Strongest Guard

An ear-piercing horn sounded out, breaking Lee Nanfang's heartwarming breakfast time.    

    

Before he could curse, Yue Zitong stood up and suddenly said that it was time for her to go.    

    

Boss Lee was immediately confused: "You should go? Aunt, where are you going? "    

    

"Didn't I tell you that I'm going to the Cloud Pavilion Mountain to pay my respects?"    

    

Wiping the corner of her mouth with a napkin, Yue Zitong picked up the small bag on the corner of the table, turned around and walked towards the door.    

    

"Wait."    

    

Boss Lee got up and grabbed her wrist: "I'm not full yet. I'm almost done. I'll be gone at most three minutes."    

    

Yue Zitong blinked and said softly, "You can continue to eat after I leave."    

    

"Hmm?"    

    

Lee Nanfang finally noticed that something was wrong. He put down the chopsticks in his hand and looked at her.    

    

Yue Zitong said as she pulled his hand away, "I will go to the Cloud Pavilion to worship Buddha, you don't need to go. Just wait at home. I'll be back after dark. "    

    

Lee Nanfang looked at her and didn't say anything.    

    

Yue Zitong also looked at him, but she didn't say anything. She only quietly smiled.    

    

After a moment of silence, Lee Nanfang asked in a deep voice: "Who are you going to the Cloud Pavilion Mountain with?"    

    

Yue Zitong answered frankly, "Feng Yuntine."    

    

Lee Nanfang was quite familiar with the name Feng Yuntine.    

    

In front of Ye Zichen's eyes, Feng Dashao immediately looked like he was burning a bag.    

    

Slowly, he picked up the chopsticks and knocked on the plate. When Lee Nanfang spoke again, his voice was a little hoarse, "So, you said you wanted to get married and have a baby, not me. "It's Feng Dashao."    

    

Yue Zitong didn't answer.    

    

Most of the time, not saying anything signified the meaning of "yes".    

    

Lee Nanfang laughed. "You are taking revenge on me."    

    

Yue Zitong shook her head and denied, "It's not exactly revenge, right? I just don't think it's appropriate for the two of us to be together. I am a man made up of stupidity, pretense, and shamelessness. Always do something that bothers you. And for that, I feel especially guilty -- "    

    

"Guilt your head."    

    

Lee Nanfang felt his heart was in turmoil as he opened his mouth to interrupt her.    

    

Yue Zitong didn't get angry. She said softly, "Nanfang, what you said is wrong." "I'm your aunt …"    

    

With a loud noise, Lee Nanfang picked up the tomato scrambled egg that hadn't even eaten half of it and threw it at her chest.    

    

He had had enough of this stupid woman.    

    

Because he misunderstood her and was so angry, he didn't consider her humiliating situation, as if he was playing with her. He touched her face twice, and she pretended not to be angry.    

    

This was all just a joke.    

    

Revenge.    

    

The red fruit's revenge!    

    

How could she be so stupid?    

    

She blamed Boss Lee for not believing her, but she didn't think about it at all. If any man came home late at night and saw the woman he loved and the other men, he would probably be furious.    

    

At that time, who the hell would still be able to maintain their damned sanity and figure out how to believe that a woman wouldn't let them down?    

    

In other words, all of her faults were Lee Nanfang's, so she shouldn't have used such a despicable method to get revenge on him.    

    

She could cry, she could cause trouble, she could even secretly poison a big fellow with rat poison, and she shouldn't use such a foolish method of revenge, alright?    

    

Ha, to marry Feng Yuntine, you have to hug a big fat kid at this time of next year.    

    

Damn it, Yue Zitong, how did you open your mouth and say that!    

    

The thing that made people most nauseous was that before Feng Dashao came, she always let Lee Nanfang misunderstand that she was going to marry him and give birth to a child, which would give her a headache.    

    

How laughable.    

    

How laughable.    

    

Looking at Yue Zitong, who was covered in tomatoes, Lee Nanfang laughed silently.    

    

He realized that he had had enough.    

    

She was right, she was just a stupid, shameless pack.    

    

Yue Zitong didn't laugh.    

    

He frowned slightly but remained calm and used the tone of an elder to say: "Nanfang, when you are dating a girl in the future, remember to maintain the manly demeanor that you should have. Don't do it. That way, the girl will be sad. "    

    

"Stop nagging, hurry up and f * ck off."    

    

Lee Nanfang picked up a plate of stir-fried garlic and was about to throw it over, but he felt bored and dispirited. He put it back on the table and didn't even look at her once.    

    

Yue Zitong turned around and left.    

    

She was covered with tomatoes, and of course she would have to go back to her room for a bath and a change of clothes.    

    

Beep! Beep!    

    

Feng Dashao, who arrived half an hour earlier than the promised time, pressed his horn again.    

    

Yue Zitong, who was walking out of the restaurant, looked out the window and took out her cell phone from her bag.    

    

Her voice was not loud when she made the call, but it was just loud enough for Lee Nanfang to hear, "Yuntine, wait outside for a while. I haven't changed my clothes yet -- in the car, don't come home. At home, there is a dog. "    

    

When she said "Yuntine", her tone was extremely gentle.    

    

When she said she had a dog at home, Lee Nanfang really wanted to grab the plate on the table and split her pretty head in half with a plate.    

    

But it was quickly relieved.    

    

This was a woman's revenge.    

    

When a woman retaliates against a man, her most terrible revenge is not to fight him with a knife, or to set the house on fire, never to die, but to torment herself.    

    

It was as if the more he tortured himself, the more severe the blow he dealt to the men.    

    

The guy next door was especially numb to it. In reality, that was the case.    

    

Suddenly, he remembered that Yue Zitong purposely let him hear her calling Feng Dashao because she hoped that he would brutally beat her up. Lee Nanfang didn't want to fight anymore, all he wanted was to set a big fire and burn his Yue Family's Villa to ashes.    

    

After a while, when the heavy blow didn't come, Yue Zitong couldn't help but turn around in disappointment.    

    

Lee Nanfang was pouring water into a glass with a bottle.    

    

His expression was calm and he didn't seem to be on the verge of going crazy.    

    

It was as if she would go out with whoever she loved.    

    

If you have a baby with anyone, you have a baby.    

    

It was none of his business!    

    

After biting her lips, Yue Zitong quickly went upstairs.    

    

About ten minutes later, Yue Zitong, who had changed into a light gray sportswear once again, walked past the restaurant with an impatient look on her face.    

    

Lee Nanfang was still drinking and didn't even bat an eyelid.    

    

It was as if he didn't see Yue Zitong walk over at all.    

    

However, if Yue Zitong looked closely, she would see that the veins on the back of his right hand, which was holding onto the wine cup, were bulging, looking as frightening as a small snake.    

    

"Tongtong, you dressed too valiantly today."    

    

Today, the wind blew from the south, and after Feng Dashao's attentive voice was blown by the wind, even Lee Nanfang in the restaurant could hear it.    

    

However, he didn't hear what Yue Zitong said.    

    

Very soon, there was the sound of the door closing, followed by another "di di di" sound as the car turned around and left.    

    

Lee Nanfang was still drinking. Look, he didn't even look out the window.    

    

Just as he picked up the bottle again and poured the last drop into the wine cup, a charming fragrance filled the air. The sound of footsteps could be heard, resembling that of a cat walking.    

    

Lee Nanfang raised his eyelids and looked at Ye Zichen with an indifferent gaze.    

    

"Drinking alone is too boring. I'll accompany you? "    

    

Helan Xiaoxin, in a black sleeveless qipao, barefooted, had a stunning smile on her face. She was holding a bottle of white wine in her left hand and a box of cigarettes in her right, leaning against the door frame of the restaurant like a smiling lady.    

    

Some people wouldn't be able to live past one, two, or three, even if they lived to be eighty.    

    

Some people, on the other hand, were able to reach the realm of '456' in just a few hours.    

    

Without a doubt, Helan Xiaoxin was the latter.    

    

Last night — not to mention all that crap last night.    

    

Simply speaking, when she saw the face in the mirror that she viewed as more lifelike, it had become so ugly and terrifying. It cried out miserably as it fainted, but when she woke up …    

    

She hadn't fainted for long.    

    

Yue Zitong woke up when she walked gracefully past her bedroom door for the first time.    

    

But at that time, she didn't have a soul.    

    

The back of his head was resting on shackles as he stared blankly at the sky outside the window, not thinking of anything.    

    

She didn't even know if she was dead or alive.    

    

If there were really a lot of insects on her face due to Scumbag Lee's stabbing, then she would be dead.    

    

But why would a dead person feel pain in their butt?    

    

His neck was also sore. Was it because that bastard invented this thing to make Sister Xin suffer?    

    

After an unknown period of time, Sister Xin finally confirmed that she was still alive.    

    

Since he was still alive, lying on the ground like a dead pig was not a problem.    

    

Even if they were to go and drink medicine and hang themselves, no one would be willing to take it from them, right?    

    

She struggled to get up and lay on the dressing table. Then, she slowly looked in the mirror again.    

    

How she wished that this was a dream.    

    

The face that made her nauseous in her dreams was not Helan Xiaoxin, but — Yue Zitong.    

    

He grinned.    

    

The monster in the mirror also grinned.    

    

"Lee Nanfang, I swear that in my next life, I will definitely marry you. I will also put on eight hundred green hats to crush you to death."    

    

Helan Xiaoxin forced a smile as she walked to the window.    

    

After her beautiful face was ruined, she no longer had anything left to live for.    

    

He didn't have any confidence that he would be able to kill Lee Nanfang, even if he died together with him.    

    

Therefore, she could only go first and bribe King Yama. In her next life, she would definitely let her be Lee Nanfang's wife.    

    

The bedroom was on the second floor.    

    

The possibility of suicide by jumping off a building was next to nothing. If one didn't die, they would become a cripple.    

    

Fortunately, the tools used in the house to assist him in killing himself, such as using a whip to tie his neck to the windowsill, and then jumping out upside down, would allow him to successfully hang himself from the southeast branch.    

    

His butt hurt.    

    

That scum, the tattoo machine was too deep. When Sister Xin bent over to tie the whip, it hurt.    

    

Suddenly, Helan Xiaoxin thought of something.    

    

Scumbag Lee used the tattoo machine on her butt and the two most important parts of her face were tattooed with disgusting insects. So why did she feel pain on her butt but not on her face?    

    

She hurried back to the dressing table and, with the help of her mouth, opened the drawer with her hand and began to rummage through the wet towels.    

    

"Wipes? Damn it, where's the wet towel! "    

    

In her confusion, she finally found the wet towel.    

    

His hands had been shackled, but he was still excited. A wet towel had actually fallen off several times.    

    

However, in the end, he was able to hold it in and ruthlessly wiped it off on his colorful face!    

    

Like a cooked egg shelling, his smooth, white face was immediately exposed under the evil scorpion.    

    

"Lee Nanfang, you finally can't bear to destroy this one. It already belongs to you!"    

    

In a split-second, Helan Xiaoxin was revived with blood flowing out of her body. Tears gushed out of her eyes like a fountain.    

    

His gratitude to Lee Nanfang was like the unending flow of the Yellow River.    

    

As for the fact that Scumbag Lee was reluctant to ruin his face, yet was willing to part with his butt like the Thorny Flower, Helan Xiaoxin instinctively chose to ignore it.    

    

This proved once again that the face was always more important than the butt.