Strongest Guard

Thinking that Chen Dalee caused this trouble, Lee Nanfang felt depressed.    

"Who is the one who said that things are not good enough and things are bad?"    

The door opened and Loong Chengcheng, who was carrying a small thermal container, walked in.    

"One of my subordinates." In the few days I was away, I did something stupid. "    

Lee Nanfang naturally wouldn't tell her the truth, so he found an excuse and said perfunctorily.    

"You've lost contact for so many days, it's normal for them to make mistakes."    

Loong Chengcheng didn't mind. She put the thermal container on the bedside table and helped him roll the bed up to forty-five degrees. She also helped him put a pillow on the bed and opened the bucket.    

The thick millet congee was the most suitable for Lee Nanfang to eat now. Furthermore, he had to drink it spoonful by spoonful in order to not hurt his stomach.    

The extremely rational, extremely insidious and dangerous Director Loong turned into a good wife and mother again. He stood in front of the bed with a small bowl in his left hand and a spoon in his right hand. He bent down and bent down while blowing on the porridge with his small mouth and passed it to Lee Nanfang, "Come, open your mouth."    

Lee Nanfang wasn't used to it--okay, he was used to it and also enjoyed the feeling of being served by Director Loong, but he felt embarrassed and said, "About that, I can do it myself."    

Loong Chengcheng frowned slightly and reprimanded him, "You're showing off, aren't you?"    

Lee Nanfang didn't know what to say, so he could only obediently open his mouth and let her feed him.    

The two of them didn't say anything. Loong Chengcheng was blowing on each spoonful of porridge carefully. Lee Nanfang drank every mouthful obediently. He glanced around her collar, then quickly moved away. His left hand was also ready to move.    

Some people were born abnormal.    

If it was anyone else, they would need at least half a day to recover from the meal after four days of unconsciousness. However, Director Li only needed to drink a dozen spoonfuls of rice porridge before he started to act recklessly.    

However, Loong Chengcheng didn't refuse. In order to make it easier for him to make a move, she even sat down in front of him.    

It could be seen that she also enjoyed this sort of wordless flirtation.    

This was something she had never enjoyed in all her years of marriage.    

The bookworm Yue Qingke, never understood this kind of rogue - the fact proved, a man that can't play rogue, is not a good man.    

Unknowingly, Director Li had used his every move to secretly and thoroughly conquer this sinister woman.    

Finally, when Lee Nanfang's right hand was reached through the hem of his shirt, Loong Chengcheng gently bit her lips, picked up the small bowl and took a sip. Then, she hugged his neck and kissed him slowly.    

Rice porridge with a woman's fragrance should taste better, shouldn't it?    

Lee Nanfang started to feel like there was a reaction.    

Usually, when a male patient is able to work normally, it means that his body is fine. However, Loong Chengcheng shook her head, reached out her hand, bit his earlobe and said softly, "No, your body is still very weak right now. Yes, tomorrow. "Be good and be good. I'm yours and yours alone."    

Alright, men sometimes like to be obedient in front of women — Lee Nanfang might feel disgusted by what he thought, but that was what he truly felt.    

After drinking half a bucket of rice porridge, Lee Nanfang's pale face started to turn red and his eyes lit up.    

"I'm leaving. There's still an important meeting to be held in the afternoon."    

Loong Chengcheng pushed him away and stood up. She tidied up her clothes and said, "Oh, right. How is your thoughts on buying Lin City s?"    

Lee Nanfang Te disliked being in such a romantic mood, and he still wanted to talk about work.    

However, Loong Chengcheng was such a person. A moment ago, her cheeks and eyes were filled with peach blossoms and water. Now that she had entered the working mode, she slightly raised her chin to look down on others, making people feel uncomfortable.    

Influenced by her, the romantic flame in Lee Nanfang's heart slowly extinguished. He raised his hand and yawned, then lazily said: "Of course I want to buy it. I was foolish enough to reject such a good thing. "    

"Alright, then you can prepare a detailed purchase plan later. I'll go through it a few times so that I can get a loan from the bank."    

Loong Chengcheng put on a white windbreaker and put on her glasses. She walked into the bathroom and started combing her messy hair.    

"Alright, in three days, I will pass the proposal to you."    

"Then I'll be going. I'll see you in the evening."    

Loong Chengcheng came out of the washroom. "I'll be here with you tonight."    

"No need. At most, I will be discharged in the evening. It's not a big deal."    

Lee Nanfang shook his head and asked with a smile: "Tonight, to your house, or to the hotel?"    

"You wish, let's go."    

Loong Chengcheng laughed contemptuously, turned around, waved her hand, opened the door and walked away.    

"No wonder my uncle doesn't have much interest in you." If it was me, I wouldn't want to spend my life with a woman who can't be dragged around by the grass. "    

After listening to Loong Chengcheng's footsteps disappear into the corridor, Lee Nanfang lifted the blanket and slowly lifted the floor from the bed.    

He was still sore and weak, but it was much better than when he woke up.    

Sitting on the chair in front of the window and looking at the sun that was hanging in the sky outside, Lee Nanfang's eyes slowly became lost. He tried to recall when he fainted and dreamt of what really happened.    

Right now, he was certain that the Black Dragon that was hidden within his body was the monarch that he had dreamt of twice. As for him, was he a paper man that had absorbed six women's souls?    

I'm a paper man?    

Or was it the Bane in the darkness of reincarnation?    

Thinking about what the emperor had said when he was unconscious, the corners of Lee Nanfang's eyes twitched.    

That monarch was the famous tyrant in history, Emperor Yang, Yang Guang.    

Other than Yang Guang, no one else had the qualifications to have Ma Tie Staff, Zhang Xuda, and the other civil officials defend him from the first to the eighth floor of the Deities Templar. Even the renowned Second Emperor Li was not qualified.    

But how could I look exactly the same as Empress Xiao?    

Was that woman really Empress Xiao?    

Who is that woman who suddenly shot out from my chest?    

Why does she keep saying, I'm her son?    

So what if she was? How could she subdue an emperor?    

Where did she come from?    

Thinking of this, Lee Nanfang suddenly realized something and quickly undid his hospital gown.    

He had a Xuanyuan Dang hanging around his neck, which was given to him by his mother-in-law. It was said that it was a keepsake passed down from the thirty-seven generations of Yang Family, and had a very big background.    

The one carved on the Xuanyuan Dang was a woman.    

After obtaining the Xuanyuan Dang, Lee Nanfang had played with it more than once. Now, even with his eyes closed, he could only imagine the woman's appearance. She was a Yang carvings of a beauty with a slim body, long hair, and a long skirt.    

The carved beauty's face was blurred, and it was likely because the jade pendant was ancient and worn. This was also normal.    

Every time he played with the Xuanyuan Dang, Lee Nanfang would always imagine how beautiful the woman on top was.    

Now he saw it.    

The woman was very beautiful, causing the redness on his face to dissipate once more.    

It was not that there was no beauty in sight, but it was far from Lee Nanfang's current feeling — he could actually see the face of a beauty on top of a Xuanyuan Dang.    

What made his heart pound even more was that the beauty that was carved in the sun had now turned into a carving of yin. The beauty's face was that of Empress Xiao, who he had seen on the ninth floor of the shrine.    

It was the woman in white who had rushed out to stop the emperor at his most dangerous moment!    

It was the woman that Lee Nanfang saw in his two dreams.    

It was the tearful beauty he had seen in the sarcophagus in the cave beneath the eight hundred horse trough!    

The crazy woman in the dream, the woman lying inside the coffin in the cave beneath the manger, Empress Xiao, the woman who shot out when she was unconscious — these four people were actually one person, on the Xuanyuan Dang he was wearing!    

Xuanyuan Dang, when did he become a Yin Inscription?    

When did the female face on the Xuanyuan Dang become so clear?    

It was clearly an embodiment of Yin. Why did her eyes seem to be moving as she stared at Lee Nanfang affectionately, as if she wanted to say something but was unable to?    

"You … Who the hell are you?"    

Lee Nanfang looked at the Xuanyuan Dang and asked with a trembling voice.    

Of course no one answered him.    

He suddenly stood up, picked up the Xuanyuan Dang, opened the window, and threw it out!    

He was terrified.    

This series of strange events made him want to go crazy. He didn't want to involve himself with it anymore, so he decided to just throw it away and drag it down.    

The moment the Xuanyuan Dang flew out of the window, Lee Nanfang felt a sense of ease that he had never felt before. The Black Dragon that was about to turn around also roared hoarsely, shaking its head in excitement and wagging its tail. It plunged head first into the Dantian's Qi Sea, as if it had been released from its terrifying imprisonment.    

Lee Nanfang didn't care.    

He would rather have his head chopped off by the Black Dragon's Monarch than wear the Xuanyuan Dang again!    

Lee Nanfang saw the Xuanyuan Dang fall down the twenty-odd floors in a beautiful arc under the sunlight. It was as if he saw a woman's face clearly in midair.    

It's that woman again!    

The woman who called him her son!    

She was clearly beautiful, but she was somewhat similar to him. Yet, she could transform into a new face!    

The woman did not show any signs of grief just because he threw her out the window.    

She looked at Lee Nanfang with eyes that were as soft as spring wind. Her lips even opened and closed, as if she was saying, "Son, son …"    

"Scram, I'm not your son. I'm just a abandoned baby, a monster!"    

Lee Nanfang screamed like a lunatic. He staggered back and fell onto a chair. He closed his eyes tiredly.    

He did not notice that the Xuanyuan Dang that he had thrown down was hanging on a plane tree downstairs. It swayed left and right with the gentle breeze, and when the sunlight shone on it, it reflected a gorgeous luster.    

"Eh, what's hanging on the tree?"    

Chen Xiao, who was walking over with her friend Lee Jing on her arm, felt a light prick at the corner of her eyes. She raised her head and looked at the tree.    

Lee Jing's face was pale, and the corners of her mouth were trembling from time to time.    

She wasn't sick, she just came to the central hospital for an abortion. Chen Xiao was her best friend, so of course she would accompany her.    

When she found something on the tree, Chen Xiao was still complaining about Lee Jing. It shouldn't be this way. Sleeping with a boy wasn't a big deal, but it was best if you took effective contraception measures.    

Now, when you are shot and miscarried, won't you suffer?