Strongest Guard

She really wanted to tell Lee Nanfang that when Min Rou called her, she clearly said that I was the only one who was a fool in that letter.    

However, Xue Xinghan later analyzed that Yue Zitong couldn't have only one man on the internet. Otherwise, she wouldn't have fallen to such a state in just a few short days.    

It should be that Lee Nanfang had already made friends with other men long before she had become his friend. Only a woman who was willing to be depraved would be easily tricked by an unfamiliar man to such an extent.    

On Yue Zitong's WeChat, there was only Lee Nanfang. That was because his vulgarity, rudeness, and directness were the most suitable for her. Otherwise, she wouldn't have left that contact method with a stranger and hoped to have that kind of relationship with him in reality.    

Xue Xinghan's reaction was the same as Lee Nanfang's. He was investigating secretly, and if he found out that one killed one, two killed one pair, and ten, then they would kill each other until a river of blood flowed!    

Only a bloody massacre could wash away the stain of Yue Zitong's self-indulgence after she had fallen into depravity.    

When he thought about how such a cute little sister had fallen to such a state, Lee Nanfang felt disgusted, and furthermore, he started to make eye contact with that kid Helan Family. His wife's heart ached, and after staring blankly for a while, her eyes started to turn red.    

Lee Nanfang panicked and hastily held his wife's hand. He lowered his head and covered his face as he repeatedly said, "Mistress, I … I just casually said that." Actually, I know Zitong isn't that kind of person. She had been messing around on the internet only because she was dissatisfied with reality and wanted to find someone to entrust her to. It's normal that she likes Holan Fusu. That guy is much more handsome than me. If I were a woman, I would choose to date him. "    

Mistress lifted one and patted Lee Nanfang's back. After a long silence, she said in a low voice, "Male, if you feel wronged, marry that Min Rou. She's also a good child."    

"I don't feel wronged, I don't feel wronged. I don't feel wronged!"    

Lee Nanfang raised his head and shook it: "I came back this time because I couldn't bear it. I was a bit jealous. Yes, he was jealous, that's why he had such a short temper. I'll stay for a few days, then I'll go back. "    

His wife laughed. Even though Lee Nanfang was trying to coax her, she still laughed: "You are much more handsome than that brat Helan Family. You are the second most handsome man in the world."    

For the past ten years, Lee Nanfang, whom his wife had been worried about, was the second most handsome man in the world. Then, who was the most handsome man in the world?    

When Lee Nanfang saw the world's most handsome man, his first reaction was to make him more handsome and use his fists.    

He could only use his fist to viciously beat up that wretched face, turning it into a bun. Only then would he be able to match his handsome appearance.    

"Look at your eyes which are flashing with the luster of a wolf, don't tell me that you're especially envious of me for being so old and still firmly holding the position of the world's number one marshal, unable to shake you to the point of making you despair. You want to use violence to lower my face so that you can smoothly ascend to the position?"    

The old man picked up a gourd, opened it and took a sip of wine. He then used the back of his hand to wipe away the mucus on his nose.    

The meat was roasted red and shiny fat dripped onto the fire. The flames suddenly became much brighter, and with a sprinkle of salt, the aroma attracted the attention of the wild wolves on the distant mountain. They howled at the rising moon and began to brawl.    

However, these aboriginal wolves would not come here to die. Only those wolves that came from afar would recklessly try to eat the old man. In the end, their fur became cash for the old man to change into daily necessities.    

It had been a long time since he had roast wolf meat, and the mutton he got from the outside was so soft that there was not even the slightest bit of chewing.    

"Yes, old thing, you are getting smarter and smarter. But rest assured, on the face of mistress, I will not fight with you for the title of the Number One Marshal in the world. In any case, you are older than me by several years, so you will die before I do.    

Lee Nanfang shook his sore shoulders and sat in front of the bonfire: "At that time, I will ask Mistress to call me the Number One Marshal every day, preferably in front of your grave … I wonder if you will be reborn from anger?"    

Lee Nanfang, who did not do housework for a long time, helped his wife carry water, cut firewood, and fed the pigs with pigweed. He was busy all the way until it was dark before he was chased by her to find the number one marshal in the world, worried that he would be taken away by a wild wolf.    

Can you imagine that the story that his wife, who was curled up in his arms like a cat, loved to hear the most, was that of Xiaoqian?    

The old man had told his wife stories of Nie Xiaoqian more than twenty years, no less than ten thousand times. However, his wife had not heard enough of them.    

Marrying a woman like his wife, An family living in a remote place in the mountains, telling her a story, coaxing her from the bottom of her heart to praise him as the world's number one marshal — this was Lee Nanfang's greatest wish.    

It was also the main reason why he was so envious of the old man. Every time he saw him and heard him blow the air with a cracked jujube face, he always wanted to punch him.    

"Cut the crap. Come, drink a few mouthfuls with me."    

The old man threw the wine gourd over. Lee Nanfang caught it and twitched his mouth: "When I came to find you, my wife repeatedly told me not to drink with you." "Because after I drink, my face will always be bruised and swollen, making her heart ache."    

"I've raised you for so many years. Even if you raise a dog and let it drink with me, it will still be happy to accompany me."    

Hearing the old man's words, Lee Nanfang did not hesitate any longer. He opened the lid and gulped down a few mouthfuls of wine. His eyes lit up as he said, "Damn, this is Cao family's ten-year old wine from beyond the mountains?"    

"Of course."    

Old Cao proudly took down a chicken, tore it open and threw half a chicken over, "I exchanged it with a wolf whip. Old Cao, that old fart, seemed to have lost his granddaughter, saying that I have lost all my knowledge, how can I use a goat whip to pretend to be a wolf whip? "Kid, do you think that I can't tell if it's a wolf or a sheep?"    

"Damn, of course you can't tell!"    

Lee Nanfang cursed and raised the gourd again. He drank half a catty in one breath before putting it down. Then, he started to chew while holding half of the chicken.    

It had to be said that the old man's cooking skills were extremely bad. If it wasn't for Lee Nanfang who had been doing housework for the whole afternoon and was really hungry, he wouldn't have eaten.    

While they were talking, cursing and laughing, it did not take long for the two wild chickens to be finished and the gourd to be empty.    

Lee Nanfang raised the gourd and dripped the last drop of wine into his mouth. He asked in a faint voice, "Old man, why do I get drunk so quickly every time I drink your wine? "You old boy, it can't be that you've drugged my wine and plotted against me …"    

Before he could finish his sentence, the old man suddenly went berserk and kicked his head. Then, as if he had gone mad, he pounced on him and started kicking him. However, he did not hit his face.    

Furthermore, he was not going to show any mercy. Each of his kicks used his full strength and beat Lee Nanfang into a roll on the ground, wailing like ghosts and howling like wolves.    

However, he did not move at all. He picked up a burning stick and viciously whipped Li Yao's thigh as he hissed, "F * ck, I'm even rebelling against you, you bastard! Who do you think you are to treat my kindness like an ass!"    

"With your beastly look, which part of you is compatible with my sister-in-law? I gave you face, but you're really shameless! "    

"How dare you use such shameful methods to humiliate my sister-in-law! F * ck, wasn't she the one who tried to hook up with a few men on the internet? Do you really think I don't know how many women you have ruined all these years? I became a b * tch, and I even f * cking despised you! "    

"Such a good child, you are actually dissatisfied with him. "F * ck, you don't know what death is written?"    

"I'll let you make Zitong cry! I let you anger her so much that she doesn't retreat. I let you leave her alone because of your dog shit inferiority complex. But you ran over like a wild dog to please your mistress and maliciously slandered my poor Zitong! "    

Every time the old man said something, he hit the stick hard and it broke with a cracking sound. He was also tired to the point of gasping for breath, and he kicked Lee Nanfang, who was curled up on the ground with his head in his hands, and cursed as he sat in front of the bonfire to add firewood.    

It was a common occurrence for Lee Nanfang to drug the old man in wine and beat himself up again after the drug's effect had taken effect. He would come here almost every year and the reason was that the old man had suffered a lot of grievances with his mistress and needed someone to vent it on.    

Seeing that he helped his mistress drag out a pile of sh * t for him, Lee Nanfang always forgave him generously, just like how he pretended not to know when to drink the alcohol even when he knew it was poisoned.    

He was deliberately making it look cheap.    

To put it more bluntly, he and the old man were both extremely despicable, and it seemed like Zhou Yutai was trying to beat the crap out of them.    

But what he had said tonight when he made his move was not entirely bullshit, and it made sense.    

It seemed that Lee Nanfang had to think carefully tonight about what was so good about Yue Zitong that could attract him to her side once again.    

"What other good stuff do you have? Take it out to eat. After being beaten by you for so long, I'm hungry again."    

Lee Nanfang got up from the ground, patted off the dirt on his body, and asked the old man casually.    

Actually, his ribs, stomach, and legs were in excruciating pain, but in order to break the old man's sense of satisfaction, he would not show it.    

As expected, the old man was taken aback as he coldly replied, "No."    

Before he finished his sentence, Lee Nanfang suddenly raised his hand and hit his nose with a bang. Immediately, his nose bled profusely.    

The old man was stupefied for a moment before he flew into a rage. "What the f * ck, you're framing me! You have to make your wife think that I was the one who beat you up! "    

Lee Nanfang sneered and looked at him sideways: "It's good that you know it, do you still need me to say it a second time?"    

"Meeting someone like you who has no conscience, consider it my bad luck for eight lifetimes!"    

The old man said with a dejected face. He pulled out a black thing from under the bonfire with a stick. He swallowed his saliva and walked in front of Lee Nanfang with the stick, unwilling to part with it.    

"truffle?"    

Lee Nanfang was very surprised. He picked it up and put it under his nose to sniff. Just as he was about to open his mouth and put it down, he stood up and said: "Let's go. It's getting late. Mistress is still waiting at home."