Strongest Guard

Before he left, he asked Lee Muchen about the common sense of life that many normal people had neglected.    

For example, when a male boss from the outside world went out, what sort of outfit he would wear, what kind of watch he would wear, the ring he was used to wearing, and which finger he should wear.    

Why did the beautiful ladies of the outside world paint their mouths so red? What was the meaning of wearing such a short skirt, such high leather shoes, and carrying a seemingly redundant bag?    

For example, what kind of hair dye should he use in order to make his hair turn white at night? It was always the same as during the day, his favorite black color.    

Could a man in the outside world have long, elegant hair?    

How long would it take for Lee Muchen to fix an ID card that guaranteed he could stay in a hotel and not sleep on a tree no matter where he went?    

Wait, wait.    

Boss Yang asked with unremitting shame. This was the first time Lee Muchen hated him, so how could he not be an idiot?    

If she was an idiot, then she wouldn't have to laugh when Yang Xiao revealed his silly and innocent true colors. She would have to secretly pinch herself to remind herself how scary this man in front of her was.    

Finally, Yang Xiao left.    

After clarifying all the questions that he could think of, Zhang Xuan was satisfied. Thus, he left in satisfaction.    

He suddenly appeared in front of Lee Muchen tonight and didn't tell her who the Black Dragon was that released him.    

Since Boss Yang didn't say it, Lee Muchen didn't dare to ask.    

He had been gone for a full five minutes. Lee Muchen, who was bowing and sending him off, slowly raised his head, exhaled a long breath and sat on the chair.    

During this time with Yang Xiao, Lee Muchen was as tired as running three marathons in a row.    

Right now, she didn't want to think about anything else. All she wanted to do was to lie down on the chair and have a deep sleep.    

After waking up, she would follow Boss Yang's instructions and contact Duan Chuhuang. She would carry out her work south of the river and continue to earn money for the veterans of the Elders Guild to enjoy themselves.    

Just as he was about to lie down, his cell phone in his coat pocket rang.    

The ding-dong sound wasn't too loud, but in Lee Muchen's ears, it was like a thunder from a clear sky. His whole body trembled and he almost fell down from the bench.    

It was Lin Han.    

Lee Nanfang had appeared.    

Under the meticulous care of the Eight Immortals, Boss Lee quickly fell asleep.    

When he woke up, the stars were blinking outside his window.    

He was no longer in the bathtub, but on the soft and comfortable bed. Eight girls wearing long dresses made out of muslin sat in a row around the bed. No one said a word, and no one played with a phone.    

He just sat there and looked at Lee Nanfang, who was sprawled on the bed with his flagpole erected.    

Lee Nanfang was surprised.    

He was astonished. It was not that the Eight Immortals had not left yet, nor that they had not taken turns to push him back while he was sleeping. Rather, he had not expected that he had slept for so long.    

Anyone who knew a friend like Ye Xiaodao and had a lover like Suya Qier would definitely not be able to keep the liquor from touching, even if the alcohol consumption was small.    

Therefore, Lee Nanfang had a lot of alcohol. His highest record was that he could still cut the throat of a Russian underworld boss after drinking four whole bottles of vodka.    

Because of Lee Nanfang's ability to drink these two kilograms of liquor, he never cared about white or red beer. He would kill everything and drink two bottles of Maotai that had been stored for 60 years in the morning.    

He was underestimating the concept of 'sixty years in stock' and 'national wine'.    

Having stored the wine for 60 years and having gone through years of settling down, it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was genuine nectar.    

Not to mention Lee Nanfang, if he could fall asleep for more than ten hours after drinking two bottles in one go, he would have to tease his sister, Chang'e, even if it was Sun Xiaoxiao who caused a huge ruckus in the Heavenly Court.    

Looking at the fat and thin Eight Immortals, Lee Nanfang was stunned for a long time before slowly waking up and asking what time it was and how long he slept.    

There was still one more hour before midnight. Mr. Lee had slept for fourteen hours.    

Fourteen hours?    

Lee Nanfang felt that the chick was exaggerating, or was she just showing off her maternal charm? Wasn't the baby in the mother's arms that made her sleep for so long? Was it really that sweet?    

He felt that he had never slept more than ten hours, except in a coma and in swaddling clothes.    

However, no matter how much he tried to believe it, he could not change the fact that he had slept for fourteen hours.    

The eight fairies were all hoping that Boss Lee would be lucky tonight.    

The only reason was because Manager Jin had said that everyone would receive a prize of one million yuan after they were unsealed.    

With so many of Boss Lee's sisters accompanying him, the process would not be so beautiful for the time being, but it would definitely be very relaxing.    

Are there many opportunities to easily earn a million dollars?    

The answer was definitely no, so these eight beautiful ladies would definitely not give up on this hard-earned opportunity. There were even people who thought that after receiving the million, they would go to a brand store tomorrow and buy that bag that they had always been drooling over but had been unwilling to buy.    

But why, this bastard Li, did he not give his sisters a one million chance?    

The big guy was incredibly considerate and helped him take a bath. He had already taken the oral contraceptive pills, but he still wore that single- necked camouflage bag. Without saying a word, he walked away.    

What did that mean?    

There are ways to cut off people's money, just like killing their parents.    

Although the Eight Immortals were extremely weak, they were still able to unleash a powerful battle prowess when faced with a common enemy that killed their parents. It was unknown who let out a shout, opened their arms and charged forward.    

The bird was headless and could not fly. With someone taking the lead, the other seven people immediately followed and rushed up like a swarm of bees. Some of them even rode on Boss Lee's back and put their arms around his neck, wrapping their legs around his waist.    

Some held his arm, but they locked one of his legs with their long legs.    

There was a left hand on his left leg and a right on his belt.    

Or he might as well tear open the long muslin dress and hold his head tightly in front of his chest.    

In short, eight octopus-like octopus-like creatures tightly wrapped around Lee Nanfang's waist. They kissed and humphed tenderly as they grabbed onto one of his hands and screamed at him —    

Lee Nanfang, who was completely dumbfounded, was instantly drowned in the meat forest. Breathing heavily was already a problem, how could he still have the strength and thoughts to enjoy the current super romance?    

I can't use force.    

If he was really strong and sent these cute girls to the corner with punches and kicks, would he still be considered a human?    

He could not use force, much less lose his chastity.    

He had already provoked so many women outside and had already let his aunt down. If he was pushed aside by the Eight Immortals, how would he explain to Yue Zitong in the future?    

Tell the truth?    

Don't tease me.    

Yue Zitong already knew what kind of trash he was, it would be strange if she was willing to believe that he was forced to do it.    

He couldn't fight and couldn't earn any money. Just when Lee Nanfang was about to collapse his last line of defense and his mouth was full of lips marks, he suddenly had an inspiration and shouted loudly: "Hua Yeshen, quickly take care of your subordinates!"    

The name of the person, the shadow of the tree.    

Hua Yeshen's Seven Stars Club was an existence that no one was allowed to openly or secretly desecrate.    

Everyone had gotten into the habit of sticking their chests out and looking straight ahead after hearing Director Hua's words.    

Even more exaggerated was that when he saw a flower pot, he would immediately stop smiling.    

Therefore, when Lee Nanfang suddenly shouted Hua Yeshen's name and asked her to manage his subordinates, the eight crazy girls immediately released their arms and legs and stood in a row, quick and orderly, like professional soldiers who had just woken up.    

When they failed to find Director Hua's trace of her, Boss Lee, who was disheveled, grabbed his pants with his left hand and his shoes with his right, then rushed towards the door like a stray dog.    

"Ah, sisters, we've been fooled! He's trying to escape!"    

"We can't let him go!"    

"Catch him."    

"Go!"    

As the charming voice of the Eight Immortals cried out, the girls, who were basically all in light, pounced towards the door with a whoosh.    

With a clang, Jack slammed the door shut and shot up the stairs like a bolt of lightning.    

As long as he could escape to the hall below, it would no longer be a problem.    

He didn't think that those girls, who were almost completely naked, would dare to chase down like this.    

As Lee Nanfang expected, after chasing them out of the room, the girls all stopped at the foot of the stairs. They all called out to their million brothers with their plaintive voices, hurry up and come back.    

Only a fool would go back.    

Holy sh * t, Lao Jin is going to be a traitor. He's going to find so many girls to accompany me, and he's going to squeeze me into an adult to do it.    

It was sinister.    

Lee Nanfang had never had a good impression of people with evil intentions. Therefore, when he saw Wu Tie, he raised his hand and gave him a big slap.    

Lao Jin was immediately shocked.    

Seeing a guy in untidy clothes, whose face was covered with red marks, suddenly walked down the stairs, Lao Jin immediately walked up to him and wanted to see who it was. He scolded him for what happened, but got hit.    

Just as he was about to explode in anger, he realized that it was Lee Nanfang.    

Immediately, his burning cheeks stopped hurting. A attentive smile bloomed on his face, like a blooming flower. He repeatedly asked for Mr. Lee's instructions.    

If he felt good about slapping him in the face, his right cheek would still be the original, he would not have been slapped by anyone and could be given it for free.    

"Three requirements."    

Lee Nanfang raised his right hand and extended three fingers: "First, help me convey it to Hua Yeshen so that she can recover from her illness and not think too much. Leave everything to me. Secondly, send the four bottles of Maotai that I haven't finished to Teng Qingshan. Third, prepare an ordinary car and fill it with gas. "The fourth"    

Even though Boss Lee had three requirements, Lao Jin was already used to saying more than three requirements. He did not ask why and would only try his best to satisfy each and every one of Boss Lee's requests.    

Other than the third request, which would make Lao Jin feel troubled, the other requirements were nothing to Lao Jin.    

Lee Nanfang's third request was to prepare an ordinary car.    

Seven Stars Club, how could there be an ordinary car?    

Which one of them didn't have a market capitalization of 700,000-800,000. Mr. Lee was making it too difficult for him.    

Fortunately, Lao Jin's assistant was a bit more quick-witted, so he suggested that the small boxes used for the back kitchen should be able to meet Mr. Lee's requirements.    

The small crates were only worth a little over a hundred thousand yuan. They could definitely be considered an ordinary car.    

Lee Nanfang, who had washed his face and tidied up his clothes in the washroom, followed Lao Jin to the small crate. He sighed, turned around, and slapped Lao Jin again.