C1207 I'm Afraid You Don't like Me Anymore
C1207 I'm Afraid You Don't like Me Anymore
Shangdao Yinghua firmly believed that since he said he would come tonight, he would definitely come.
After more than half a year, the man who had come back to life was finally about to return to her side.
No words could describe Shangdao Yinghua's current state of mind.
Ecstasy, that was for sure.
Don't say that during her most dangerous time, Lee Nanfang suddenly appeared to save her, and at the same time, assassinated Mr. Zang He.
Even if Shangdao Yinghua died in his hands, as long as she could see her man before she died, she would die laughing.
She really didn't know how to express her love for Lee Nanfang.
For him, she could transform from a weak, mud-like woman into a vicious, headless boss.
But at the same time, because she loved Lee Nanfang too much, Shangdao Yinghua became nervous when she found out that he was coming to her side tonight.
He was even afraid.
She was afraid that the Shangdao Yinghua that Lee Nanfang liked was the same woman that would turn into mud if she touched her.
It was not Big Boss Black who killed without batting an eye.
Even more so, she couldn't guarantee that when Lee Nanfang came tonight and touched her again, she would become a mud person that he could trample on as he wished. It was due to her transformation that she became a strong woman that she couldn't control.
If that was the case, would Lee Nanfang still like her?
Shangdao Yinghua wasn't sure at all. That was why she felt uneasy when she entered the villa and wanted to turn off the lights.
When the lights went out, maybe she would be the same again?
Furthermore, only by extinguishing the lights could Lee Nanfang use the cover of darkness to avoid her subordinates and come to her side.
However, just as she was about to turn off the light, she withdrew her hand.
She suddenly hoped that Lee Nanfang wouldn't come.
Because she was afraid that after he officially met her, he wouldn't like her because of her transformation.
She felt that she needed some time to change herself again, to become the woman he used to turn into mud when he touched her.
With such complicated feelings, Shangdao Yinghua pushed open the bedroom door.
Immediately, an impatient yawn was heard from the bed.
The nerves in Shangdao Yinghua's entire body suddenly tensed up!
His right hand also quickly reached for his right leg.
Her clothes were all specially made. No matter which one she wore, there would always be a place to place the knife.
There was a long and narrow "scabbard" on the outside of her right leg. She could hold the sharp broken sabre in her hand in 0.01 seconds.
With one saber in hand, I have the world!
Just now, the leader in charge of the safety of her villa had solemnly vowed that within a radius of several hundred meters, there weren't even a single suspicious mouse.
Then, this sigh that came from her bedroom bed, was it made by a ghost?
The sigh from the bed had just triggered Shangdao Yinghua's alertness. The sharp broken sabre had already been unsheathed and was positioned diagonally in front of her eyes. With a flash, she was already behind the wall.
Shangdao Yinghua's reaction speed was so fast that even she herself was surprised.
However, the person on the bed said impatiently, "Enough, stop hiding, it makes you look like a peerless master. If I were someone from the Broken Knife Flow, I would have already been drenched in your blood the moment you opened the door. "
Shangdao Yinghua's tense nerves all relaxed along with the voice.
And all the strength in his body.
With a soft plop, the broken blade in her hand landed on the thick wool carpet.
However, she didn't notice it in the slightest.
It was only because her heart was beating so fast.
The man she longed to see and dreaded to see the most was actually her bedroom, waiting for her.
The leader of the security team in her villa should have his head chopped off and fed to the dogs.
When Shangdao Yinghua thought of this sentence, she had already unknowingly walked to the bed in her bedroom.
The vast majority of oriental folk with traditional ideas have no beds in their bedrooms, but tatami.
Before last year, Shangdao Yinghua had slept on the tatami.
However, ever since Golden Triangle had returned, she had actually set up a very comfortable big bed in the bedroom.
The reason was simple.
Lee Nanfang likes to sleep in the bed.
On the footboard in front of the bed was an ashtray with a cigarette butt in it.
After she saw the cigarette butt, Shangdao Yinghua suddenly realized that she had already arrived in front of the bed and knelt down.
She knelt down, not to pay homage to anyone, but to the people of the East Sea, as they always bowed when they said hello to each other.
"The house is covered with a thick carpet and it is very comfortable to walk, but it is inconvenient to smoke. A single mistake could cause a fire hazard. "
After hearing Lee Nanfang's lazy complaints, Shangdao Yinghua lowered her head and whispered, "Yes, yes. "Tomorrow, ah, no, now, I'll have all the carpets removed."
"Don't, I was just casually saying it."
Lee Nanfang, who was leaning against the headboard, sat up. Looking at the woman kneeling on the carpet, he asked curiously, "Why do you always keep your head down as if you did something shameful?"
"I, I didn't do anything shameful."
Shangdao Yinghua mumbled and slowly raised her head.
If Mr. Cang He, who had gone to heaven to report, were to see her like this, he would definitely bang his head on the wall in anger.
After he hit his head so hard that it bled profusely, he roared loudly: "Is this still that devil lady who fought with our swords and killed at least a dozen of us? "This is f * cking shit, it's simply a pile of mud."
"Then why don't you dare look into my eyes?"
Lee Nanfang stretched out his right hand and used his index finger to pick up Shangdao Yinghua's chin. "Lift up your eyes and look at me."
"I … I'm afraid you don't like my appearance."
The nervous Shangdao Yinghua's delicate body was trembling slightly as she slowly looked into Lee Nanfang's eyes.
Lee Nanfang's expression remained the same, but his face was full of curiosity: "You look the same, it's just that your chin was cut by a knife. However, this place is quite inconspicuous. At the very most, it would gradually disappear after a few months. "
Shangdao Yinghua's eyes fell again as she muttered, "My … my appearance hasn't changed. "But I … but my people have changed."
"Your people have changed?"
Lee Nanfang blinked his eyes, then he realized something, "Oh, so you're saying, you're no longer the cowardly woman who always likes to cry."
"You must not like the way I am now. I am no longer weak, I no longer love to cry. I will kill. "
Shangdao Yinghua said that she was no longer weak and did not like to cry, but tears started to flow down her pale face, "No man would like the Shangdao Yinghua you saw in the Blue Valley. What you like about me is that I -- "
Before she could finish her words, her ice-cold lips were kissed by a man.
Shangdao Yinghua's delicate body trembled as if she had been electrocuted. She slowly raised her right hand and wrapped it around the man's neck.
"No matter what you look like, I like you. Because you learned to be strong and kill for me. Furthermore, in front of me, you are still just a pile of mud. "
Lee Nanfang raised his head, held her face with both hands and whispered his thoughts.
Shangdao Yinghua closed her eyes slightly, her lips quivering uncontrollably. However, she could not utter a single word.
But her pale cheeks were already suffused with an enchanting blush.
He began to breathe and his heartbeat began to quicken.
"Does it hurt?"
If the world held a competition to strip a woman, Lee Nanfang thought he was number two and no one dared to call themselves number one.
He didn't even know that she was talking affectionately to him, so why did he suddenly see her body?
At this moment, if it was Shangdao Yinghua or Loong Chengcheng, they would definitely come over laughing.
What if it was Sister Yeshen?
She might be half-hearted.
After all, she still had some pride.
What if it was Yue Zitong?
God knows!
Until now, Lee Nanfang had never personally taken off her aunt's clothes. It must be said that it was a great regret.
However, Shangdao Yinghua was neither like Helan Xiaoxin, nor Sister Yeshen, much less Yue Zitong. She was the unique Shangdao Yinghua.
If touched by her man, she would tremble all over and collapse to the ground like mud, closing her eyes and muttering "No pain" in her mouth.
Actually, she didn't realize that no matter how much she changed, she was still a pile of mud in front of Lee Nanfang.
Without a doubt, this kind of obedient woman was most pleasing to others.
At least Scumbag Lee had some conscience, he didn't need to rely on his current super abnormal physique to torment women in the middle of the night like usual.
The hard work of a boat, those who do not go out, will never experience it.
One of the most important characteristics of a woman in the East Ocean Continent was that she was willing to submit to any circumstances and work as hard as she liked.
Yesterday, after fighting desperately and suffering from more than ten injuries, Shangdao Yinghua came back. If it was Helan Xiaoxin, she would never wake up until she fell asleep.
However, when Lee Nanfang opened his eyes at 6: 30 in the morning, there was already no one by his side.
Outside the half-open bedroom door, a very light, very distinctive sound of the Dong Yang Morning Melody accompanied by a burst of fragrance could be heard.
Shangdao Yinghua was cooking and humming her favorite melody while occasionally raising her head to glance out of the window.
Outside the villa, Gala was yelling at the leader about something.
The leader bent his body to a ninety degree angle and kept slapping himself.
It was a serious dereliction of duty.
He was confessing to Gala because a man suddenly appeared in her boss's bedroom last night, making her cry for the better part of the night.
The leader's face was covered in tears. He truly did not understand. Last night, he had brought people to thoroughly investigate the villa three or four times.
The person who appeared silently in Boss's bedroom this time was Boss Lee. The boss could still get up this morning--but what if this person was another man?
At that time, even if Gala cut himself into pieces and fed him to the dogs, he wouldn't be able to repay the boss's trust in him.
If it was in the past, Shangdao Yinghua would definitely interfere with Gala.
Not now.
Because no matter who it was that had tortured her to death last night, it had all been a miscarriage of duty by the little boss.
Those who fail in their duties deserve to be punished.
Just like last night, if she wasn't worried that Lee Nanfang wouldn't like her anymore, that guy would not have said that she thought he was heartless and bullied her.