Strongest Guard

On the way back, Yue Zitong was most worried that Lee Nanfang would have left when she returned home.    

    

Leaving her poor little aunt with Fox Helan, they flew to the Twin Dans.    

    

Very good!    

    

When Yue Zitong stopped the car and raised her head to look at the living room, she saw the guy sitting on the sofa through the open door. Then, Xinn'er, who had her throat lifted, finally landed.    

    

It's really good.    

    

As long as Lee Nanfang didn't leave, Yue Zitong was ten thousand percent sure that she could turn Lee Nanfang's tears into a smile and then gratefully hug her. She kept saying that she would never dare to misunderstand Aunt and not touch her fingers again.    

    

Of course, he could use something else to touch her.    

    

The door to the house was open. Yue Zitong was about to drive the car in, but she quickly backed the car up and parked it by the side of the road.    

    

This is Feng Yuntine's car.    

    

What qualifications did his car have to enter the love nest between her and Little Nephew?    

    

Opening the door with her left hand, she grabbed the small bag on the back of the car with her right hand. Yue Zitong jumped off the car in a hurry.    

    

When she was frightened by Yang Xiao and ran down the mountain, Yue Zitong fell down seven or eight times.    

    

Cold sweat from extreme fear had caused his clothes to collapse and his hair to stick to his forehead.    

    

In any case, she was currently looking very miserable, as if she had been pushed down by some rude man several times in a row.    

    

The reason why she didn't put on her appearance to see Lee Nanfang was because she wanted Little Nephew to see her like this. She truly wanted to see how eager she was to see him.    

    

She could think of these details when her addiction flared up.    

    

If anyone dared to say that her aunt was big and brainless, she would give them a big mouth to serve them.    

    

Yue Zitong thought about this detail, but she didn't notice that when she picked up the small bag from the backseat, she also picked up a bunch of plastic packages.    

    

The official name of this name was — Set.    

    

Some of the packaging had already been used up, but they were still connected to the useless products, dancing in the wind with Director Yue's hurried footsteps.    

    

This string of ten filled condoms was something that Feng Dashao and his little lover left behind when they went out to play.    

    

Feng Dashao, who was invited by Director Yue yesterday morning, had been in a state of high excitement for the whole day and had forgotten about the backseat.    

    

Yue Zitong, who was determined to give her life, was also distracted, and didn't notice it either.    

    

Heavens, he was definitely an old freak with a mischievous mindset.    

    

Otherwise, he wouldn't have let his aunt grab the bag when she was in a hurry to meet Little Nephew. Then, he carried the bag into the living room and walked in front of Lee Nanfang without noticing.    

    

It was impossible for him to not see it.    

    

The package of that thing was very exquisite. It was exceptionally dazzling under the light.    

    

It was especially so for Aunt Yue, who looked as if she had been pushed down by a man multiple times in the wild.    

    

"Nanfang, you didn't leave. It's too, too good."    

    

Yue Zitong stopped walking and looked at Lee Nanfang. She treated all of Lee Nanfang's Aunt's pride as if it was nothing for a girl.    

    

Just like she thought on the way back, she said sincerely: "Nanfang, I'm sorry. I was wrong. I apologize. In the future, I won't be so willful again. "    

    

Lee Nanfang didn't say anything. He didn't even move from his position on the sofa.    

    

He just gave her a wry smile, looking slowly down from her hair on her forehead, past her eyes, her nose, her small mouth — and, finally, at the small bag she was holding in her right hand.    

    

"What are you laughing at? Do you not believe that I am speaking the truth? "    

    

This fellow's strange reaction made Yue Zitong angry. Just as she was about to reprimand him out of habit, she suddenly remembered that she wanted to be gentle, care for him like an elder, and be considerate like a wife. "Speak, you! If you don't want to talk, you can. If you want to hit me, I … I won't fight back. "    

    

Lee Nanfang finally spoke: "Feng Dashao just can't do it. It took fifteen hours before I managed to push you down three times. It was a pity I wasn't there, or I would have slapped him with my big mouth. "He's f * cking losing face for us men."    

    

"What?" What, what did you say? "    

    

Yue Zitong suspected that she had misheard.    

    

Otherwise, how could she have heard such absurd words?    

    

She raised her hand to scratch her ear with the little finger of her right hand. The string of items in her hand fell to the ground with a thud.    

    

She looked down.    

    

Then, he was stunned.    

    

She wanted to ask the heavens to testify. She didn't know how she had gotten hold of this thing just now.    

    

A box of 10 condoms, already used three.    

    

The torn plastic bag, the cracked teeth, and the mouth of the monster instantly enlarged ten thousand times over in her eyes and swallowed her in one gulp.    

    

She had three condoms in her hand, and when her clothes were soaked with cold sweat, she fell down the hill as if she had been knocked over.    

    

Not to mention Lee Nanfang, even if it was any other man, they would think that Feng Dashao had done something about her when they saw her bedraggled appearance and the condoms in front of her.    

    

Staring blankly at the condom on the ground, Yue Zitong suddenly realized that her entire body was filled with mouths, but she couldn't explain it clearly. She did have the determination to take revenge on Lee Nanfang, but due to a few mishaps, she didn't do anything to let him down.    

    

But who would believe that?    

    

She didn't believe it herself.    

    

If it wasn't for Feng Dashao's sudden illness, she believed that he would be at this moment — whether she had the intention to take revenge on Lee Nanfang or not, she would be giving her life to Feng Dashao.    

    

It didn't matter if she had truly given her life, she was wrong.    

    

The mistake was outrageous.    

    

Wrong, there was nothing to say.    

    

She knelt down and picked up the bunch of disgusting condoms.    

    

Then, he walked behind the door and threw it into the wastebasket. Then, he turned around and looked at Lee Nanfang with a bitter smile and asked softly: "What's wrong, you still haven't gone to rest? Hungry? If you're hungry, I'll go down and get it for you. "    

    

"I think I'll go down there. I'm not too good at your cooking."    

    

Lee Nanfang removed his feet from the table, stood up and walked towards the kitchen: "What about you? Hungry? "I'm hungry, let me eat a bit more."    

    

Yue Zitong shook her head. "I'm not very hungry."    

    

"Then I won't be hungry anymore."    

    

Lee Nanfang walked into the kitchen without looking back. When he closed the door, he started to whistle for "Sister's tears".    

    

They did not quarrel.    

    

It was as if they didn't care that Feng Yuntine had pushed Yue Zitong down three times in the wilderness in the span of fifteen hours.    

    

Lee Nanfang didn't even ask why Yue Zitong brought the condom in front of him to make him feel disgusted.    

    

Yue Zitong didn't explain. Why would she bring this in?    

    

Ever since she jumped into Feng Yuntine's car in the morning and returned home in a sorry state at midnight, her big mistake had already been done.    

    

At this moment, any explanation, any noise, was all pale.    

    

It would be better to save some energy and think about his future plans.    

    

There was the scent of eggs in the bag. When Yue Zitong came out from the half-closed door of the kitchen, she noticed that there were a few cigarettes under the table.    

    

A few would make a few hundred.    

    

If they took one a day, Yue Zitong would not have to be dragged down by her addiction for the next two years.    

    

When Lee Nanfang walked out of the kitchen with two bowls of egg noodles, Yue Zitong had just finished smoking a cigarette.    

    

"Thank you."    

    

Yue Zitong had clearly said that she wasn't very hungry, so Lee Nanfang didn't say that he was going to give her a bowl to eat. However, when he carried the noodles to her, she politely thanked him, grabbed a bowl, and picked up the chopsticks.    

    

"You're welcome, this is your house anyway. It is very normal for a tenant like me to bring a bowl of noodles to the landlord when cooking noodles. "    

    

Lee Nanfang also shook his head politely and used his foot to pick up an embroidered block before sitting opposite Yue Zitong.    

    

The noodles were so hot that this fellow acted as if he didn't feel anything. He picked up the bowl, picked up the chopsticks and started to pull them out.    

    

Yue Zitong's skin was not as thick as his. After picking up a few noodles with her chopsticks, she even had to blow on the noodles to eat gracefully.    

    

In less than a minute, Lee Nanfang put the empty bowl on the table.    

    

Midnight snack, you don't need to eat too much, it's not good for the stomach.    

    

Patting his belly, Lee Nanfang looked at Yue Zitong who was eating a bowl of noodles with her head lowered and smiled, "Suddenly, I thought of a story about 'Cherry Blossom Little Mouth'. Tell you about it?"    

    

"Is it very funny?"    

    

Yue Zitong didn't even raise her head as she said, "If it's especially funny, then wait until I finish eating so I don't spray your face."    

    

"Your spitting on my face has a lot of meaning to it. "The joke is not that funny, it's just an old joke."    

    

Lee Nanfang lit a cigarette.    

    

Not the ones on the table, but the ones he bought himself.    

    

In the eyes of the ancients, what was the real cherry blossom?    

    

The real cherry blossom in the mouth, when eating noodles, with a slither, the noodles went in, but the vegetables on the noodles were blocked out of the mouth.    

    

"Ha, I wonder whenever I think of this passage. With a mouth that's not much thicker than a toothpick, how are men supposed to use it? "    

    

As Scumbag Lee was talking, his thoughts started to slide down again. However, he saw sparkling tears dripping onto his face from Yue Zitong's cheeks.    

    

She seemed to not know what was going on as she continued to eat the noodles in small bites.    

    

This made Lee Nanfang feel that his laughter was extremely harsh. His cheeks bulged, his mouth shut, and he started smoking.    

    

Yue Zitong took half an hour to finish a bowl of noodles that Lee Nanfang could finish in a minute.    

    

As long as she ate, her tears fell.    

    

No wonder people always say that women are made of water.    

    

She ate very earnestly.    

    

It was also very clean.    

    

Just like how, after eating this noodles, she would go to the execution ground and die bravely.    

    

"The noodles you cook are also much better than mine."    

    

Pushing away the empty bowl, Yue Zitong wiped her mouth with a tissue and looked at Lee Nanfang: "Helan Xiaoxin, you're leaving?"    

    

"Let's go."    

    

"You drove her away?"    

    

"No. She was taken away by soldiers. "    

    

Lee Nanfang hesitated for a moment: "In the future, you might never see her again."    

    

Yue Zitong didn't ask why she was taken away by the soldiers. She only nodded and asked, "Will you miss her?"    

    

Thinking for a moment, Lee Nanfang said: "Yes." Because of her, she's very pitiful. "    

    

"He's even more pitiful than me?"    

    

"At the very least, she would never do something that would torture herself."    

    

Lee Nanfang said lightly and stood up: "It's getting late, rest early."    

    

He did not say that he would leave after dawn and would never come to this house again.    

    

That was because he believed that even if he didn't say anything, Yue Zitong would still know.    

    

Lying on the hard wooden bed, Lee Nanfang suddenly felt reluctant.    

    

Was it because he couldn't bear to part with Yue Zitong, or because he couldn't bear to part with Yue Zitong …    

    

Who knows.    

    

When Lee Nanfang woke up, the sky outside his window had just begun to brighten.    

    

The weather was getting colder, the sun was getting lazier, and by the time it was six thirty in the morning, it was already shining brightly in the summer.    

    

He got off the bed.    

    

Lee Nanfang spread out his hands, yawned in satisfaction and opened the door.    

    

Then he saw Yue Zitong.