Strongest Guard

Yue Zitong let out a long sigh of relief after she settled the matter of Lee Nanfang not having to go to the Southern Frontier after a phone call. As if she had just successfully taken over a big business, she felt as relaxed as a swallow and just wanted to sing a song.    

    

Forget it, during the work period now, if people heard Director Yue singing about his sister's tears, they would definitely be greatly shocked and damage her prestige.    

    

Truly intelligent people tend to do things with high profile and keep a low profile.    

    

However, his mood was really good. After circling around the house twice, Director Yue realized that there was one thing he had to do.    

    

I have to call Lee Nanfang and tell him about my aunt's brilliant plan. I have to find a reason for him to have a stroke today, and it's best if he pretends to have a crooked nose and slanted mouth. Although his appearance makes people feel disgusted, Little Nephew's happiness is something Director Yue can endure.    

    

Call Lee Nanfang right now.    

    

Du, du, du, du. Scumbag Lee didn't turn off his phone, but he just didn't answer.    

    

"This scum, he's not answering the phone yet. What is he doing?"    

    

After calling twice, there was still no reply. Yue Zitong frowned slightly, "Still playing around? Are you not afraid of the best people — Pah pah pah! I don't want to be a widow. Oh, got it. He must have gone to take a bath or to cook. "    

    

Looking at the time, it was already nine o'clock. He still hadn't gotten to work yet.    

    

After settling his biggest worry, Director Yue was finally able to calm his mind and work in peace.    

    

Director Yue was in an excellent working state today. Normally, he would have to concentrate on thinking for more than ten minutes. Just by looking at it twice, he already had the most accurate plan in his heart.    

    

Humming a melodious tune, the toes of the tiny shoes under the desk tapped against the floor in time with the rhythm, occasionally lifting a teacup to sip water and light a cigarette — alas, I wish I could quit smoking.    

    

In recent days, Yue Zitong had discovered that her addiction to cigarettes had increased.    

    

Although she was only 22 years old this year, she had already smoked for five years and had learned to smoke the second year after officially joining the country.    

    

Smoking, alcohol, drugs, etc. These harmful bad habits are absolutely untouchable to those who focus on health care.    

    

Especially the ladies.    

    

However, these habits, which gave people a short time to enjoy themselves, were nothing to someone like the KGB who danced on the edge of a knife.    

    

His head was always tied to the belt of his pants, and he could fall into the pit at any time to be unable to find even a fart.    

    

Today was the day of wine, and tomorrow was the day of wine.    

    

Therefore, with her special work experience, Yue Zitong didn't care too much about her body's health. Smoking a cigarette was definitely just a drizzle and she hadn't taken any drugs yet.    

    

It's just that she used to smoke, purely for fun, even if it was smoking, even if it wasn't smoking.    

    

Happy, depressed, big time, put on the airs of the senior when Little Nephew, lighting a cigarette, feel their unique aura, unique Fan.    

    

Normally, there was no need to smoke.    

    

It's often said that smoking is harmful to your health --    

    

But now, she liked to smoke a cigarette whenever she had something to do, especially at home. Lying on the sofa with Sister Xin after dinner, watching TV while puffing smoke, was already an essential part of her life.    

    

What made her a little depressed was that the cigarettes that made her feel safe from the tobacco smoke had to be the cigarettes provided by Helan Xiaoxin.    

    

It was Sister Xin herself who had specially assigned a tobacco field at Southern Frontier, hired a few local farmers to take good care of it. After the tobacco was harvested, she would go to the local tobacco factory and use a special process to produce the cigarettes.    

    

There was only a maid dressed in ancient clothing on top of the cigarette box, looking like Lin Daiyu who buried flowers. She carried a small basket on her arm and a small hoe on her shoulder.    

    

Apart from Sister Xin's cigarettes, Yue Zitong smoked other brands, such as the Yellow Crane Tower, which she was used to smoking in the past. This made her feel as if she was chewing vinegar.    

    

Last night when Yue Zitong went to bed to light a cigarette, she inadvertently thought about how she would be able to live if she were to fall out with Sister Xin and never be able to smoke that kind of cigarette again.    

    

As the saying goes, be prepared for a rainy day. In the future, if there was a chance, he would force her to take two boxes of cigarettes and keep them at home as a precaution.    

    

After lighting up another cigarette, Yue Zitong took a long drag and did a breast enlargement. She snapped her fingers. "Done. Let's call it a day."    

    

He looked at his watch. It usually took him a whole morning's worth of work, but today, he had completed it in just over an hour. Furthermore, he was still in high spirits and did not feel tired at all.    

    

Slowly shaking her neck, Yue Zitong held her teacup and walked to the window. She opened it and looked down.    

    

With just a glance, her good mood was completely ruined.    

    

On the floor in front of the main hall of the headquarters, there were many colorful balloons, covering a total of thirty square meters.    

    

A young man in a silver-gray trench coat stood there like a crane among a hundred flowers. He was holding a handful of bright roses in his arms, and his left hand was holding a few large white hydrogen balloons, both of which had pink hearts printed on them, as well as two mouths that were placed together.    

    

Not far behind the balloon, there was also a white sports car. It was brand-new and there were no license plates on it.    

    

A beautiful woman in white was painted on the hood and body of the car. She had a sweet smile on her face and her eyes looked around her like she was about to die after a gust of wind blew past her, just like when she stepped off the car.    

    

Yue Zitong looked down from a high vantage point and immediately saw the beauty — — Who the hell was this smiling aunt of hers?    

    

Even a fool could tell that the young people were chasing after Director Yue after putting up such a big show.    

    

With her eyes closed, Liu Tie could guess that other than Feng Yuntine and Feng Dashao from the Green Mountain Cloud World, no one else would dare to be shameless enough to chase after her after being rejected over and over again.    

    

Feng Dashao Ku had been rejected by Director Yue many times, but he still persevered in fighting on. There was nothing he couldn't do.    

    

The common folk had clouds. If there was too much water, they would be able to drown in the wall. After a man transformed into a sugar-coated woman, no matter how bad her temper was, she would still be moved.    

    

This is true, but the point is that you really love Director Yue. For her, you would rather give everything you have.    

    

Back then, Director Yue was beaten up by the Chief of the Jin family. He wanted to ask for your help, but you retreated like a tortoise. No matter how far you go, you just have to hide.    

    

Now that Director Yue has settled those difficulties, relying on his own hard work, his career has entered a rocket-like ascension phase. Now that you've appeared again with a bashful face, and even made yourself look like someone who doesn't know anything, you will be envious, and you will be blessed to have a good dream come true — Damn, why don't you f * cking die!    

    

Yue Zitong raised her teacup and smashed it onto his face, as if she was leaving him.    

    

In the eyes of outsiders, Feng Dashao's pretty boy, who could be said to be handsome, now looked even worse than a monkey's butt.    

    

Give him a cup of tea and it might be more pleasing to the eye.    

    

Director Yue couldn't guarantee that the teacup would accurately hit the face that made her lose her appetite. After all, if the object was thrown down high in the sky, it would be affected by wind speed, gravity, etc., so it would deviate from its trajectory and harm others. What should he do?    

    

"F * ck."    

    

Facing such a shameless person, Yue Zitong was unable to maintain her ladylike demeanor.    

    

He cursed in a low voice. Just as he was about to call the security post and ask Old Liang to send someone to chase him away, he saw a green jeep that seemed to have come out of nowhere and rushed towards the group of balloons like a mad cow.    

    

"Eh, who is this?"    

    

Yue Zitong's eyes lit up as she laughed, "Ha, this guy is even fiercer than I, Little Nephew."    

    

The next day when Lee Nanfang came to Qingshan, Feng Dashao put a bunch of roses on the ground. Where would he stand to look up at Director Yue lovingly? He just walked past blindly and rubbed his feet randomly, turning the delicate roses into a pile of garbage.    

    

After the incident, he earnestly advised Feng Dashao that a person should have public ethics and not throw away rubbish to give trouble to the security guards who cleaned up the parking lot.    

    

At that time, Yue Zitong didn't have a good impression of Scumbag Lee. Although she had a good look at him from the dark, she still despised him for not knowing anything.    

    

Now, someone even less amorous than Lee Nanfang had appeared.    

    

Lee Nanfang used his feet, but Ye Xiaodao was driving.    

    

"Brother-in-law, are we really going to knock him to death?"    

    

After being scolded by Ye Xiaodao, he rushed over to that idiot who dared to pry my brother's horse, stepped on the gas pedal of the jeep, and charged into the balloon like a tiger into a flock of sheep. Amidst the exploding sounds, he excitedly asked.    

    

"Are you f * cking stupid? If I let you smash him to death, would you really smash him to death? "    

    

Master Dao was already filled with anger and had nowhere to vent it on. Now, seeing the murderous look in his brother-in-law's eyes, he became even more annoyed. He raised his hand and slapped him hard on the back of the head.    

    

If he wanted to make this kind of unromantic — just know how to fight and kill blind bumpkins, train them into good citizens, and kindly advise them to reason with him — it wouldn't work. He would have to use violence to purify his dirty soul and let him know that the world was so good.    

    

This is not a ignorant Africa, nor is it Europe and America where no one is affected by murder. This is China, where the world, oh, no, is the best place for security in the universe, isn't it?    

    

Thinking that he could never do as he pleased and hook up with a married woman, he had to be careful not to let her husband find out about it. Master Dao felt bitter in his heart and had the urge to cry.    

    

When he was in a bad mood, there was no need to care about how others felt now.    

    

For example, Feng Dashao, who was screaming like a monkey, always wanted to escape into the hall. However, no matter where he wanted to break out, the jeep driven by the spurs would always hit him in time, forcing him to retreat in panic.    

    

Therefore, the onlookers who were envious and jealous just now and sincerely wished that Feng Dashao's dream had come true were all stunned. They watched him being chased around by jeeps in balloons that were dozens of square meters.    

    

Wherever the car roared past, there would be an unending series of explosions.    

    

Spurs was very excited as he yelled and continuously swung the steering wheel. Each time, he was able to successfully force Feng Dashao back into the center of the ball formation that he once acted tough with, and then he would continuously circle around him, crushing every innocent balloon.    

    

"What the hell is going on?"    

    

Feng Dashao retreated in panic and stumbled to the ground. Then, he kneeled down on both knees with his hands in the air as he shouted, "Don't hit my ball!"    

    

After being hit on the back of the head by Ye Xiaodao a few times, the spurs opened their eyes and bared their white teeth. "Okay, we won't hit your ball — crash the car, will we?"