Strongest Guard

Yue Zitong's right foot was about to step out of the guest room when she suddenly stopped.    

    

He turned around.    

    

He had a pure smile on his face.    

    

Lee Nanfang's head suddenly grew big: "What do you want to do now? It's just a door, is there a need to go through so many twists and turns? "    

    

Yue Zitong was stunned. "You, are you afraid that I'll pester you?"    

    

"Tsk, how could I be afraid of you?"    

    

Lee Nanfang curled his lips in disdain: "You're not some man-eating tiger. "I'm just annoyed that you keep on blacking out. It's not as simple as it used to be."    

    

"Was I very straightforward before?"    

    

Yue Zitong immediately asked.    

    

Lee Nanfang closed his eyes and laid on the sofa.    

    

He could tell that Yue Zitong did not want to leave.    

    

She tried to find a reason to stay, then tried to convince him that they could get back together and start a new chapter.    

    

It was also to drain the value of his usage from his body.    

    

This woman was simply too insidious and cunning.    

    

If he wasn't careful, he would be tricked by her and fall into her trap, turning into a pile of dried up bones in her meticulously crafted gentleness.    

    

Lee Nanfang had to have money and both beauties and pretty ones. Only when slippers fluttered in his head would he be willing to be squeezed.    

    

As the saying goes, a single flower is very beautiful and fragrant. I really want to let a man pick it and hide it at home, but is it even more desirable than a forest?    

    

Therefore, Lee Nanfang definitely couldn't lose a piece of the forest because of a single flower.    

    

After lying on the sofa, he had already decided that no matter what tricks Yue Zitong planned to pull, he would only say "No".    

    

He definitely wouldn't give this female snake and scorpion a single opportunity to capture him.    

    

Even though she was naked and dancing in front of him.    

    

Lee Nanfang would also treat her like a female skeleton.    

    

Of course, Yue Zitong would not do such a dishonorable thing. After all, that was her final trump card. Unless she had no other choice, she would not use it.    

    

She just came back, sat down, opened the desk drawer, and took out a pen cap.    

    

Lee Nanfang opened his eyes and looked at her dumbly.    

    

The hard-hearted man really wanted to see what kind of flowers could appear from this pretty girl.    

    

"Are you going back to Qingshan tomorrow?"    

    

Yue Zitong asked softly while holding her pen cap.    

    

Lee Nanfang, who had already made up his mind, said calmly: "No."    

    

He only needed to say no, and he didn't need to explain to her that Sister Yeshen was currently still in the General Department's critical observation room. Even if something huge happened at Qingshan's side, he couldn't just abandon her.    

    

"Oh."    

    

Yue Zitong nodded slightly, "Will you let Kang Weiya, who intentionally attacked Chen Dalee and the others, off?"    

    

"No."    

    

Lee Nanfang sneered in his heart: "It would be weird if I would let your lackey go. I'm afraid you still don't know that your loyal lackey has already been knocked over by me with a heavy truck. "    

    

"Will you always stay in Beijing and manage the clubhouse with Hua Yeshen?"    

    

Yue Zitong actually didn't care too much about Kang Weiya's life. She just seemed bored and said some boring words, "If that's the case, then it'll be much easier for me to see you in the future. After tonight, we will no longer have anything to do with each other and will become strangers that we are most familiar with. However, there were some things that were unforgettable even in death. Not being able to walk together and often seeing you is also not bad. "    

    

"No!"    

    

Jack answered loudly.    

    

He had two meanings when he said this word.    

    

Firstly, he was replying to Yue Zitong that he wouldn't stay in Beijing forever.    

    

It was true that Hua Yeshen's Seven Stars Club was one of the few famous clubs in the entire world, and the profits it created each year was even greater than Nanfang's current group.    

    

The management and management of the clubhouse had been honed to perfection after many years of exploration.    

    

If Lee Nanfang really wanted to replace Hua Yeshen, he could lie down and count the money even if he didn't care about any work in the future.    

    

But he didn't want to be a pushover.    

    

His second idea was, "Even if I stay in Beijing forever, I won't let you see me so easily."    

    

"Oh."    

    

Yue Zitong's gaze dimmed for a moment before she asked again, "Then, I'm inviting the two of you to my house as guests. Will you go?"    

    

"No."    

    

"Invite me."    

    

"No."    

    

"You don't love me anymore."    

    

"No--yes!    

    

As soon as Lee Nanfang said no, he suddenly realized it was a trap.    

    

Yue Zitong must have known what he was thinking, which was why she purposely asked him so many questions.    

    

Of course, that wasn't completely nonsense. It was Lee Nanfang's true attitude towards those questions.    

    

She had spread out so much nonsense just for this one sentence: "You don't love me anymore."    

    

If Lee Nanfang said no, then it would mean that he still loved her.    

    

That way, Yue Zitong, who was already well-prepared, would immediately beat the crap out of him and use a way that Lee Nanfang couldn't imagine to force him to admit that he still loved her …    

    

Luckily, Lee Nanfang's reaction speed was not slow either. The moment he said "no", he immediately changed to "yes".    

    

Yue Zitong thought regretfully, "This bastard's reaction speed is getting faster and faster."    

    

Lee Nanfang snorted coldly in his heart: "Hmph, the cunning and crafty index of this beauty is getting higher and higher".    

    

Yue Zitong was not frustrated by the failure of the plot. She just smiled and stretched out her right hand.    

    

On his right palm, there was a pen cap.    

    

Lee Nanfang raised his eyebrows, which meant, "What do you mean?"    

    

"Play the last game."    

    

Yue Zitong's slow voice was laced with obvious reluctance. "Whoever loses, go wash the dishes."    

    

This was one of the best rooms in the Seven Stars Club. There was a private bathroom, a study, and even a small gym. However, there was no kitchen.    

    

But you don't have to wash the dishes in the kitchen.    

    

in the bathtub, in the toilet -- all right.    

    

The crux of the matter was just as Yue Zitong had said, whoever lost would wash the dishes. It was just a game between the two of them.    

    

The last time, the game.    

    

Last summer, Lee Nanfang had just moved into the Yue family, but my aunt still hated him very much, but she didn't hate his cooking. The two of them had been together for a long time, which one of them only cared about eating and drinking, and yet they didn't do anything?    

    

Thus, the manly Lee Nanfang took out a coin and used her aunt's arrogant and domineering character to make a bet with her.    

    

Whoever lost could wash the dishes.    

    

Nine losses out of ten.    

    

This line was the most suitable for a gambler, and the most appropriate one for Yue Zitong.    

    

Lying on the sofa with a cigarette in his mouth, he looked at the noble Director Yue, with a small apron around his waist, washing dishes in the kitchen with complaints. It was one of Lee Nanfang's greatest pleasures.    

    

However, this kind of fun had been going on for a long time, Lee Nanfang had almost forgotten about it.    

    

But now that she had made this request, warm scenes from the past surfaced in his mind.    

    

His heart thumped as he nodded and said softly, "Alright."    

    

"I can't find any coins for now, so I'll use a cap instead. "Guess which side will win or lose with just one sentence."    

    

Yue Zitong placed both of her hands behind her back and said, "Since you're a junior, then I'll let you choose whether it's true or not."    

    

Lee Nanfang had always hated Yue Zitong treating him like a junior.    

    

There was no junior in the world who would openly flirt when living with an elder.    

    

Especially when she was carrying her long legs on her shoulders — thinking about it gave her an evil impulse.    

    

"This snake-scorpion beauty said that on purpose. I'm not going to fall for her trick."    

    

Lee Nanfang reminded himself in his heart and said lightly: "Then I guess not."    

    

"Alright. Then, if you want to guess, how would you know if you have it in your hands? "    

    

Yue Zitong's two small, white fists were placed on the table.    

    

Lee Nanfang casually glanced at it and said, "Men are left and women are right, I want my right hand."    

    

This person was really a bastard. He was clearly talking about both men and women, but he guessed that there was no pen cap on his right hand.    

    

Yue Zitong's left hand seemed to have slowed down to thirty times its normal speed.    

    

His palm was empty.    

    

"You win. I'll go wash the dishes. "    

    

Yue Zitong shrugged her shoulders regretfully and stood up with nothing to show for it. She put the plates and bowls together and walked towards the bathroom with her arms crossed, unafraid of dirtying her expensive bridal dress.    

    

"Is this interesting?"    

    

When Yue Zitong walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her, Lee Nanfang glanced at the place where she sat and lightly shook his head.    

    

There was a black cap hidden between the back and the sofa where Yue Zitong had been sitting.    

    

If Lee Nanfang wasn't lying at the right angle, he really wouldn't have noticed this pen cap.    

    

After Lee Nanfang chose not to do so, Yue Zitong, who had her hands behind her back, quietly hid her pen cap in the crack on the sofa.    

    

There was no cap on either of her hands on the desk.    

    

Therefore, regardless of whether Lee Nanfang chose his right or left hand, he would win.    

    

She would lose.    

    

Just like how she was willing to wash the dishes.    

    

She wanted to use the way that both of them had once been very passionate about to formally say goodbye to Lee Nanfang and her love?    

    

Who knows.    

    

A woman's heart was a needle at the bottom of the sea.    

    

Sometimes they couldn't even guess what they were doing, and why they were doing it.    

    

Lee Nanfang was not a deity, how could he guess?    

    

No matter what tricks she hid in her action of admitting defeat, Lee Nanfang didn't want to think about it.    

    

Not consider?    

    

Can it work?    

    

As long as a person was alive, there would always be so many things that people needed to think about.    

    

Lee Nanfang didn't want to die yet, so he had to think about what Yue Zitong would do next.    

    

How should he respond to this, in order to make her completely give up.    

    

"Tell her not to bother me anymore, and I beg of you to show me mercy and be magnanimous? "No, only a fool would do that."    

    

Boss Lee was getting sleepy as he let his imagination run wild.    

    

After he was knocked unconscious by Jinghong Ming, he had been unconscious for most of the day.    

    

It was only about ten o'clock at night, and he should not have been sleepy.    

    

But he felt it.    

    

He wasn't sleepy, he was tired.    

    

His heart was tired.    

    

He believed that any man who wanted to live a happy life in the future would never get tired of being pestered by Yue Zitong's questions.    

    

From time to time, the crisp sound of plates and bowls colliding could be heard in the bathroom, which was partially closed.    

    

It was like a beautiful lullaby.    

    

While listening, Lee Nanfang, who immediately covered his face with his arm after lying down, actually slowly fell asleep.    

    

Of course, his sleep had always been shallow, and he could hear the slightest movement, not to mention the sound of Yue Zitong's footsteps as she crept over.    

    

"What is she doing?    

    

You won't molest me while I sleep, will you?    

    

If she really did that, then what kind of way should I use to reject her, so that she wouldn't be so ashamed and angry, so that she wouldn't give up her life to fight with me for the motivation to live? "    

    

While Lee Nanfang was daydreaming, he felt a light breeze carrying a delicate fragrance blowing towards him.    

    

There was a large piece of clothing covering his body.    

    

It was probably the big red wedding dress Yue Zitong was wearing. It carried the fragrance of her body, as well as the bloody flower that had splattered onto her clothes when Sister Yeshen had risked her life to save her during the day.    

    

Then, cat-like footsteps rang out again.    

    

But he walked further and further away.    

    

Finally, with a slight sound of the door closing, he disappeared into the corridor outside.