Strongest Guard

The previous questions, including the one about whom Yue Zitong pressed him to choose between her and Hua Yeshen.    

    

Although those questions troubled Lee Nanfang, it did not affect Lee Nanfang much.    

    

Actually, when Yue Zitong walked towards the bathroom door, Lee Nanfang found the answer to the hardest question.    

    

Wasn't Yue Zitong forcing him to choose?    

    

It was very simple.    

    

He would not leave Hua Yeshen, his proper wife. He did not want to abandon her for any reason.    

    

When people mentioned Lee Nanfang's name, they would always spit with disgust and talk trash.    

    

The old saying of dying without any illness was not a joke.    

    

He wouldn't kick Sister Yeshen away, but Boss Lee definitely wouldn't give up on Yue Zitong.    

    

She threatened to throw herself into another man's arms if he didn't kick Hua Yeshen off her feet. Okay, Lee Nanfang wanted to see who would dare to lend their warm embrace to Yue Zitong.    

    

Whoever dared to do so would die.    

    

Lee Nanfang swore that he wasn't trying to scare people.    

    

He was really playing.    

    

Truly, whoever dared to set their eyes on his aunt would die without any room for negotiation.    

    

Don't even mention what Lee Nanfang did, it was something only scum could do.    

    

That's right, bro is a piece of trash.    

    

Do you really think that the scum that everyone has been calling scum for so long is called scum for nothing?    

    

Since he was scum, of course he had to do something that scum could do.    

    

For example, if Fang Yue Zitong was dissatisfied with what he had done, she would rather die than be his mistress — hur hur hur, then let her lose her ability to seek death.    

    

Lee Nanfang seemed to know that there was such a medicine. After it's used on people, they even need someone to help them chew it while they eat.    

    

Lee Nanfang didn't even have the strength to eat alone. He didn't believe that she could commit suicide.    

    

No one should say that Lee Nanfang had done this because he had let down his aunt and his mother, and the people had let down the adults of the country.    

    

Brother, who can control how we hang ourselves?    

    

Anyway, he decided to do just that.    

    

They would rather do harm to the world than to let Yue Zitong and other men, and always act out the love between husband and wife.    

    

This was a real man.    

    

True men were basically all scum.    

    

I am scum, I am proud.    

    

The proud Scumbag Lee had just had this thought when Yue Zitong's final trump card came smashing over.    

    

However, he had been smashed into pieces. No, his pupils had suddenly shrunk.    

    

Yue Zitong seemed to know that she was forcing Lee Nanfang between her and Yue Zitong, so the question of who to choose between the two of them wouldn't trouble him.    

    

She could even guess what the scum in Scumbag Lee's heart was thinking.    

    

But she didn't care.    

    

This was her real ace in the hole.    

    

Those questions from before were just the appetizers that she made for Lee Nanfang.    

    

Only this question could force Lee Nanfang onto a dead end.    

    

In Lee Nanfang's eyes, who was more important to Yue Zitong and his wife?    

    

This!    

    

Was there even a need to f * cking ask?    

    

Of course, Auntie, you are more important — Lee Nanfang would have said so when his wife wasn't around.    

    

Not only would he say so, but he would also think of an ancient problem.    

    

The question that women loved to ask was a difficult one for men. "Who would you save after your mother and I fell into the river?"    

    

The vast majority of men would reply with a righteous face, "There is a saying that is loyal and filial, but it is difficult to achieve both ends. Of course it is to save you first."    

    

However, Yue Zitong's problem was not that simple.    

    

She asked, if she died in Sui Yueyue's hands, would Lee Nanfang be afraid to take care of her because he was bound by the oath made by her elder sister?    

    

After Lee Nanfang regained his freedom, for what reason did he not dare to take care of Sui Yueyue, who had trampled his self-esteem and confidence into the ground?    

    

Wasn't it because of that snake and scorpion woman that forced him to swear in the name of his wife that he had to submit to her?    

    

If he dared to talk like a fart, then his wife would — Lee Nanfang never dared to think that his mother would be hurt because of him.    

    

Even if it was just an oath.    

    

Therefore, he had no choice but to submit beneath Sui Yueyue's feet and suppress his heroic feelings deeply in his heart as he sobbed.    

    

But Yue Zitong said!    

    

She actually came to the Golden Triangle this time with the intent to die.    

    

She wanted to use her tender and beautiful Flower of Life to help Lee Nanfang break through the cocoon that his wife had sworn in her name to be, and not be manipulated by Sui Yueyue anymore.    

    

How could she do this?    

    

How could he be so foolish?    

    

Didn't she know that her life was her own, and that her death would do her no good?    

    

She was joking.    

    

She was joking.    

    

She wasn't joking.    

    

He wasn't joking around.    

    

She, damn it, she was definitely a retard!    

    

Can I break away from Sui Yueyue, do you care?    

    

Lee Nanfang's eyebrows twitched a few times. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.    

    

He comforted himself in his heart: "Lee Nanfang, calm down, you have to be calm. Don't let your guard down, and don't be careless enough to think that she was joking. When this woman's brain got hot, Hugh said he'd give you a green hat and help you get out of jail in a stupid way. Even if she were to stab a hole in the sky, as long as she has the ability, she would still dare to do it. "    

    

"What's wrong, Little Nephew?"    

    

Just when Lee Nanfang was lying on the bed with his eyes half closed and his face that was always bragging about himself distorted to a terrifying degree, Yue Zitong's caring and gentle voice came over.    

    

Next, a hand gently caressed his face.    

    

With endless care, as if the mother was caressing her baby.    

    

Lee Nanfang opened his eyes and grabbed the white hand.    

    

He thought that he was only distracted for a few minutes after comprehending the meaning of Yue Zitong's words.    

    

But in fact, it had taken more than 40 minutes to slip away quietly just like that.    

    

After Yue Zitong had finished washing up, she took a warm bath. Her long hair hung wet on her shoulders, her little face was as red as a small apple, and two stars that didn't fall from the sky last night acted as eyes. She looked at him like paint, and the curve of her lips made one think of a few words.    

    

Smile on the skin, but not on the flesh.    

    

Yue Zitong's current expression perfectly explained the meaning of those words.    

    

She knew what her words would do to Lee Nanfang.    

    

How confused he would be.    

    

How scared he would be.    

    

If Lee Nanfang wasn't afraid, he wouldn't have held her hand so tightly.    

    

It hurts like this.    

    

But it hurt her, it sweet in her heart.    

    

If Little Nephew wasn't afraid that she would be retarded, how could he be so nervous?    

    

Yue Zitong smiled. The bones all over her body collapsed into Lee Nanfang's arms like mud.    

    

She no longer needed to ask Lee Nanfang about the answer to that question.    

    

Because she knew now.    

    

Her place in his heart had finally surpassed the elder sister who had raised him.    

    

This caused Yue Zitong to feel proud, but at the same time, she was also at a loss.    

    

The reason for his pride was obvious.    

    

Her heart was at a loss, but it was because … she clearly understood this feeling, but she could not say it.    

    

He was just unhappy.    

    

He felt extremely wronged.    

    

Her love for Little Nephew could be seen from the heavens.    

    

But why, damn it, did the two of them not fall in love at first sight after meeting each other on the first of July last year?    

    

If they had loved each other and loved each other at that time, why would they have suffered so many setbacks?    

    

To be exact, if the two of them had fallen deeply in love and spent their days lashing each other to their belts, they would have been able to love each other so deeply. How could those shameless women have had a chance to touch Lee Nanfang?    

    

God damn it.    

    

It was only after getting entangled with Lee Nanfang by so many shameless women that she realized she could no longer afford to lose him.    

    

If she wanted to regain her love, she would have to pay a heavy price.    

    

Perhaps, he would even give up his life like she just expressed.    

    

The only reason was to let him understand that she couldn't do this without him.    

    

For some inexplicable reason, tears started streaming down his face.    

    

The aggrieved whimpering quickly echoed in the room.    

    

Lee Nanfang felt his heart ache.    

    

When he pulled the blanket away to wipe her tears, she suddenly raised her head and let out a sharp whimper, like a mad leopard, she threw him onto the bed, wrapped her arms around his neck, and a kiss fell from her lips.    

    

This bitch must be crazy.    

    

Otherwise, he wouldn't have taken a bite every time he kissed her.    

    

Although she was reluctant to gnaw on her face, a person with a face full of teeth marks would definitely feel pain.    

    

Lee Nanfang didn't have enough time to feel the pain before his clothes were torn off by Yue Zitong who looked like a madman.    

    

Her bright red lips and white teeth, just like that, she continued to kiss and bite.    

    

The Black Dragon hidden in Lee Nanfang's body was activated by her craziness and understood what she wanted. It immediately roared and soared into the sky.    

    

Lee Nanfang shouted in a low voice and pounced on Yue Zitong.    

    

"No, no, no!"    

    

Yue Zitong's expression was completely confused. She said no, but her hands were dishonest.    

    

Just like how men didn't like others saying that they couldn't do it, when a woman repeatedly shouted that they didn't want it, it meant that she wanted it.    

    

He wanted it so badly!    

    

Lee Nanfang took a deep breath and was just about to — when someone knocked on the door.    

    

Knocking on the door was like pouring cold water on the couple's head.    

    

As a result, the raging flames were immediately extinguished.    

    

Only wisps of green smoke could be seen dancing seductively between the stunned eyes of the two men and women, carrying a mischievous sense of pride.    

    

The most unforgivable thing in the world is that when a man and a woman are about to engage in a substantive battle, they are interrupted in time.    

    

Who was knocking on the door?    

    

Could it be that this guy treated Lee Nanfang and Liu Yi as the male and female masters of Dongyang Love Action Film, so that he could use his director status to record every single movement and change of expression that would happen to them in the future?    

    

"Damn."    

    

Lee Nanfang cursed and said while panting heavily, "Don't, don't care about him."    

    

As he said that, Yue Zitong's right foot landed on his chin as she exerted all her strength to stomp on him.    

    

Lee Nanfang, who had all the little bugs on his mind, was caught off guard by her kick and rolled under the bed.    

    

Fortunately, the floor was covered with a carpet, and it didn't hurt much to fall down.    

    

"What are you doing?"    

    

Lee Nanfang was a bit angry, so he got up and asked angrily.    

    

Yue Zitong didn't explain. She just sat up and quickly put on her clothes.    

    

"I already said to ignore him, you …"    

    

Lee Nanfang reached out to grab her clothes.    

    

When the tips of his fingers were about to touch her clothes, they dejectedly fell off.    

    

The atmosphere was like bullshit, similarly invisible and untouchable.    

    

But it was real.    

    

When the atmosphere was good, the two of them could ignore everything and only want to ruthlessly crush each other and then crush each other into their bodies.    

    

But once the atmosphere was far away — well, forget it.    

    

Lee Nanfang sighed in his heart, put on his pants and quickly walked to the door, then suddenly opened it.    

    

Outside the door stood Alice, who had just been about to knock on the door again.