Strongest Guard

He couldn't make a move, but it was hard not to. This kind of feeling made Yue Zitong want to go crazy.    

"Not what I want, but what you want. "I already told you, mother, that you are used to acting like a bear."    

Lee Nanfang cursed at Aunt Yue in disdain before turning around and ignoring her. Then, he started to look around the bedroom.    

Although Yue Zitong didn't have much of a womanly feeling, and the interior of the living room was mainly made of cold colors, the bedroom had at least a bit of a girlish atmosphere, a dreamy pink that helped her to have beautiful dreams. It also inadvertently reminded men of a peach romance.    

There was a huge bed, and it was fine to roll on it's side. There was a white bed sheet, a light blue blanket and two pillows. On the wooden bedside table, there was a photo frame inlaid with Yue Zitong and Lee Nanfang.    

Lee Nanfang was very surprised. In his memory, he had never taken a photo with Yue Zitong before, not to mention hugging her with one arm and laughing so happily.    

He looked at Yue Zitong again. The corners of her eyes were filled with the meekness of a good wife and mother. She slightly closed her eyes and laid in his embrace. No matter how he looked at it, it was like she was leaning against a mountain.    

This was PS, without a doubt.    

If Yue Zitong wanted to secretly take photos of Lee Nanfang with her phone, modify his facial expressions on the computer, and then put them together, it would be a piece of cake for her to use it on her mother-in-law.    

However, if he looked more carefully, Lee Nanfang would immediately realize that something was wrong.    

It was true that this photo was of PS. Lee Nanfang's facial expression was also beautiful, but Yue Zitong's actions, expression and the man's body that gently hugged her were also true.    

Simply put, there was a man who had held Yue Zitong like this and taken a photo with her. She had kept the photo with her all along, making it into a picture frame and placing it on the cabinet. When she opened her eyes in the morning, she could see that she was reminiscing about her blissful past — when her mother-in-law came, she had replaced Lee Nanfang's head with the man in the photo.    

"How is it? Is this picture that I made okay? "Let's see if you can see any flaws."    

Yue Zitong walked over and asked with a casual tone.    

"I can't tell. It's true. It can't be more real."    

Lee Nanfang smiled faintly. He put down the photo frame and walked to the wardrobe. He whistled and opened one of them. After seeing it was full of women's clothes, he closed it and opened the other one.    

In his opinion, in order to fool his mother-in-law, Yue Zitong had to prepare him a wardrobe full of men's clothes. He could wear whatever he wanted, and she did not lack money.    

But he was wrong. In the two closets, there was not a single man's clothes.    

However, this was nothing. Since she was able to put the photos of her and other men on the cabinet, it was normal that she didn't prepare clothes for him.    

But what about his clothes?    

Just when Lee Nanfang was wondering where all his clothes were, Yue Zitong whispered something to him. He didn't hear her clearly, so he opened the door and walked into the bathroom, preparing to take a shower and go to bed.    

The canvas bag containing his clothes and sheets was casually tossed in the corner behind the bathroom door. It looked very unsightly, like trash.    

He looked at it silently for a while, then squatted down and took out a wallet from his bag. There were money inside, as well as a photo.    

He also had photographs, and no matter where he went, he would take them out at night and look at them for a long time before going to bed.    

When Lee Nanfang was 14 years old and was about to be thrown overseas by the old man, his wife was weeping quietly while carrying a picture of him. Whenever he saw this picture, his heart would ache, but most of the time, he was happy.    

He didn't have a mother or a father, but he wasn't an orphan. He had a doting matriarch, an old man who looked vicious on the surface, but was determined to protect him in the face of danger.    

That's enough. As long as these two are here, why would Lee Nanfang care about how others treat him?    

It was even more unnecessary to feel unexplainable irritation in her heart when she saw Yue Zitong taking photos with other men.    

She had a man she liked, as normal as the few times he had rolled out with Chiang Morann tonight.    

The reason why they were together was because they couldn't disobey the wishes of their elders. It was just acting, and there was really no need for them to be emotional. No matter how good she was to him, it was only natural because he was protecting her.    

He lowered his head and gave the photo a light kiss, then carefully smoothed out the corner and put it into his wallet. Without even looking at Yue Zitong who was standing at the door, he said lightly, "When you look at this photo again, be careful not to wrinkle it, or I'll cut off your hand."    

Lee Nanfang's voice was not loud, nor did it sound sharp. However, Yue Zitong suddenly quivered, and fear rose in her heart. She subconsciously took a few steps back and slammed the door shut.    

How dare he threaten me?    

How dare he threaten me!    

I just looked at his picture and accidentally creased a corner, and he dared to threaten to cut off my hand!    

Yue Zitong bit her lips and glared fiercely at the door. She was incredibly shocked, she was scared just now, how could she be afraid of a scumbag? She only needed a few punches and a few kicks to beat him to the ground, screaming for my mother.    

Yue Zitong was embarrassed and annoyed that she had been scared into retreating a few steps, but her unruly temper came back. She kicked the door open, but grabbed the handle in time when the door slammed into the wall.    

His mother was in the west bedroom. Although the soundproofing in the room was very effective, he could still hear the ruckus in the middle of the night.    

"What, you want to come in and wash together?"    

When Lee Nanfang looked back at her, it was the same mischievous smile that Yue Zitong was familiar with. He stretched out his hand, twisted the flower bush and started to take off his clothes while whistling.    

Yue Zitong suddenly lost her temper. She bent down, picked up the canvas bag, and closed the door.    

"Damn, you actually left me some underwear or something to change into!"    

As Lee Nanfang cursed, the door was opened halfway. A white robe flew in and was caught by his hands, embroidered with small flowers. It was obviously a woman's dress, and it also emitted a nice fragrance, like soap and more like the scent of Yue Zitong's body.    

A man wearing a woman's nightgown looked a little embarrassed, but that was nothing. It was still better than changing into clothes that stank of sweat or getting naked, right?    

Aunt Yue was tall, with a height of 1.73m. Lee Nanfang looked alright in her robe, but the empty breeze between his legs made him feel guilty.    

Fortunately, they were already husband and wife. A few days ago, she had seen Xiao Lee's ugly look with her own eyes, so she wouldn't lose much even if they were to leave.    

There was a blanket on the carpet on the bed outside. Lee Nanfang's pillow, a green army blanket and a pair of boxers were placed on top of the blanket. There was no canvas bag, it must have been placed inside the cabinet.    

Yue Zitong was sitting on the headboard with her knees bent and a blanket over her body. Her laptop was on her lap and she was scratching at something on it.    

Sitting down with his back facing the bed, Lee Nanfang picked up the boxers and put them on under the cover of his pajamas. After that, he became a lot braver and stretched his arms as he laid on the bed. He sighed happily and closed his eyes.    

Yue Zitong spoke up. "Do you really know how to cut off my hand?"    

"It's fake, I just wanted to scare you."    

"I can see that you weren't just threatening me when you said that."    

"I might, but only if I can beat you."    

"Hmph, you just need to know this. "In the future, if you dare to speak to me in that tone again, even if you were to risk being scolded by mother, I will still kill you."    

"Remember, I won't dare in the future."    

"However, if I really have to look at that photo again, I will cherish it."    

"This kid is worth teaching."    

Lee Nanfang seemed to be in a dream as he said, "Remember what you said before — you fell asleep and had a good dream, Ann."    

"Yes."    

Yue Zitong put down her notebook and turned off the lamp with a raise of her hand. The room immediately turned dark, but moonlight poured in from the outside as if it was covered with a layer of mercury. It was very bright and clear.    

"Lee Nanfang."    

Just when Lee Nanfang seemed to be really asleep, Yue Zitong spoke up.    

He did not utter a word. He was really tired since he wanted to sleep.    

Yue Zitong was silent for a long time, then she said softly, "The man in this picture is Holan Fusu. He was at the Spring Festival Gala last year. I starred in a play with him and was photographed by a colleague. I thought it was good. "It was nice, so I stayed."    

Lee Nanfang still didn't say anything, but he heard a light snoring sound.    

Yue Zitong sat up slowly, climbed onto the bed and asked softly, "Lee Nanfang, are you asleep yet? Did you hear me speak and explain it to you? "    

Lee Nanfang did not say anything.    

Yue Zitong knew that he was pretending to be asleep. Even if he didn't want to become husband and wife with her, he definitely wouldn't mind her putting the photo with Holan Fusu on the bedside table.    

He sat up again and lightly lowered his right foot. The tip of his foot brushed against Lee Nanfang's face: "Stop pretending to be asleep, go back to sleep after you're done."    

"Take away your Stinky Foot, I have the hobby of grinding my teeth at night."    

At last, Lee Nanfang said something. Yue Zitong didn't want to listen. She turned even more serious. Her toes moved along his chin and reached into the collar of his robe. "Sit up. Listen to what I have to say first."    

Before she could finish her sentence, her ankle was caught by Lee Nanfang. She took the opportunity to pull forward and fell to the ground in shock.    

Although the bed was not high, it still hurt to fall down. Yue Zitong was furious and smashed the bed down.    

"Ah, oh!"    

Lee Nanfang's shout suddenly became unbridled. He hugged her arm and whispered: "There's someone outside!"    

There was someone outside?    

Who dares to secretly come to my house, do you still want to see tomorrow's sun?    

This was Yue Zitong's first reaction, but she soon realized that her mother was here tonight.    

Lee Nanfang had guessed it right. Being tired from such a long journey and not having a good rest, he came to his daughter's door to listen to some noises. Wasn't he shy?    

"Hurry up and scream! It's done this time, there's no need to trouble yourself in the future."    

Lee Nanfang stretched out his hand and twisted her leg, causing her to scream out in pain, "Ahhh!    

Alright, since I have to scream, I can't yell it myself, right?    

You have to scream too!    

Without any hesitation, Aunt Yue's hands flew around, pinching Lee Nanfang's body.    

Women were born with excellent pinching techniques, Lee Nanfang was unable to resist them and could only pinch a spot on her leg to the left and then to the right.    

"Ah!" Lower your strength, it's so painful that it's killing me!    

Yue Zitong begged Lee Nanfang to be more careful, but her attacks were even more ruthless. Afraid of losing out, Yue Zitong simply laid on his chest and bit down on it.    

Lee Nanfang screamed like a pig being butchered.    

"The children these days are truly bold and crazy. They don't know how to control themselves."    

His mother-in-law, whose ears were pressed on the door, smiled and shook her head before tiptoeing away.