Strongest Guard

This was a very ordinary table, exactly the same as the other tables in the bar.    

    

There was a glass of wine and an ashtray on the table, which meant that someone was sitting here.    

    

There were a few empty tables beside him, but there was no one there. Yue Zitong shouldn't have come to this table and stared at the lonely cup of wine. The ashtray hesitated for a moment before sitting down.    

    

When she sat down, she did not know why she was sitting in this booth.    

    

The booth seemed to possess some sort of magic for her, attracting her to come over and sit down.    

    

Waitress, who had "achieved what she wanted", immediately walked over and asked gently what she wanted to drink.    

    

"Just — don't go home tonight."    

    

Yue Zitong pursed her lips and said softly as she looked at the wine cup on the table.    

    

"Sure, please wait a moment."    

    

Waitress nodded and turned to leave. Yue Zitong then asked, "Is there anyone here?"    

    

"Nope."    

    

Waitress looked at the solitary cup of wine and said softly, "You mean this cup of wine? This was ordered by a teacher, but he did not drink it. He held the wine cup in his hand and stared blankly for a long time. When he looked at the wine cup in a daze, his gaze was especially gentle.    

    

Waitress had probably watched too many love movies, so she really hoped that some of the scenes from the TV show would also appear.    

    

Otherwise, she wouldn't have explained to Yue Zitong so earnestly that there had once been a man sitting here a few minutes ago, reminiscing about his former love.    

    

However, Yue Zitong didn't pay much attention to it.    

    

However, since Waitress seemed to be very enthusiastic, he couldn't say that he was too lazy to listen to this romantic soap, so he casually asked, "Oh, what does that mister look like?"    

    

Waitress had been secretly observing Lee Nanfang for a long time.    

    

Especially when he took out the money, he didn't even look at how much it was, he just put it on the table and left in such a carefree manner that it made her feel extremely depressed.    

    

Therefore, when Yue Zitong casually asked about that person's appearance, she immediately described Lee Nanfang's appearance in clear language.    

    

When he first heard what she said, Yue Zitong took out her phone and casually flipped through the pages, but she remained indifferent.    

    

However, as she listened, she stopped flipping through her phone and slowly raised her head to look at Waitress with a peculiar expression.    

    

"Madam, I'll get you some wine."    

    

Waitress was scared by Yue Zitong's strange gaze. She forced a smile and turned around to leave, but then she heard her say, "You, wait a moment."    

    

After calling out to Waitress, Yue Zitong took out lipstick from her bag and started drawing something on the table.    

    

As early as the age of seven or eight, Yue Zitong began to learn painting.    

    

If she had not wanted her mother to escape from the prison set up for the Yue Clan, if she had not wanted to become a secret service agent to strengthen herself, instead of spending all her energy on painting, she could have really become a famous painter of her generation.    

    

Her drawing teacher had patted her chest several times to tell Yang Tiantian that she was very talented.    

    

Waitress naturally didn't know if Patriarch Yue had the talent to draw.    

    

She was stunned when Yue Zitong took out the lipstick, thinking, "Oh my, this should be a limited edition lipstick from a French brand, right? I think I saw it online yesterday. A lipstick like that is worth twenty-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine. Yes, it's true! "    

    

When the waitress saw the gilt number on the wall of the lipstick tube, she lamented, "If I want to buy such a lipstick, I'll have to save it for at least a year. Yet they used it as a brush, it's such a waste. "    

    

Just as Waitress was feeling heartbroken that the limited edition lipstick had been used as a paintbrush, Yue Zitong finished her last stroke and asked in a low voice, "Could you please take a look at the person you were talking about? Is he … is it him?"    

    

Only then did Waitress realize that Yue Zitong had used lipstick to draw a man's portrait on the table.    

    

She only glanced at the avatar before crying out involuntarily, "Yes, yes. That's him. "Ma'am, do you know him?"    

    

"It's really him!?"    

    

Yue Zitong suddenly stretched out her hand and grabbed Waitress's qipao.    

    

"Ah, what are you doing?"    

    

Waitress was shocked by her sudden movement and hurriedly struggled.    

    

"I'm sorry, it's my fault. I'm a little excited."    

    

Seeing that she was about to turn back and call for help, Yue Zitong realized that she was scaring him. She quickly let go of her hands and apologized. "Can you sit down and talk to me in detail?"    

    

If Yue Zitong hadn't been a beautiful city girl and instead had been that depressed man, Waitress would have forgiven him and sat down with him for a drink, talking about life, talking about ideals, shyly promising that he could go out for a walk, and then asked him about the black card he took out when he paid for it.    

    

But Yue Zitong was not the depressed Prince Charming. She was a woman.    

    

Moreover, no matter if it was her body, or her looks, she was many times better than her.    

    

So why should she sit down and talk to a woman more beautiful than herself about her Prince Charming?    

    

"No."    

    

Waitress shook her head. Just as she was about to say that word, she saw Yue Zitong take out a stack of bills from her purse and place it on the table without counting at all.    

    

With her sharp eyes, Waitress also saw a black card in Yue Zitong's wallet.    

    

"What exactly is going on in this world? A person was not a person, so they would have a black card. But I don't. "    

    

Waitress, who suddenly felt that this world was unfair, sighed dejectedly and kept the stack of bills.    

    

Without a black card, it was good to have several thousand yuan in cash.    

    

Money could make a person struggle, but it could also make Waitress tell her everything in detail about Lee Nanfang coming to the bar, including what he did.    

    

Waitress thought that as long as she explained it in detail, it would be best to tell Lee Nanfang's gloomy temperament when he was in a daze. Then, this beautiful lady who was deeply missed by Prince Charming might even give her a sum of money due to her excitement …    

    

She was wrong.    

    

The more she explained in detail, the fainter the excited expression in Yue Zitong's eyes became.    

    

After she finished speaking, Yue Zitong was too lazy to even speak. She raised her hand and casually waved, indicating that she could go get the wine.    

    

He didn't even try to pay for it.    

    

Waitress was puzzled. She wanted to ask Yue Zitong if she had said something wrong, but she swallowed her words back.    

    

How could she know that if she described Lee Nanfang as a rascal, it would be best to say that when he ordered wine, he would raise his hand and snap his fingers — Yue Zitong would definitely reward her with a large sum of money.    

    

With a face full of melancholy, like a frog prince who had lost Snow White, could it be Lee Nanfang?    

    

According to Yue Zitong's understanding of Little Nephew, Waitress's men were the most annoying to Lee Nanfang.    

    

As a man with a handle, what was he pretending to be? He was so depressed, so deep, that he acted like a sissy.    

    

Since it was a sissy that Lee Nanfang hated the most, then it wasn't him. Why would Yue Zitong pay Waitress?    

    

Did he really think that Patriarch Yue's money came from the sky because of the strong wind?    

    

Very soon, he wouldn't be home tonight to bring it over.    

    

When Waitress put down her glass, she seemed to want to continue talking.    

    

Out of the corner of her eye, Yue Zitong saw what she was about to say and immediately raised her hand, gesturing for her to hurry away. She didn't notice that my face had started to turn red, and my eyes had started to blur.    

    

As soon as it was dark, Yue Zitong started to have a fever.    

    

After nine, her body temperature would grow higher and higher, and she would never stop until she was thirty-nine degrees.    

    

The appearance of a beauty at 39 degrees Celsius was indeed very enchanting, as if she was missing spring. She exuded an aura of spring, attracting a few young males who thought they were outstanding and elegant.    

    

The brothers looked at each other, then waved their hands together. Scissor, baggage, hammer!    

    

Two of them came out with scissors and one with a hammer.    

    

Hammer won. He laughed silently before raising his hand to brush his blue and white hair. He intentionally unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his small but sexy chest. Then, he slowly walked towards Yue Zitong.    

    

Hammer had already thought of a way to start a conversation. "Can I sit across from you, beautiful lady?"    

    

Although this catchphrase had long since become rotten, the more old-fashioned something was, the more it could sometimes play a role.    

    

Hammer had already reached within three meters of Yue Zitong. He adjusted the charming smile on his face and coughed lightly as his arm was grabbed.    

    

Hammer frowned and looked back.    

    

It was a young man with a very ordinary appearance. It was because he was so ordinary that Hammer did not notice his presence when he walked over.    

    

"Bro, what does Mao mean?"    

    

Hammer narrowed his eyes and asked as he raised his hand to open the young man's chest.    

    

Before he could raise his arm, he felt as if his wrist was being gripped by a pincer. It was so painful that he suddenly grimaced. Just as he was about to scream out in pain, the pain vanished.    

    

The young man, however, did not let go. He stood up and grabbed the young man's wrist, and without asking whether he was willing or not, walked towards the door of the bar.    

    

"F * ck, who the f * ck are you — — ah!"    

    

Hammer was angry. Just as he said those words, his wrist hurt again.    

    

Seeing that the brother who went to pick up the girl was suddenly grabbed by a stranger as he walked out the door, the two defeated scissors immediately realized that they were in trouble. They immediately sneered and stood up, picking up the wine bottles on the table to chase after him.    

    

They were known as the Three Tigers of the East Street.    

    

But now, in their territory, there was actually an unremarkable fellow who dared to take the initiative to stir up trouble. This was living to the point of being impatient.    

    

Tonight, if they didn't kill off all of this person's teeth, then East Street's Three Tigers could just get removed from the list.    

    

As for whether the Three Tigers of the East Street would be removed, even if Yue Zitong knew about it, she wouldn't care.    

    

She was in a trance, and the noise in her ears seemed to carry her back to a year ago.    

    

No matter how distracted she was, she could clearly recall that it was Lee Nanfang's first day at the bar, when she had been picking out bad guys like Young Master Jin for Jack.    

    

He thought that this fellow was actually very powerful. At that time, he had actually pretended to be a sheep to deceive his aunt in order to protect his conscience. That was truly a terrible thing to do.    

    

"If you really are a little sheep, how nice would that be? That way, you won't die overseas. "In that case, you'll have to spend the rest of your life hiding under my wings and obediently washing and cooking for me."    

    

Thinking of that, Yue Zitong muttered, "But you, why not? If you were, I wouldn't have come here so far tonight just for that sudden premonition. A premonition of meeting you here tonight. "But, you're not here."    

    

When she could not utter the last three words, tears rolled down her cheeks and splashed into the wine cup, creating a small wave.    

    

"Young miss, it's getting late, we should go back now."    

    

Zong Gaang came to her side at some point and said in a low voice.    

    

Yue Zitong slowly raised her head and looked out the window. After a moment of silence, she said, "Uncle Zong, send someone to buy this bar."