Strongest Guard

"You are my rose, you are my flower, you are my lover, I will always love the rose. A flower bloomed …    

    

and there's one that -- "    

    

In the kitchen, Lee Nanfang shook his head and shook his body as if he was shaking a pendulum. He hummed "You are My Rose" while grabbing the fried spoon with his left hand and the spoon in his right was flying up and down, even playing with flowers from time to time.    

    

If an outsider were to see him, they would definitely think he was a happy man. He would get up early in the morning and cook for his wife. Not only did he not complain, he would even treat cooking as a pleasure.    

    

It was a pity that he was deaf.    

    

What?    

    

Not deaf?    

    

F * ck, stop joking around.    

    

If he wasn't deaf, how could he be indifferent to the screams of women that could be heard from thirty miles away?    

    

Oh, so it really wasn't deaf.    

    

If he was truly deaf, then he would not be able to lift the spoon in his hand and beat the time for the scream to ring out.    

    

Judging by the time, Helan Xiaoxin should wake up as well.    

    

As for how scared Lee Nanfang would be after she found out that she had become so ugly in the mirror, Lee Nanfang didn't want to care.    

    

He only wanted to cook a sumptuous breakfast for his aunt to make her happy and treat him like a normal man.    

    

"Sigh, if a man is too outstanding, it will instead become a crime."    

    

Helan Xiaoxin's scream suddenly stopped. The spoon in Lee Nanfang's right hand lost its power to fly up and down. It hit the edge of the spoon heavily a few times. With his left hand shaking, the tomato scrambled egg in the spoon fell accurately onto the plate beside him.    

    

Unexpectedly, not a single drop of soup was spilled.    

    

This proved that Lee Nanfang's cooking skills were even better.    

    

Last night, Lee Nanfang misunderstood that his aunt was a shameless person, and lightly patted her delicate face twice. In the end, she was completely disappointed in him, so he pondered about what kind of effective measures he should take to make up for his aunt's injuries.    

    

After thinking about it, Lee Nanfang chose to cook.    

    

The ancients had said it all, but there was nothing women didn't like.    

    

The more beautiful a girl was, the crazier her mouth would be.    

    

Through her mouth — ah, no, through her mouth — it seemed wrong, but through her appetite, the conqueror, was the most practical way.    

    

She would never forget it until she had eaten a meal made by a man.    

    

Lee Nanfang had the confidence, but also the confidence.    

    

But the problem was, if Lee Nanfang wanted to serve his aunt at all times, then his plan of hiding in the dark and observing those who didn't know anything, daring to bully his people while he wasn't home, would completely fail.    

    

Sigh, as long as I can coax my aunt, who cares if I plan or not?    

    

A huge plan was not as important as trying to coax his beloved girl.    

    

After making up his mind, Lee Nanfang drove to the vegetable supermarket not far away right after dawn. He picked up his aunt's favorite food, bought several big bags of food, and worked in the kitchen for two hours.    

    

"Let's call it a day."    

    

Ye Zichen snapped his fingers, then looked at the eight delicious and delicate dishes on the table, causing Lee Nanfang to gulp.    

    

He didn't believe it.    

    

What beautiful girl would be able to resist this delicacy that he had racked his brains for?    

    

"Would you like some good wine? Even though he was drinking in the morning, he seemed to be putting on an act. However, he was already acting cool by stir-frying so many delicious dishes in the morning. Acting once is acting, while acting twice is acting. "    

    

Wiping his hands on the towel and taking off his apron, Lee Nanfang shook his head regretfully: "Unfortunately, Lao Jin has not delivered the National Wine that I have stored for 60 years. Otherwise, my aunt would be so happy as she eats delicacies and drinks fine wine. "    

    

It was a pity that there was no transcendent national wine, but Lee Nanfang still remembered that his aunt had a Lafite from eight years ago in her wine cabinet.    

    

Although that thing was very bitter like a horse's urine, it was a love of beauties, better than nothing.    

    

Lee Nanfang's mind was filled with thoughts of how to coax his aunt. As for Helan Xiaoxin — who was Helan Xiaoxin?    

    

Oh, that wailing woman just now.    

    

What's wrong? Why did you suddenly stop screaming when you asked her?    

    

Why, she had been frightened by her face in the mirror.    

    

Aside from scorpions, there were spiders on her face, or even Bee Centipedes. Even an ordinary girl would not be able to take it, much less someone like her, who viewed her appearance with more importance than her life.    

    

Her white and tender face was like that of an insect meeting. It would be strange if she wasn't frightened.    

    

Serves him right.    

    

He deserved to be scared to death.    

    

"Hmph, who allowed her to bully my aunt like that?"    

    

Lee Nanfang heard the soft footsteps coming from the stairs in the living room when he was pouring the Lafite that Yue Zitong traded over for a collection from other places with a high price one year ago into the wine decanter.    

    

Lee Nanfang quickly put down the wine bottle and walked out of the restaurant in quick steps. He raised his head and saw his aunt holding the banister with her left hand as she walked down gracefully.    

    

She was wearing a plain white sportswear today, flat canvas shoes with a black white background, and a white baseball cap. Her ink-dyed hair was tied in a ponytail, and she swayed up and down as she walked down the stairs.    

    

He swayed gracefully like a pure snow lotus on a mountain, looking like a complete mess.    

    

The most important thing was his face.    

    

There was no hidden bitterness. The golden morning sun shining through the skylight shone on her face, making her look as if she was coated with a layer of golden light. It made her look like a Bodhisattva descending to the mortal world, making people want to kneel down and worship her.    

    

I will not need to kneel down and kowtow.    

    

Lee Nanfang would rather not have this wife, than to be like Lao Xie, in order to coax his wife to kneel and rub the board.    

    

Men have gold under their knees. Although this was a bullshit remark — this was the conclusion that Lee Nanfang made every time he looked down at his knees when he was short of money.    

    

However, it also had its reasons, so he definitely wouldn't learn from Lao Xie, who was afraid of his wife. At most, he would smile and quickly walk to the stairs, raise his hand, and make a gesture of support as he respectfully said: "Aunt, you're up."    

    

He made a gesture of support, just to make clear his attitude, but did not intend for Yue Zitong to pay attention to him.    

    

Surprisingly, Yue Zitong actually smiled and put her left hand on his palm. She asked, "Nanfang, why didn't you sleep for a while longer?"    

    

Damn, her reaction was very unscientific.    

    

Yue Zitong's "kind" performance made Lee Nanfang's heart skip a beat. He didn't have much time to think before he explained with a smile: "I've been sleeping too much recently, so I can also stop sleeping. "Aunt, you dress up so valiantly. Are you going out for a walk?"    

    

Treading on the green was a term used only when spring arrived.    

    

It was now winter, and the wild grass was already withered. How could he still walk like this?    

    

However, Boss Lee, who didn't want too many people to know about his education, could think of this term to describe how his aunt wanted to go out to play. It was already not bad.    

    

Yue Zitong, too, did not mind. She walked towards the dining room with his help, "That's right." I want to go to Cloud Pavilion Mountain and pay my respects to Buddha. "    

    

"Cloud Pavilion Mountain?"    

    

Lee Nanfang had heard of this place before. After helping his aunt pull out a chair, he casually asked: "How come you suddenly want to pay your respects to Buddha? If you want to worship Buddha, you can go to Thousand Buddha Mountain. The Buddha of the Thousand Buddha Mountain is very famous. "    

    

Yue Zitong slowly sat down and explained, "Being famous is not equal to being a spirit. I've long since heard from others that the buddhist faith in the Cloud Pavilion Mountain is extremely effective. Those who have always wanted to go there, have never had the chance. "    

    

Slightly raising her round chin, she let Lee Nanfang tie up her napkin. Yue Zitong looked back at him and said softly, "I go there for two main things." One thing. Thank you, Lord Buddha, for protecting you and for your safe return from that land of death. "    

    

Jack's eyes suddenly became moist, and he looked like he was about to cry. His voice also became choked with sobs, "Aunt, you … you are too kind to me. "Nanfang has no way of recompense, he can only promise his life to be your slave, to be your slave, to not even scowl at the sea of fire on top of the mountain."    

    

Lee Nanfang was moved by himself after he had unreservedly contributed all the appropriate idioms that he could think of to his beloved aunt.    

    

"Well, silly boy, what are you thanking me for? I'm your aunt. If I don't treat you well, who else can I treat well? "    

    

Aunt Yue sighed lightly and wiped the corner of her eyes for Boss Lee. She continued, "The second thing is to make a wish. Hopefully, this New Year's Day, I can safely walk into the palace of marriage. "This time next year, hug that chubby kid again."    

    

"What?"    

    

Lee Nanfang was shocked.    

    

Although the country was promoting marriage and early childbirth, allowing a girl to marry her son at the age of twenty, that was just promotion, okay?    

    

One out of ten girls would be lucky to respond to this call.    

    

Especially a strong woman like Yue Zitong, who was only 22 years old and was about to get married and give birth – she seemed to be joking.    

    

Besides, Lee Nanfang wasn't ready to get married and be a dad.    

    

Yes, Loong Chengcheng was already pregnant with Lee Nanfang's vile spawn. He could already be considered as a foster father.    

    

As for when the baby was born and who raised it, he didn't need to care about that at all, so it wasn't really a big deal.    

    

But Yue Zitong was different.    

    

If she was really pregnant, not only would Lee Nanfang be an old lady for at least a year, he would also have to take care of her. He would also have to take care of a series of tasks such as changing the child's diapers and cleaning the house at night.    

    

Moreover, both the little husband and wife are at home waiting on me, who's going to be handed over to Kaihuang Group and Nanfang Group?    

    

Yue Zitong and Lee Nanfang were the soul of their respective companies. If they didn't go for a day, those people wouldn't know how to survive. How could their companies soar? It would be great if they didn't go bankrupt.    

    

"No, no."    

    

Thinking that it was possible to give up on the couple's big business for the sake of your father, Lee Nanfang became more and more scared. He shook his head and said, "Aunt, you are only 22 years old this year, why are you so anxious to be a mother? "Besides, if you really want to nurse a baby at home, what's going to happen to the company?"    

    

Yue Zitong shook her head, interrupting him, "I suddenly understand a lot of things that happened to you this time. When a person lives, the most important thing is not to earn money, but to have a family of one's own. I wish I had enough money to spend, but children are a continuation of my life. "If.    

    

Yue Zitong forcefully pursed her lips, lowered her head and said, "If anything happens to me in the future, I'll never see my child again."    

    

Lee Nanfang looked sad and his lips moved. He didn't know what to say.    

    

"Well, sit down. "Come, eat with my aunt."    

    

Yue Zitong smiled and patted his hand gently. "Let me see if your cooking skills are that good."    

    

The facts proved that Lee Nanfang's cooking skills had improved significantly.    

    

Yue Zitong was full of praises. The meal lasted for 40 minutes until the shrill sound of a car horn came from outside the yard.    

    

"Alright, it's time for me to leave."    

    

Yue Zitong pushed her bowl forward and stood up.