Strongest Guard

Lee Nanfang forced the witch to use her mouth – after sincerely apologizing to him once again, he finally forgave her and ate the breakfast she made.    

    

Sometimes, you have to admit, women are born to cook.    

    

As long as they could concentrate on learning.    

    

Yesterday morning, Yue Zitong had fed all the food she cooked into the trash can. This morning, the food she cooked tasted good.    

    

Of course, compared to Lee Nanfang's culinary skills, she could still be left far behind.    

    

If she didn't let Lee Nanfang touch her from time to time, even if Boss Lee was starving to death, he wouldn't show her face.    

    

Having successfully eaten his wife's tofu, he actually felt a sense of accomplishment. This made Lee Nanfang, who was lying on the sofa picking his teeth after the meal, somewhat ashamed.    

    

Watching the little demoness in slippers washing the dishes and washing the pots and pans in the kitchen, the sense of accomplishment was magnified infinitely.    

    

From Yue Zitong's good performance of cooking early in the morning and taking the initiative to wash the dishes without waiting for him to take out the coins, Lee Nanfang could tell that she really wanted to live a good life with him and become a legendary good wife and mother.    

    

Perhaps, as she had said the other day, she had had enough of a noisy day.    

    

No matter how much money he earned outside and whether he worked, sitting on the sofa with a cigarette in his mouth and watching TV after he got home, that was what Lee Nanfang wanted.    

    

Actually, as long as he wanted to live this kind of life, he would be able to obtain the greatest satisfaction just by talking about Shangdao Yinghua, let alone other women.    

    

The ability of a Japan woman to serve a man was definitely the best in the entire world.    

    

But to make Shangdao Yinghua comfortable was not her ability, because it was her nature, like a cat that was born to eat mice.    

    

Only a woman like Yue Zitong, who was so proud that she thought she was a queen, could be trained to such a state.    

    

Now, it seemed that the initial results had come to fruition.    

    

But the revolution had not yet succeeded, and comrades still had to work hard.    

    

Whenever your fingers hook, you will be able to run up to me and ask for my objective request in a sweet voice. I will do my best to satisfy you. That will be considered as a success.    

    

Lee Nanfang couldn't help but drool when he thought of the day he would make her wear a sailor suit, air stewardess uniform, rabbit girl, and so on.    

    

"Looking at your lecherous smile, which concubine are you thinking about?"    

    

Just when Boss Lee was thinking of the most beautiful girl in the world, a discordant voice sounded from above him. He raised his head and realized that Yue Zitong had changed into her formal attire at some point in time.    

    

Stretching his waist, Lee Nanfang replied, "I can't say. There are too many people who can think about it."    

    

Yue Zitong curled her lips. "True." In my opinion, Grandpa Li, you should carry out the system of turning the tables on me in the future. "Whichever room you overturn will be the lucky ones."    

    

"Well, that's a good idea."    

    

Lee Nanfang nodded and said seriously: "However, our family is too small. There are so many people who can't live here."    

    

"We can expand it, but it will cost a lot of money." Anyway, I've already bought the ownership of this land, and you don't lack money. When the time came, he would build a two-story building. The backyard has been developed into an open-air swimming pool and a private dining room. Every time when night falls, as long as you yell Chen Dalee, that servant will happily run out and turn the tables for you. "    

    

"Are you really willing?"    

    

"Fake, stop dreaming. "Like I said last night, if you dare to bring another woman home, I don't care how powerful she is, I'll kill you with one shot."    

    

"You jealous woman."    

    

"I would rather be a jealous woman than a coward. "Hmph, kid, just give up on this life of yours."    

    

Yue Zitong bent down, purposely letting her collar hang down so that he could see the two halves of her snow-white body. When she lightly patted his face with her hand, she exclaimed, "Ah! What happened to the bloody scar on your face?"    

    

"Cats."    

    

As Yue Zitong straightened her back, Lee Nanfang's head seemed to be hooked by a hook. He stared at the inside of her collar, and his neck slowly stretched. Finally, he couldn't see anything and sighed dejectedly.    

    

"Here, take it for me. I'll go look for a Band-Aid." I, Yue Zitong's husband, cannot go out with a scratch on my face. It would be too embarrassing. "    

    

As she said that, she threw the small bag into Lee Nanfang's arms, turned around, and ran up the stairs.    

    

She changed her clothes in such a hurry that she forgot to zip her purse.    

    

After the small bag hit Lee Nanfang's body, it rolled on the ground and spilled everything inside.    

    

Lee Nanfang saw the white An Er with just one glance.    

    

Fortunately, he had no interest in this thing. If it were in the past, he might have taken the opportunity to step on it to satisfy his bad taste.    

    

But not now.    

    

Yue Zitong had worked for a good wife and mother, and he was going to do it again--who said there was no thunder in the winter?    

    

It was better to help her clean it up, even though it was said that a man would be unlucky if he touched it.    

    

However, Lee Nanfang didn't believe it.    

    

But sometimes, it's fine if you don't believe it.    

    

Just as he was about to pack it up, he found another raft.    

    

Pink raft, folded into a triangle, beautiful but powerful writing, strong paper back, vaguely can see Lee Nanfang's name.    

    

"What did it say?"    

    

Lee Nanfang became interested and opened up the raft.    

    

Teach Lee Nanfang a strategy.    

    

These seven words were the title of the content on the raft.    

    

There were more than a dozen lines listed below.    

    

Firstly, one must firmly believe that not being able to obtain this truth is the best. One can seduce him without any limits, but definitely not be eaten by him.    

    

Second, I have to slowly master his stomach so that he can get used to eating the food I make.    

    

Three, he had to spend a certain amount of time every night to accompany him --    

    

As soon as Lee Nanfang saw this, the door opened on the second floor behind him.    

    

Fortunately, he moved fast enough. He quickly folded the raft into its original form and put it into the small bag.    

    

There were more than ten items on the raft, but as long as Lee Nanfang could read the title and the first one, he would ignore the rest.    

    

While he was thinking about how to train Yue Zitong, the others were also thinking about how to train him.    

    

Without a doubt, Yue Zitong's methods were much more effective than his.    

    

"No wonder her attitude towards me now has completely changed. After all, she has no other intentions." "Fine, I want to see how you will teach me as long as I stick to my heart and am not seduced by your temptations, bewitching, or gentle words."    

    

Lee Nanfang was a bit depressed.    

    

Although he could guess that Yue Zitong's intention in doing so was to use Tiantian to tie him to her side, but she shouldn't play any tricks.    

    

Actually, she could have just revealed her cards and listed out the rules that both sides had to follow.    

    

Could it be that Lee Nanfang was really willing to let her throw herself into the arms of another man?    

    

This woman looked smart, but was actually just a little fool. No wonder she could be toyed with by Helan Xiaoxin for so long.    

    

"Here, don't move, I'll put it up for you." Good girl, I already said not to move. Be careful that I don't break your ghost claws. "    

    

After the Band-Aid was stuck on Lee Nanfang's left cheek, Yue Zitong grabbed the pig's hand and pinched it with her fingernail. Yue Zitong laughed, then after the Band-Aid was stuck on Lee Nanfang's left cheek, she grabbed the pig's hand and pinched it with her fingernail.    

    

"To be able to eat tofu in broad daylight is actually quite good."    

    

Rubbing his fingers and sniffing under his nose, Lee Nanfang chuckled and then whistled as he walked out of the living room.    

    

At dinner, he had already said that he was going to Old Liang's house this afternoon and asked if she wanted to go.    

    

Since Director Yue had just become a major shareholder of Nanfang Group, of course he would be busy. How could he have the time to visit other people's home?    

    

Besides, Old Liang invited Lee Nanfang, not her.    

    

Old Liang, who was a big shot in the eyes of others, was not yet qualified to be fawned on by Director Yue, even though she was no longer as strong as a chicken.    

    

After waving goodbye to Yue Zitong who drove the car out of the villa and making a perverted gesture, Lee Nanfang also walked out of the door and onto the hill opposite the mansion.    

    

Stepping on the yellow grass, Lee Nanfang came to the tree where he killed the two hitmen. He found a place with lush grass and leaves and sat down. Then, he started to make calls.    

    

Japan, Tokyo.    

    

Shangdao Yinghua, dressed in a white kimono, was kneeling on the tatami behind her desk. Her hands hidden in her sleeves were tightly clenched. Sweat was flowing down her face, and she felt her heart beat even more fiercely.    

    

However, she still did as Gala said. Her eyes slightly narrowed as she stared at the mountain spring. Xi Mu, who was kneeling in front of her, did not move at all.    

    

Her face was covered with a thick layer of white powder so that no one could see the change in her expression.    

    

The originally beautiful eyebrows were painted into two black slumbering silkworms.    

    

His small, blood-red mouth was not even the size of a penny coin.    

    

If someone were to put on this makeup in China, they would definitely suspect that they saw a ghost in broad daylight.    

    

However, in the Japan, it was a traditional disguise made by a woman, so no one would be surprised if they walked on the streets.    

    

Gala, who was standing beside Xi Mu in the mountain spring, was also wearing a kimono, clogs, and a pair of kungfu. If he had a small clump tied to his head, he would be no different from an ancient Japan warrior.    

    

On both sides of the wall, there were also ten pairs of sweat men wearing the same clothes. Each of them had a long saber by their waist as they stared at the mountain spring, their eyes full of malice.    

    

These people were all elite warriors that Gala had brought from the Golden Triangle to protect and support Shangdao Yinghua.    

    

There were also dozens of people in the courtyard outside the half-open door. There were men and women, young and old, but no one spoke.    

    

Shan Quan, Xi Mu, had been kneeling here for seven to eight minutes.    

    

The murderous intent of Gala and the others made him break out in a cold sweat, not daring to move at all.    

    

"Cough."    

    

Seeing that Shangdao Yinghua was still hesitating, Gala lightly coughed to remind her that she could announce the end of Xi Mu Mountain Spring.    

    

This person was actually a spy for the police, causing more than ten of the gang's brothers to be wiped out by the police during the drug trade.    

    

If Gala didn't have a lot of anti-detection experience in this area, he would have shut down his single-line contact list and cut off the police trail. He believed that this mansion would be surrounded by the police force now.    

    

Following Gala's light cough, Shangdao Yinghua's body suddenly trembled slightly as she opened her mouth to speak. However, no sound came out from her mouth.    

    

Actually, she wanted to plead for Xi Mu for Shan Quan and persuade Gala to let him go.    

    

She really did not want to be a good person. Just like that, she did not have her head separated from her body and only wanted to show her might to the big and small leaders outside.    

    

"Madam."    

    

After seeing what Shangdao Yinghua was thinking, Gala said: "There is an old saying. Tolerance towards the enemy is cruel to oneself. If you do not sentence him to death today, then there will be more brothers who will die in the future. "    

    

"I … I'll think about it, I'll think about it …"    

    

When Shangdao Yinghua was finally able to speak, her phone suddenly rang.