Strongest Guard

When Lee Nanfang opened his eyes in the morning, he heard those words.    

He had known Yue Zitong for half a year, but this was the first time he heard her use such a tone to talk to him.    

Although the term "scum" had a certain derogatory connotations, Lee Nanfang decided to forgive her for her impoliteness when he saw that his aunt couldn't help it from the bottom of her heart. He thought over and over again about this sentence before going to bed last night.    

Carefully savoring the deep love in Yue Zitong's voice as she said this.    

He was sure that after Yue Zitong said that, he was completely impressed by this woman.    

This gave Lee Nanfang a sense of accomplishment. After lying down last night, he tossed and turned in excitement. No matter how hard he forced himself to sleep, it was useless. He always thought about those sexy scenes.    

There was no doubt that when Yue Zitong's aunt left, Lee Nanfang would ask her to play as an air stewardess and a teacher — no matter what she wore, she had to wear black silk.    

Who told Boss Lee to rely on black silk technology to become a business?    

If his wife didn't wear his black silk products, how could he guarantee that other people's wives would wear it?    

At that time, I believe that there is no reason for you to refuse.    

That was the reason why Lee Nanfang could not sleep at night. He only managed to fall asleep at 4 am, and when he woke up in the morning, he heard the scum of "I love you" again.    

No matter how nice it was, or how warm and sweet the words were, after torturing someone for an entire night, it would still cause a person's head to hurt so much that it would make one want to go crazy.    

"F * ck you, Lee Nanfang, aren't you too useless? Wasn't it just getting rid of his own wife? What was there to be so excited about that made his head hurt. Didn't you take care of a lot of women before? You can play however you want them to, but it's not like this. "Sigh, he's so unpromising, so unpromising."    

Lee Nanfang finally felt better after sitting up and rubbing his head with both of his hands and knocking the back of his head against the wall a few times.    

"But one thing is certain. As long as we can get rid of Aunt, it's fine if any other woman doesn't want her —" "Really?" Sui Yueyue, Cherry Blossom, Chiang Morann, Suya Qier, Alice, Croft, and even Loong Chengcheng and Helan Xiaoxin. F * ck. How could I have offended so many women? It's a sin, a sin. "    

After repenting sincerely, Lee Nanfang opened the door and walked out of the bedroom.    

The door to the living room was wide open, and a cold breeze blew in, causing him to shudder and hurriedly wrap his clothes around himself.    

As he walked towards the bathroom, he heard a cheerful whistle coming from behind the door of the restaurant.    

There weren't many women who could whistle, but there were plenty.    

Many men with old ideas always felt that women were frivolous when they whistled.    

Actually, they didn't understand much.    

When a woman blows, a man feels better.    

Judging from the open living room door, Yue Zitong had just come back from her morning practice, so she put on her apron and went to the dining room to cook.    

After Aunt Yue said what she wanted to say yesterday, while she was impressed by Lee Nanfang, she also felt relaxed. The two of them probably wouldn't always be able to hurt each other like before.    

Although mutual harm, is the process of love in the process of men and women, an indispensable process of tempering love.    

However, if the damage to each other was too great, the products that were produced would become trash and would have to be separated from each other in a f * cking way.    

Fortunately, Yue Zitong had successfully grasped this step, tempering their love to the most perfect moment.    

How could she not be happy?    

She even forgot the guide on how to teach Lee Nanfang.    

Yue Zitong whistled happily as she smelled the fragrance of the red and yellow tomato scrambled eggs in the wok. She finally understood why Lee Nanfang had such good culinary skills.    

It turned out that cooking was a form of enjoyment.    

The moment Yue Zitong's fragrant meal was eaten by her beloved scum and wiped her mouth while saying it was delicious, she felt that it was even more satisfying than talking about a big business deal.    

"Actually, the so-called love is when you are able to appreciate and share the pleasure after giving something to each other. The reason is so simple that I actually didn't understand it before. It's simply a waste of my sexy body. Your head, what does your delicate body have to do with this? "    

Yue Zitong, who was whistling in her mouth, suddenly felt her nerves throb. Just as she was about to turn around, a pair of hands embraced her from behind.    

"Ah!    

Yue Zitong was alarmed. She raised the shovel in her hand and was about to smash it into the ground, but suddenly realized what had happened.    

Other than Scumbag Lee, who else could the person who suddenly hugged her from behind?    

Who would have the guts to do so?!    

This means that my efforts have not been in vain.]    

In order to share the happiness of this scumbag, it was f * cking easy for me?    

In the middle of winter, although there is heating and air-conditioning, what other housewife can wear only a black three-piece suit and a small apron like this, showing off the sexiness of my cook?    

Yue Zitong secretly suspected that her action of dressing up like this in order to curry favor with Lee Nanfang. At the same time, she was also enjoying the feeling of being hugged by scum from behind.    

After Yue Zitong hummed softly and kicked lightly with her black silky feet, he then breathed heavily and scolded with dissatisfaction, "Witch, you're dressed like this and are trying to lure me into committing a crime, aren't you?"    

"Great sir, did the witch go and provoke you?"    

Yue Zitong raised her round chin, rolled her eyes, and asked in a flirtatious manner.    

"The reason you're dressed like this is because you're deliberately trying to seduce me."    

"Then, should I go change?"    

"No."    

"Why isn't it working again?"    

"I like being seduced by a witch. Very soon, I will be able to eat those with skin and bones. "    

"Ha, uncle, you sure know how to joke around. It's not certain who will eat who. "You must have heard that there are only dead cows and no plowed land."    

Yue Zitong giggled and turned around. She only glanced at Lee Nanfang and her expression changed, "F * ck, how did you end up like this!?" Was this a night spent in a pig's den? "    

"What's going on?"    

Lee Nanfang asked in confusion.    

"Wait."    

Yue Zitong pushed him away, opened a drawer in the cupboard, and took out a small mirror.    

When cooking, even when squatting on the toilet, can take out a small mirror, narcissistic to look at and look at, is a woman's patent.    

"What the f * ck? Is … is this still me?"    

When Lee Nanfang saw himself in the small mirror, he was so shocked that his jaw almost dislocated.    

Although he was a righteous man, he was like all women and valued his face a lot.    

Yue Zitong's face had already been scratched by a bloody scar, causing his heart to ache so much that it bled profusely.    

But he would rather be caught by his aunt than be like this in the mirror.    

What was this all about?    

His eyes were filled with red silk, his eye sockets were sunken, and his face was gloomy. His mouth had a green and hollow beard, and his hair was a mess as if he had been bitten by a dog — was this still the elegant Lee Nanfang?    

This was a beggar who had just woken up from his sleep in the straw mound.    

"How did you end up like this? What did you do last night? "    

Yue Zitong was also very surprised. She grabbed a cloth that was used to wipe the stove and vigorously wiped his face.    

Not only was it not wiped clean, it was even smeared with oil, causing his face to change drastically. His image was even more unsightly.    

"Sorry, sorry."    

Yue Zitong quickly threw away the cloth, lowered her head and opened her mouth. She spat on her palm and used her hand to wipe his face.    

This woman must have done it on purpose.    

Wiping Lee Nanfang's face with her saliva was already very insulting. Then she mixed it with oil and it made his face look like a black dude from Africa.    

"Oh, I know. The reason why I can become like this is all because of you. "    

Sighing, Lee Nanfang pushed Yue Zitong away.    

Yue Zitong immediately cried out, "Master, you are wrongly accusing This Dowager." Where did I go to your room last night? "I clearly …"    

"It was all because of those words you said. It took you an entire night to let your thoughts run wild. You only fell asleep in the morning when it was 4 am."    

Lee Nanfang interrupted her, turned around and walked out.    

Yue Zitong was stunned. "What did I say? Can it make you lose sleep?"    

"I won't say."    

Just as he walked out of the restaurant's door, the woman seemed to have gone mad. She started to laugh coquettishly: "Ha, haha, I got it. Scum, I love you. Lee Nanfang, you're finished. You're really finished, you're hopeless! "    

However, even if she was completely convinced by me and said those words from the bottom of her heart, I would still be so excited that I would lose sleep.    

I didn't sleep all night before, and I never made it look like this.    

It was strange.    

Could this be the power of love?    

Black Dragon, Black Dragon, hurry up and tell me, is this it?    

The black dragon hiding inside his dantian had no reaction at all.    

This made Lee Nanfang a little angry: "Damn, it's always like this. You don't need to get involved to make a ruckus. I used you, but you played dead. "Damn."    

Lee Nanfang rubbed the shower gel on his face eight times, then casually took the clothes that Yue Zitong had left hanging by the window to dry. After wiping them a few times on his face, Lee Nanfang finally felt better.    

However, it was not good soon after.    

The commoners often said that it was unlucky for a man to wipe his face with a woman's panties.    

In Yue Zitong's bedroom on the second floor, there was a private bathroom.    

Usually, when she was drying this thing, she would be upstairs.    

But what, in the washroom below, there was such a thing?    

Lee Nanfang, who was full of bad luck, quickly understood.    

This must have been a very important part of his aunt's plan to train him.    

She knew that Zi Fann was a normal stinking man and would be "interested" in girls' intimate clothes, so she put them here on purpose to lure Lee Nanfang to do something.    

"What a schemer. "It's so strange, her IQ grew really fast in this area."    

While Lee Nanfang was cursing, there was a knock on the bathroom door.    

Before he could react, the door was pushed open.    

Yue Zitong, who had already taken off her apron but was wearing a black three-piece suit, stuck her head in with a big smile on her face and asked, "Little girl, do you see my black pants?"    

"Don't remind me, I've already used it."    

Lee Nanfang didn't have a lot of ways to deal with this female hooligan who was glaring at him and glaring at the thing underneath his crotch. He could only say coldly: "Congratulations, you have succeeded in your scheme. I've already used that thing to wipe my face. "    

"Wiping your face?"    

Yue Zitong was stunned. "No, not all of it is used to wipe — ha, ha, ha. "Little girl, your taste is really heavy."