Strongest Guard

Yue Zitong let out a long exhale and then patted Lee Nanfang's back, which could still be considered as a large scale action.    

"What's wrong with me?"    

Yue Zitong's face was filled with curiosity.    

Lee Nanfang sighed. It's just the two of us right now, so don't pretend, okay? "    

"What did I pretend to be?"    

Yue Zitong's widened eyes were filled with confusion.    

"Is it interesting?"    

Lee Nanfang frowned.    

He was getting impatient.    

He did not object to Yue Zitong acting in front of others, but he also admired her excellent acting skills.    

However, it was just the two of them together. She was still unable to extricate herself from the drama, which was a bit too hypocritical.    

"Interesting."    

Yue Zitong finally stopped acting.    

However, her expression and what she said next made Lee Nanfang feel that it was better to act.    

At least when she was acting, she seemed to be infatuated with Lee Nanfang. Although it was annoying, it still gave people a sense of vanity.    

After all, she was the Clan Master of the Yue Clan, not all men were qualified for her to play the role of a flirt.    

Looking at how she tore off her fake mask with a sneer on her face, Lee Nanfang suspected that she was no longer the original Yue Zitong but instead a puppet possessed by a demon.    

Especially when she said those words with a voice that was overflowing with coldness: "Lee Nanfang, you always feel that I've let you down, that I'm using you, that I should be laughed at by the world, and that it would be best if I were to be chopped into pieces! But have you ever thought about how you managed to get here for the better part of half a year after you went to the British Island for the sake of your little sister Xiao Rou? "    

Helan Xiaoxin had already told Lee Nanfang how Yue Zitong came here in the past half a year.    

However, Sister Xin only came to explain the things Zong Gaang told her from an objective point of view.    

However, no matter how eloquent Sister Xin was, no matter how strong her ability to express herself was, she was unable to describe how Yue Zitong felt at that time.    

She said how terrified she was when her grandfather passed down the position of Patriarch to her.    

She said that after her grandfather passed away, she saw a cold and venomous look in the eyes of Yue Lincheng and the others. After the disbelief in Liang Mouchen and the others' eyes, how much she missed Lee Nanfang being by her side, and how she threw herself into his arms, wailing and beating his chest. She said that she didn't want to be a puppet of the Yue Clan at all.    

He didn't want his value to be squeezed dry, then his vicious uncle and the others to go after him and disappear from the face of the earth.    

"Lee Nanfang, you should remember it clearly. When you went to Macau to save Min Rou and her daughter, I treated you so well. "At that time, I had decided that I would truly marry you and give birth to your children, living side by side with you until the end of life!"    

Unknowingly, tears were still streaming down Yue Zitong's face. "But where were you when I needed you the most? Tell me, where are you? "    

As she said that, she grabbed Lee Nanfang's collar and started shaking him.    

Lee Nanfang really wanted to tell her, didn't I go to British Island to save Min Rou back then?    

It's not like you don't know.    

However, when the words were about to reach his mouth, he was unable to say it out loud.    

However, they could clearly sense the fear in Yue Zitong's heart back then.    

But even so, in order to prevent Lee Nanfang from worrying about being out there, Yue Zitong only told him that her grandfather was dead and that she had been appointed as the Yue Clan's Puppet Master.    

Yue Zitong hoped that Lee Nanfang could return soon.    

As soon as he comes back, he will marry him — a couple who share the same heart and are as hard as gold!    

With the support of Jinghong Ming and other major forces, after becoming Patriarch Yue's husband, no matter how insidious, cunning and ruthless Yue Lincheng and the rest were, Yue Zitong would still be able to retreat safely under his protection.    

Yue Zitong was looking forward to it, looking forward to it. She had looked forward to it day after day.    

In the end, they had been hoping for the grievous news of Lee Nanfang's death in the sea outside British Island.    

What kind of language can you have to describe the silent sadness when Yue Zitong held the fax sent by Ambassador Liu Qizhao in her hands and shed her lover's tears?    

Besides Qi Yue, there was no one else.    

Because at that time, Yue Zitong was already the Clan Master of the Yue Clan. Even though her heart was bleeding, she had to maintain the bearing of a Clan Master in front of others.    

What did it mean to be the clan head who always had a sullen look on his face?    

Therefore, no matter how much grief Yue Zitong felt, she had to muster up her spirit to complete the mission that her grandfather had given her before he passed away.    

She also knew that agreeing to Yue Qingke's request to fight for the best benefits for the Yue Clan, and marrying Lee Nanfang's ashes, was very despicable, very unworthy of Little Nephew, and quite annoying to Jinghong Ming and the others.    

But so what?    

Yue Zitong, who had lost her lover, had seen through everything like a monk. Since Lee Nanfang was dead, she would not love another man for the next fifteen years.    

She was still alive, she was simply alive and completing the mission Lao Yue assigned her.    

Anyway, she felt that after she died, she would explain everything to Lee Nanfang in the Underworld.    

He believed that Lee Nanfang could understand her difficulties.    

Well, the difficulties of a woman who has lost her lover and will never love another man again.    

"However, I am not willing to be used for nothing and be killed by my uncle and the others just like that."    

Wiping away her tears, Yue Zitong found that she could not wipe them clean no matter how she did so. She simply laid in Lee Nanfang's embrace and picked up his clothes to sweep them away.    

Tears, snot, all gone.    

It was still that very clean little face.    

Lee Nanfang lowered his head and looked at his chest. With great effort, he managed to restrain himself from saying: "There's toilet paper beside it. Even if you like to clean with clothes, why not use your own? "    

Yue Zitong, who was filled with unwillingness to be used up and buried alive by the Yue father and son like a Stinky Sock, wanted to struggle and resist!    

Since he was going to resist, then he might as well resist until the end.    

She wanted to become the Yue Clan's Wu Zetian.    

This determination became the greatest motivation for Yue Zitong to live brilliantly after Lee Nanfang's death.    

Only then did he find Helan Xiaoxin and make a deal.    

Yue Zitong needed to borrow the power of Helan Family to marry to protect her safety and realize her grand wish of becoming Wu Mei.    

As for Helan Xiaoxin, her mind was full of thinking for Holan Fusu's sake. She felt that this was the only way to step on Helan Qunxing and completely cripple him!    

Thus, the two ladies, who each took what they needed, immediately came together to plan a big wedding that would have an obvious effect even though it was absurd.    

"Before marriage, I must marry you. "Because I, Yue Zitong, am your wife."    

Then she grabbed Lee Nanfang's arm and wiped her face a few times. Then, Yue Zitong continued, "Although you have become a pile of ashes, the meaning of the Yin marriage is quite important to me."    

As she spoke, her tears began to fall again.    

Not only that, he even threw himself into Lee Nanfang's arms and started crying loudly.    

She didn't need to explain anything.    

Lee Nanfang already knew everything that had happened since the night of the wedding.    

However, at that time, Lee Nanfang did not know the difficulties she had been holding in her heart. It was because she was so angry at the surface issue that she turned into a ghost and snuck into the Yue Clan on the night of the wedding and beat her up — leaving an unforgettable shadow in her heart.    

It was true that Yue Zitong was right and wrong in what she had done.    

However, what made Lee Nanfang unable to deny was that no matter who was in her position, she would have to do all this in order to protect herself.    

More importantly, no one could do better than her.    

A girl who was originally arrogant and willful, but was suddenly placed in that position by fate. Other than doing her best to protect herself, what else could she do?    

He couldn't just let himself be squeezed dry and then evaporated from the world, could he?    

In order to survive, Yue Zitong could only do so.    

It was also very effective, but Lee Nanfang didn't get to understand it. That was why it hurt the night of the Yin marriage, the two matchless weddings yesterday.    

She had held this feeling of fear and grievance in her heart for a long time. At this moment, she could finally release it to her heart's content.    

There was only one way to release these negative emotions, and that was to lie in the arms of my beloved Little Nephew and cry, letting tears flow freely from my eyes.    

Soon, Lee Nanfang's chest area was wet from the tears. Her voice also started to sound hoarse, but her crying did not stop. Her shoulders even started to shrug, as if she would not rest until she had made a hole in the sky.    

Lee Nanfang could only hold her in his arms and look at the diagram on the wall. He was thinking about where life came from and where it came from. This question would be impossible to be answered in ten thousand years.    

He didn't want to, or go over Yue Zitong's words again and again.    

Because he would be ashamed.    

Especially the things they did on the night of their wedding — Lee Nanfang originally felt a sense of accomplishment when he recalled the past few days.    

But now that he thought about it, how could it all be filled with guilt?    

It was as if, only by taking out the Military Thorn and piercing his own throat, would he be able to make up for his injury to Yue Zitong.    

That won't do.    

Life is priceless.    

Therefore, Lee Nanfang would never go back to Yue Zitong's terrible experience in the past six months, in case she was unable to control her emotions and did something stupid that would hurt her family and speed up her enemies.    

Since he couldn't recall any of this, Lee Nanfang could only think about life related topics.    

However, in the past tens of thousands of years, how could Lee Nanfang understand the mystery that even the Maya people with eight brains could not solve in a short period of time?    

What was even worse was that Yue Zitong's crying sound was like an invisible little hand that had to grab onto his thoughts and force itself onto her body.    

Lee Nanfang couldn't stop it.    

Because at this moment, whether it was pushing her away or covering her ears, both of them were extremely disrespectful to Yue Zitong's crying sounds.    

Thus, Lee Nanfang, who respected everyone, could only force himself to think about her.    

What are you thinking about?    

This fragrant teardrop in her arms had obviously done so much to let me down, and even allowed Kang Weiya to retaliate against Dung Shixiong and the rest, which was the main culprit behind Sister Yeshen's entry into General Department Intensive Care Unit. How did she become reasonable?    

On the contrary, Lee Nanfang, the victim who was being used, felt extremely guilty. He always wanted to end his life as a lowly person?    

Sigh.    

No wonder people often say that a woman's tears are the sharpest weapon in the world.    

As long as he used it correctly, he would be invincible.    

He could turn white ones into black ones, while he could make round ones into square ones.    

He could even make all the mistakes he made cry until they belonged to Lee Nanfang.    

This was simply too terrifying.    

Lee Nanfang stared at the picture of the acupuncture points on the human body. After staring blankly for who knows how long, he finally understood this principle.    

His body suddenly trembled, and his dull eyeballs started to move.    

Yue Zitong's crying had stopped at some point in time.    

What replaced it was a light snoring sound.    

Lee Nanfang looked down and saw that his aunt had fallen asleep in his arms.    

Tears still hung on her eyelashes.