hand, that kid had a rod on his forehead, and he looked extremely frightening. Should he bandage him?    

As soon as this thought arose, it was immediately rejected by Yue Zitong: One must not show any concern for him, or else he would kick his nose.    

Director Yue, who was in a good mood despite his sore body, took a shower and carefully rubbed his injured body with medicinal liquor. He immediately felt relaxed, half lying on the brick bed and picked up a magazine, waiting for Lee Nanfang to call her to dinner.    

A fragrance came from the crack of the door, like an invisible hand was trying its best to tease the gluttony in Director Yue's stomach, and it let out a gurgling sound.    

This afternoon, Director Yue was so angry that he didn't even eat because of Diaper Chivalrous's public announcement by the class. In the evening, he fought one against ten with all the hooligans and consumed a lot of energy. He was really hungry at the moment.    

How can I refuse when he calls me to dinner, so that he won't be embarrassed into anger?    

Quiet?    

No, that would make him think I was rested, and he wouldn't call me again if he didn't dare knock on my door.    

You still say I'm not hungry?    

No, what if he thinks I'm really not hungry?    

As a matter of fact, Director Yue, who was worrying about how to reject Lee Nanfang, was overthinking.    

Because Lee Nanfang didn't even call her to come down to eat, Director Yue was a bit puzzled, especially after hearing the sound of bones being chewed on, he couldn't help but quietly go behind the door and look outside. Lee Nanfang was sitting on the living room sofa with a small basin on the table in front of him.    

He didn't call me, but he started to eat alone?    

Seeing this scene, Director Yue could not believe his eyes. His teeth chattered uncontrollably: Why did you not call for me when you were eating by yourself, scum!    

Just as he was about to open the door, Yue Zitong rushed out and snapped at him for doing so. Luckily, she managed to restrain herself in time: Am I not pretending to be cold? Why should I pretend to be cold? I'm actually very hungry.    

Forget it, it's just not eating a meal. It's not like it's a big deal. Treat me like I'm not going to eat!    

He cursed in his heart. After swallowing her saliva with great difficulty, he slowly walked back to his bed and lay down. He kept telling himself: "I'm not hungry, I'm not hungry. Hurry up and go to sleep. The sky will brighten very soon." Well, tomorrow morning, no matter how courteous he is, no matter how delicious the food he makes is, this aunt will not eat it — but I am really very hungry.    

Especially the fragrance of the chickens, it was constantly coming from the gap of the door. Director Yue's index finger kept moving and it annoyed her so much that she covered her face with the pillow and scolded, "Eat, eat, kill you!"    

Director Yue didn't know whether Lee Nanfang had been pushed to death or not.    

She only knew that after lying down for an hour and a half, not only was she not sleepy at all, she was actually even hungrier. She couldn't help but turn around and sit up, thinking, "What am I doing? I'm the owner of this house!"    

Director Yue raised his feet decisively and didn't care about the pain in his feet anymore. He walked quickly to the door and opened it. Only then did he realize that the lights in the living room had turned off.    

Under the moonlight, he could see that Lee Nanfang was no longer there. However, the bowl with the little chicken was still on the table. It should be cold by now, but it still seemed to be emitting an alluring fragrance.    

Yue Zitong secretly rejoiced in her heart as she snuck out of the house like a thief. Tiptoeing like a cat, she tiptoed down the stairs.    

She had completely forgotten that this was her home. When she was hungry, she should eat. She didn't need to be so sneaky like a thief. She just stared at the door nervously and walked over to the sofa.    

There was a pair of chopsticks on the bowl. Director Yue obviously didn't want to use the chopsticks he used before. He directly picked up a chicken leg and started eating with his head lowered.    

The chicken soup was still mild and just right for now. It was neither cold nor hot.    

This brat really didn't boast. The stewed chicken tasted really good.    

People who were already starving would always feel that it was delicious when eating anything, not to mention the small chicken that Lee Nanfang meticulously stewed. Director Yue almost swallowed his own tongue after taking a bite.    

"Who, who's outside!?"    

Just when Director Yue finished the chicken leg in two to three bites and just as he reached into the bowl to scoop up half of the chicken, the guest room staff suddenly opened up. Lee Nanfang came out and shouted.    

"Ah!    

Director Yue, who was caught completely off guard, screamed out in fear. His hands trembled and half of the chicken fell into the bowl. Chicken soup splattered everywhere and splashed across her face.    

With a click, the lights in the living room lit up.