Strongest Guard

After a moment of hesitation, Loong Chengcheng stood up from the sofa with the child in her arms.    

Although the light in the room wasn't very bright, Lee Nanfang could clearly see the tears on the woman's face.    

Being carried in her arms, it was obvious that the child who was gulping down the milk had many overlapping lips marks on his face, making him look like a kitten.    

"His surname is Long?"    

Lee Nanfang walked over, gently put his arm around the woman's waist and sat on the sofa with her.    

Loong Chengcheng rolled her eyes at him and whispered, "He's my son. If he doesn't use my surname, does that mean he has to use yours? "    

"I think he should have taken my surname."    

Lee Nanfang laughed coyly and argued, "No matter what, he's my kind —"    

"Yes, he is indeed your seed."    

Loong Chengcheng interrupted him. "But what else have you done other than sow seeds?"    

Lee Nanfang said very seriously: "Sending seeds is also physical work, right?"    

"Die."    

Loong Chengcheng lifted her right foot and kicked Lee Nanfang's leg heavily.    

The room was carpeted, and it was more comfortable to take off your shoes when you came in.    

Therefore, Loong Chengcheng's bare feet didn't hurt no matter how hard she kicked Lee Nanfang's leg. Instead, he grabbed her ankle and began to gently stroke it.    

Lee Nanfang could guarantee that he wasn't a pedophile, but Miss Long's little feet were too good-looking, almost catching up to her face. She couldn't help but play with them every time.    

"Go, guard our son."    

Loong Chengcheng only felt a burst of electricity coming from her legs before she hurriedly withdrew. She raised her plump butt and pressed it down onto the ground.    

"What does this little bastard know?"    

Lee Nanfang cursed as he reached out to hug the child: "Come, let this daddy carry you."    

This was the first time he had seen his eldest son.    

It was said that the affection between father and son was thicker than the blood of water. A feeling of happiness flowed through his heart the moment he saw his son. He only wanted to hug him and kiss him.    

The kinship between father and son was very strange.    

When Lee Nanfang only saw his son, he could still maintain his man's calmness. Most of his attention was focused on his son's mom's delicate feet and her half-opened white breasts.    

Don't blame Lee Nanfang. Sister Yeshen is still in the critical care unit. It's not too much to say that her life is in danger.    

However, he still had the heart to hang out with Beautiful Young Woman. This made him feel like he wasn't a human anymore.    

Please forgive the men, they were creatures who relied on the lower half of their body to think. Beautiful women were not reckless, so he was no longer called a man.    

However, when he held his son in his arms, he immediately remembered the over-inductance he used to hold Loong Chengcheng's foot. His entire body trembled and his nose started to feel sore.    

This was the love between father and son.    

Looking at his son's blushing face, Lee Nanfang couldn't control his love anymore. He lowered his head and kissed his son heavily.    

The child had been away from his mother for a long time, and had almost forgotten the taste of breast milk. Today, he was back in his mother's arms, grabbing the milk and eating a big meal, when suddenly he was carried away. He was already unhappy, and before he even had time to cry, a layer of thin steel needles had already pierced down.    

To a baby, the green and empty stubble on his beard was like a thin steel needle stabbing into his face. The child immediately opened his mouth and began to wail.    

If a child was sensible and could speak, he would definitely curse, "F * ck, take your stinky mouth away!"    

"What are you doing?"    

When Loong Chengcheng saw that the child was crying, she became anxious.    

Hurriedly snatching the child from Lee Nanfang's embrace, swinging the child from left to right, patting his back with his left hand, saying, "Darling, don't cry — Darling will be a fool if he cries after smelling the most needed milk fragrance." He immediately opened his mouth and bit down a few times.    

It was as if he was telling his mother that as long as there was food to eat, his father would never cry, but you can't let a guy with a mouth full of fine needles stab me again.    

For the next ten minutes, the two adults and one child did not speak.    

The two adults looked at him as he drank his milk. The atmosphere of happiness filled the entire room, and time seemed to have stopped.    

At this moment, the two adults didn't think of anything as they looked at the child with gentle gazes.    

No matter how shameful this little suckling bastard grew up to be, he was now the crystallization of their love.    

Actually, it was not related to love at all.    

When Loong Chengcheng was pregnant with her child, she didn't have much love for Lee Nanfang. It was purely for the sake of revenge against Wu steel. It was just physical desire.    

In any case, every child is an angel.    

As long as he could be born into this world, he could change some things that were originally very dirty.    

At least, it was his birth that made Loong Chengcheng fall in love with Lee Nanfang.    

Therefore, it could be said that he was the crystallization of their love. This was also very normal.    

Unknowingly, the child fell asleep after eating his fill.    

The two of them continued to stare at the child without speaking.    

When the baby was asleep, he would suddenly smile.    

The baby's smile when he was sleeping was definitely the purest thing in the world. It was also called the angel's smile.    

"This child is not easy."    

Lee Nanfang, who had been silent, finally spoke.    

When he saw Loong Chengcheng, he had heard her say that on the night of Elder Loong's death, if his wife didn't arrive in time, the child would have been buried alive along with his mother.    

Only then did Lee Nanfang sincerely say that it wasn't easy for him. After all, most of the babies in the world wouldn't experience danger like Loong Nancheng after they were born.    

Loong Chengcheng smiled lightly and asked in a low voice, "You only said that it's not easy for your son. Don't tell me that it's easy for his mother?"    

"Of course it's not easy for you either."    

Lee Nanfang raised his head and looked at her, his face full of self-blame: "At least, when the child is carried away by the mistress, you, who are in the midst of breastfeeding, will feel very sore and bloated. That's the biggest nuisance-- O, let go of your talons! "Who did you learn this stinky habit of yours from? It's easy to pinch others every now and then."    

Ye Zichen quickly opened Loong Chengcheng's hand that was squeezing the soft flesh under his ribs, while Lee Nanfang sat to the side with a grin.    

Don't underestimate him for his nonsense, but it's true.    

During the half year that Lee Nanfang had been trapped in the Small Desert Island, he had personally seen Avril in her lactation phase. Because there was no daughter to drink, the two big, snow-white buns were bloated to the point that they were extremely sore.    

Although Loong Chengcheng was not as tall and big as Avril, she was definitely one of the most sexy girls in the country.    

Body Zi Fann was a sexy woman, her milk was bound to be abundant.    

If it is "Taiping Princess," hehe, will there be milk?    

After Loong Nancheng was carried away by his wife, Loong Chengcheng, who was in the midst of breastfeeding, felt extremely sore.    

She had just gotten used to the fact that her son was not by her side, and the soreness had just left her. Today, after seeing her son and feeding him, the milk source that was about to dry up would once again flourish.    

However, after her son was carried away, she felt an aching pain.    

Lee Nanfang felt that he was a good man who doted on women.    

Thus, when she thought of her son leaving, Loong Chengcheng would go through a new round of soreness. She would lie beside her ear and say, "As long as I'm here in the future, you won't feel sorrowful anymore."    

Loong Chengcheng raised her head, her eyes bewitching. "Then, who are you to me?"    

"Didn't you tell me to call you grandaunt?"    

Lee Nanfang didn't mind being Loong Chengcheng's grandnephew, since he could help his son solve Loong Chengcheng's suffering.    

"No."    

Loong Chengcheng shook her head. "I suddenly don't want to be a grandaunt anymore."    

"Then what do you want to be?"    

"Only my son can eat my milk."    

Loong Chengcheng laughed silently. Her smile was sinister, treacherous and especially so for a hooligan.    

While this couple was flirting here, an atmosphere filled with enmity surged in Seven Stars Club's first floor lobby.    

The source of the atmosphere was the reception area to the left of the lobby bar.    

Almost every staff member who passed by the lobby would glare at them viciously.    

The more fierce one's glare was, the more vicious one's eyes would be.    

It was as if this was the only way to let his colleagues know that he was not afraid of the influential people and firmly supported Director Hua, treating her as his home.    

There were even some who would raise their hands to look at the other side and poke with their fingers.    

This was what the legendary Wan Fu meant.    

Of course, when these people poked Yue Zitong with their fingers, they did so from an angle that she couldn't see.    

Would Patriarch Yue, who had thought that she could kill an ant with a casual stomp in Beijing, tolerate your rudeness just because you were an employee of Seven Stars Club?    

No one could guarantee that she wouldn't make a phone call, so the police car came and took you away.    

Yue Zitong sat on the right side of the sofa while Helan Xiaoxin sat on the left.    

Yue Zitong slightly lowered her head, her eyes staring at an unknown direction. She did not move at all, maintaining this posture for who knows how long.    

It was as if as long as she continued to look at it this way, a flower would grow on the floor beneath her feet.    

Helan Xiaoxin didn't do that. Almost every few minutes, she would look up at the elevator.    

Furthermore, every time the Elevator Door opened its eyes, her watery pupils would bulge out.    

However, it soon returned to normal.    

Because every time she stepped out of the elevator, the person she wanted to see the most was never there.    

The two of them had been sitting here for seven hours, since two in the afternoon and now at nine in the evening.    

In the past seven hours, at least three hundred people had passed through the reception area, but no one had spoken a word to them.    

No one offered them a cup of tea.    

Well, it's best to have another pizza.    

Dumpling noodles are fine too.    

These impolite things called Seven Stars Club, did they really think that beauties with beautiful looks, sexy stature and lofty statuses were otherworldly Smoke Flame Fairy that drank dew and ate at dusk?    

They would also be hungry and thirsty!    

The wedding that had been planned for many days was finally about to begin, and it was guaranteed that the whole country would be shocked.    

Sister Xin, who 'retired' from the prison a few days ago, became extremely excited when she thought of how she was going to drop her eyeballs.    

Last night, he hadn't slept at all. He didn't even have the mood to eat in the morning. He was just waiting for the people to recover from their shock before madly guffawing and eating a big meal.    

Who would have thought that --    

Alas, the past was unbearable to look back on.    

Helan Xiaoxin, who was sleepy, tired, and impatient, was so hungry that her heart was pressed against her back.    

She had secretly taken a few sips of cold water while going to the toilet.    

How could his noble stomach be tormented like this?    

Of course they would react.    

Thus, the times she ran to the toilet became more and more frequent as the night deepened.    

When a rumbling sound came from her stomach, Helan Xiaoxin could no longer maintain her cool. She raised her hand and slammed it on the table, shouting, "Where is he? "Where did they all go?!"