Strongest Guard

Yue Zitong didn't know how she got out of Helan Xiaoxin's room, nor did she know where she was.    

    

She could only close her eyes tightly, clenching her fingers tightly with her teeth, hoping that she would be swallowed by darkness and never return to this world again.    

    

Lee Nanfang's weird smile and his weak slap made Yue Zitong instantly feel that she was so ugly.    

    

How could she accept Helan Xiaoxin's humiliation so shamelessly for a cigarette?    

    

She should have died.    

    

They had perished together with Helan Xiaoxin.    

    

If she had died at that time, Lee Nanfang would have suffered so much that he would never be able to forget her. He would be depressed, and perhaps he would never marry in memory of her.    

    

No, he would never touch another woman.    

    

But she wasn't dead then.    

    

She had fallen.    

    

He had fallen to the point where he could allow others to humiliate him as they pleased. For the sake of a cigarette, he didn't want the least bit of a girl's dignity anymore.    

    

Although Helan Xiaoxin was also a woman, when she thought of all the props she had snitched on, not only did she not mention them one by one, but she also did as she was told.    

    

The more Yue Zitong regretted, the more she regretted not dying at that time.    

    

Died now?    

    

Now that he was dead, there was no longer any value in it.    

    

Little Nephew had seen her ugly behavior, and he would never forget it in his heart. He thought that she was a slut, so he died. After faking it, he could continue flirting with other women.    

    

As for her, she would be like the Stinky Sock that Lee Nanfang passed through. After throwing it away, she would no longer be able to recall it.    

    

Such an outcome wasn't what Yue Zitong wanted.    

    

Since she was going to die now, there was no point in doing so. Then, why did she have to die?    

    

Why did he have to die!?    

    

Not only do I not want to die, I want to live well.    

    

Ha, Lee Nanfang, didn't you say you don't want me?    

    

F * ck you, you bastard, are you the only man in the world?    

    

You don't want me, but with my beauty, devilish body, and snow-white skin, it's still a small matter to find a man more handsome than you, isn't it?    

    

Sticky poison? So what?    

    

So what if he was bullied by Helan Xiaoxin and made a fool of by her?    

    

I like it, I'm willing!    

    

It's so damn hard to buy with money.    

    

I do.    

    

Ha, I'm willing to be a fucking bad woman who abandons her dignity to take drugs, who can control me?    

    

Yue Zitong did not know that Lee Nanfang had given her two slaps and provoked her to the point of becoming a demon.    

    

Don't even mention that she was going to go to the sewer to cut her meridians, even if Lee Nanfang was standing in front of her right now to persuade her to go to Death Killing, she still wouldn't.    

    

She wanted to live.    

    

No dignity?    

    

Yes.    

    

Continue working as an ox for Helan Xiaoxin?    

    

Agree.    

    

Would he be called a bitch by Lee Nanfang?    

    

Fine, anyway, your mouth is long enough. If you want to say that it's your problem, then I have the final say in how you're going to live on.    

    

Aren't you just calling me a bitch?    

    

Then I'll give you a bitch.    

    

Anyway, you won't want me anymore. How am I going to live?    

    

Will you be angry?    

    

Alright, it's best if you can make your nose crooked and make your seven orifices bleed.    

    

The more angry you are, the more despicable this aunt is.    

    

Angry you to death.    

    

"Ha, haha."    

    

Yue Zitong suddenly felt proud when she thought about Lee Nanfang being angered by her to the point of being stupid. She laughed and turned around to sit up.    

    

Only then did she realize that she had already returned to her bedroom and was lying on the bed.    

    

He did not turn on the light, nor did he open the curtains. It was so dark that he could not see anything clearly.    

    

But that didn't stop her from reaching out and grabbing the phone from the bedside table.    

    

This was her room, and she knew the layout like the back of her hand. Even with her eyes closed, she knew what was there.    

    

The screen of the phone lit up and a faint blue light shone on Yue Zitong's face.    

    

If someone were to see it, they would definitely be shocked and think that they saw a female ghost.    

    

Just as she was about to open the lock and enter the main screen of her phone, her fingers stopped moving and her eyes stared unblinkingly at the scene on the lock screen.    

    

The screen on the phone showed a man sitting on the sofa in her living room. His eyes were closed and his mouth was wide open.    

    

How could a high class beauty like Director Yue, who had good taste, get into trouble with an ugly man on her phone?    

    

Unless, of course, this unscrupulous fellow was the person she valued the most.    

    

"I really, really like you."    

    

He stared at the phone screen for who knows how long. Yue Zitong murmured as tears fell onto the man's wide open mouth. Her delicate right thumb slid off the screen, drying her tears.    

    

Then, she opened the main screen of her phone, found the wallpaper in the settings, and found the picture of a man on the lock screen. She deleted it without hesitation and replaced it with her own picture.    

    

He clicked off the phone and opened it again. The screen on the lock screen became much more pleasing to the eye.    

    

"Beauty Yue, I'm looking at you lovingly. In the past, I was foolish enough to put his picture on my phone and carry it on my body. "    

    

When Yue Zitong smiled, the woman's shrill cries and curses seemed to echo out by her ears.    

    

Why did it sound so familiar?    

    

Oh, I remember that there is a couple in the second bedroom who are enjoying their happy private lives.    

    

"Hur hur, go ahead and call, it's none of my business."    

    

Yue Zitong murmured softly and laughed. She held the bed under her and walked to the bed barefooted. With a 'swish', she pulled open the curtains.    

    

The mountain behind the villa was covered in dense jungle. Borrowing the starlight, one could see the summit of the mountain with a glance.    

    

When Yue Zitong glanced through the window and casually glanced at the peak of the mountain, she didn't know why, but it seemed as if she saw a person.    

    

Subconsciously, she looked up once more — it was pitch black. There wasn't even a shadow of a ghost. Where was she?    

    

"Even if there's someone, it's none of my business!"    

    

Yue Zitong had said these words several times in her heart tonight.    

    

Only people who no longer cared about the world would like to say such words.    

    

In the phone book, after finding the number of Young Master Jack of Cloud World, Yue Zitong clicked on it.    

    

It was now half past two in the morning.    

    

If Feng Dashao didn't go to the night scene to have fun, then he should be sleeping.    

    

Therefore, after the phone rang ten times, but no one answered, Yue Zitong didn't get angry and continued to dial.    

    

Finally, on her third call, Feng Dashao's vague and impatient voice came out of the phone, "Who is it? Was he sick? Call me at this time! "    

    

At two in the morning, anyone who was woken up by the ringing of their mobile phone would be filled with anger and not even look at the caller ID.    

    

Yue Zitong understood him and said calmly, "I am Yue Zitong."    

    

"Yue Zi? "Tongtong, it's you?"    

    

Feng Dashao, who had been chasing after Director Yue for many times, suddenly became clear-headed. He got up with a grunt, completely out of sleep. He held his phone with both hands and asked, "Tongtong, what's the matter, give me a call at this time?"    

    

Before Yue Zitong could answer, the girl with one long leg hanging on Feng Dashao's waist mumbled sleepily, "What are you doing, calling someone in the middle of the night?"    

    

If this girl was awake, she would never use such a vengeful tone to talk to Feng Dashao.    

    

Who did she think she was?    

    

Did she really think that she would be Feng Dashao's girlfriend after sleeping with him for a few days?    

    

What a joke.    

    

Sigh, female university students nowadays have extremely low IQs. They like to take jokes seriously and even pay homage to others.    

    

"Move aside!"    

    

Feng Dashao was annoyed. He pushed that leg to the side and suddenly realized that Yue Zitong, who was on the other side of the phone, had probably already heard that he had a woman beside him.    

    

If he hadn't pursued Director Yue so many times, Feng Dashao wouldn't have cared about these things. Brother had a girl by his side, who could care about that?    

    

But the problem was, Feng Dashao still hadn't given up on pursuing Director Yue. Now that she heard that there was a woman here, would she have a good impression of him?    

    

Feng Dashao quickly explained: "T-that." Tongtong, it was the voice from the television just now. I forgot to turn off the TV before I went to sleep. Wait a moment. "    

    

Feng Dashao praised his cleverness in his heart. He held the phone, lifted his leg and kicked the girl who was about to put her leg on top of him off the bed.    

    

The girl cried out in pain from the fall and was no longer sleepy. Her eyes opened wide in confusion.    

    

Feng Dashao was too lazy to say anything, he just pointed at the door with a stern expression and said silently, "Get out. "Hurry up!"    

    

She was a girl who even dreamed of being the Young Mistress of the Feng family. How could she dare to disobey Feng Dashao's wishes? She quickly wrapped her body in a blanket and obediently went out.    

    

Feng Dashao finally let go of his phone after the door was closed. He asked in a friendly manner: "Tongtong, what can I do for you?"    

    

Yue Zitong had entered the demonic state of mind, but she didn't have it. She was also capable of analyzing and judging. Of course, she could guess something from the girls' phone calls. Feng Dashao was trying his best to hide it.    

    

But she didn't care. She just asked on her own terms: "Do you have any plans for Sunday tomorrow?"    

    

In fact, it was already Sunday. In a few hours, the sky would brighten.    

    

Feng Dashao obviously wouldn't point out Director Yue's mistake, so he said it was fine without any hesitation.    

    

He had something to do.    

    

Before going to bed last night, he had already promised the girl that he would go shopping and buy a bag for her.    

    

However, since the goddess of his dreams asked, he would say that he was going to accompany the gold lady to buy a bag, even if he had to board Mars at dawn, he would say that it was fine.    

    

"Tomorrow, I will go to the Cloud Pavilion Mountain to pray for Buddha. I want you to accompany me there."    

    

After a pause, Yue Zitong continued, "Just the two of us. At nine in the morning, you came to pick me up. Is there a problem? "    

    

Cloud Pavilion Mountain was a small hill in the southwest suburb of Green Mountain. The scenery was not bad, and on the mountain, there was a small temple that was very old.    

    

Before the Cloud Pavilion mountain area had even been developed, it was already a desolate place.    

    

Now that the birds had gone over there to take a dump, compared to the Thousand Buddha Mountain that was just a place to go to, it was much more remote. Even the spirits of Buddha seem to be inferior to this place.    

    

Feng Dashao didn't care whether the Buddha Spirit of Cloud Pavilion Mountain was good or not. As long as he could be with Director Yue, even if there were no Buddha, he would still go to Mars.    

    

Just the two of them.    

    

Two people!    

    

These three words had quite a bit of meaning. It was best to go to the Sahara Desert.    

    

After Feng Dashao said the eighth question in one breath, Yue Zitong hung up the phone and threw it on the bed. She faced the mountain outside the window with her head held high and opened her arms, closing her eyes and sighing contentedly.    

    

With a squeak, the door opened.    

    

The light from the glass chandelier above the living room spilled in, casting a rectangle on the floor.    

    

Yue Zitong didn't turn around. She kept her arms spread wide as she faced out the window with her eyes closed. She lightly hummed "Like You" from the Huang Family pony.    

    

Seeing her standing at the window in the pose of being the female lead in Titanic, as if she could travel to the moon at any time, Lee Nanfang coughed dryly and slowly walked over.