C2255 A Man Should Act like a Lord
C2255 A Man Should Act like a Lord
Even now, Lee Nanfang still hadn't touched her.
Even when the women he had been looking forward to no longer appeared, and his temper grew more and more violent, and the way he looked at her, when she looked so frightening and light, and prepared herself for it, he did not hurt her.
She knew that he was enduring.
He would rather dive into the sea at least three times a day and swim for more than two hours at a time.
Every time he flopped about in the sea, he would lie down on the deck of the stern with his hands on his cheeks, looking at her dumbly.
Especially since the sun had just risen and the moon was in the middle of the sky, Lee Nanfang was the most manic.
Even though he was underwater, the faint sound of his roars could still be heard as he lay on the deck, swaying gracefully with his slender foot.
Several times, when Lee Nanfang took a deep breath to jump into the sea, Lil 'Light wanted to muster up the courage to tell him to take his things away …
However, when she thought of the frightening scene of him making those women want to die, she didn't dare to.
She was truly afraid.
She was afraid that she wouldn't be able to withstand such a long and brutal blow and would just roll her eyes and never wake up.
Lil 'Light also guessed that many people would think that Lee Nanfang was the monster from the legends.
However, he was a freak. He was more principled and more … infatuated than most normal men.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have waited for so many days for Beautiful Young Woman to return, only to set a one-year agreement. He wouldn't have hurt her, and would have tortured her with that kind of method.
Is he a freak?
No.
He was a normal man, but a man chosen by destiny.
Sometimes, Qing Shui would wake up and stare at the bronze colored body that contained terrifying power. He was lost in thought for a long time.
The more gentle a girl was, the more she yearned for a man to be stronger.
"Even risking your life to die at his hands is much more painful than watching him suffer, right?"
Just as the thought of lightness became more and more intense, Lee Nanfang's mood changed again.
The number of times Lee Nanfang went crazy became less and less, and it also became shorter and shorter.
When the boat saw a black line and arrived at the Divine Great Land, Lee Nanfang's mood returned to normal.
He began to talk glibly.
Every time the tongue slick, will be light face flushed red ears, with snow foot kicking him to an end.
He liked to laugh too.
The way he smiled. Real man.
His teeth were white.
It was no longer the same white glow it once had when it went crazy.
It was the kind of polished white.
After living on the sea for so long and being exposed to the sun and wind, the corners of Lee Nanfang's face became more distinct, as if he was carving something out with an ax and a chisel.
Once upon a time, the graceful idol was a pretty boy with earrings and a soft facial line.
But now, every time she thought of those beautiful men, she felt an inexplicable sense of nausea.
From then on, he understood a principle — Men were mountains, they should be rough and masculine; women were water, they should be tactful and feminine.
Only male and female clearly, only is rigid and supple, cater to the twilight, flowers have the natural law of the time.
Lee Nanfang, who had been drifting on the sea for several months, also had a head full of long hair like some good-looking guys.
And the beard.
However, whether it was the hair or the beard, they were all the same as needles. Lightly getting annoyed by his glib tongue, jumping onto his back and strangling his neck, and smashing down with his small fists, they would all hurt.
Miura Qingying asked Lee Nanfang, why is it that as the fishing boat got closer to the mainland, his mood gradually stabilized?
Lee Nanfang muttered to himself for a long time before he shook his head and replied that he didn't know.
He felt as if there was some mysterious power in the world that was able to calm his manic emotions and calm his mind, making him feel more and more like what he used to be.
It was only then that Miura Qingying realized that Lee Nanfang was just a scum who loved to take advantage of girls, but did not have the guts to do so …
"Eh, how do you know my nickname?"
"What?"
"I mean, how do you know my nickname is Scumbag Lee?"
Dressed in rags, with a mouth full of stubble, hair like an exploding hedgehog, Lee Nanfang looked even worse than a beggar. When striding along the streets of Lingnan Province, he completely ignored those disgusted or curious gazes and only put his hands behind his back.
He knew that he was the one who was hated.
Miura Qingying, on the other hand, was also curious about why Miura Qingying, who looked like a Small Yellow Flower, was holding onto his arm as she followed suit, a tranquil smile on her face.
If she wasn't smiling so sweetly, people would definitely think that she was kidnapped by this fellow.
Miura Qingying blinked her eyes and asked curiously, "You were called Scumbag Lee before?"
"That's right, Scumbag Lee is my nickname —"
At this point, Scumbag Lee's footsteps stopped and a look of pain flashed across his eyes.
Although this pain was reflected in his eyes very quickly, it was caught by his lightness. He asked in a low voice, "When she was alive, she would always call you by this nickname, right?"
That her was the woman that Lee Nanfang was still looking for even though he knew she was dead.
Lee Nanfang smiled and continued to walk forward. He casually replied, "She gave me this nickname that can make me stand out."
"She must be very happy."
"Yeah."
Lee Nanfang interrupted her words and said shamelessly, "As long as you are a girl that you have promised me, you will know what true happiness is."
"Tsk." "Well then, let me ask you, what is happiness?"
"What do you think? If I say it out loud, you'll think I'm taking advantage of you. "
"Happiness is when I finally find a way to eat a full meal."
Miura Qingying let go of his arm and walked quickly to the entrance of a shopping mall.
They had been ashore for a few days.
As they approached the shore, the second-hand fishing boat that had carried them across the sea finally died.
If it had been anyone else, they would have been able to swim only a few nautical miles from the shore. Even if they were proficient in swimming, it would still be extremely difficult to swim to the shore.
But for Lee Nanfang, it was nothing.
He could ride light as if he were riding a horse, wrap his arms around his neck and wave his strong limbs, and soon he would be on shore.
Unfortunately, all of their belongings, including their light phones and wallets, sank into the sea along with the fishing boat that crashed into the reef.
The feeling of a pauper was truly terrible.
Especially after Lee Nanfang came ashore, he brought her here without any hesitation.
Lightly, she asked him where he was going.
Why not go in the other direction?
Lee Nanfang told her that the more he walked this way, the calmer he became.
It was as if someone was waiting for him somewhere in this direction.
Since he said so, Lil 'Light didn't say anything else. He just sold the bracelet that his mother had left for her before she eloped with her father. It was a trap for both of them.
She thought several thousand yuan was enough for them to spend for a while.
After all, Qing Shui had been through all these years. Even if Lee Nanfang didn't eat for three days, he still wouldn't mention being hungry.
As it turned out, lightness was wrong.
With his reappearance as a scum — snatching away the money, Grandpa Gu looked like he was, dragging his light arm, striding into a big local hotel, banging the menu and saying arrogantly, "Girl, if you want to eat something, just order it. Don't save me money."
That's light money, okay?
All right.
Seeing that he was just human dregs, he knew that it was impossible to reason with him. Thus, he could only swallow his anger and pick up the menu …
Before she could see what the menu looked like, Scumbag Lee opened his mouth and said a series of dishes: "Red Braised Hands, Nine Circles of the Large Intestine, Garlic Braised Sheep's Heel, Little Fat Bull —"
Lil 'Light knew that the Chinese cuisine world was famous for its delicacies.
The moment she stepped onto the shore, her biggest wish was to eat an authentic Chinese dish.
But — was Scumbag Lee memorizing the recipe?
Didn't he say that she would order whatever she wanted to eat?
It was a light money. He spent half of it just like that and booked two more luxurious rooms. He said that after living in the sea for so long, his biggest dream would be to sleep in a bed.
Seeing that he was a scum, Lil 'Light endured once again.
But why, just as she was about to have a light sleep, did this fellow sneak into her room, carry her away like a robber, and sleep in a small park until daybreak?
After paying for a room, he ended up sleeping in the park until dawn.
Lee Nanfang explained that he had been drifting on the sea for too long that he enjoyed the feeling of being able to lie on his back on the lawn and sleep.
He couldn't sleep on the lawn alone.
You have to let Lil 'Lil sleep with you --
He said that it was only when he was light that he was able to sleep soundly.
Ai, this freak.
Other than sighing, what else could Lil 'Light say?
He can't just jump on Scumbag Lee's back and smash him when he's putting on airs again and wants to treat her to a meal, can he?
However, Qing Qing also felt that if a man was rich or not, he should pretend to be a lord. Women should think of ways to fill their stomachs …
As a matter of fact, as long as a woman wanted to, she could find a way to fill her stomach at any time.
For example, at the entrance to the mall, a certain small appliance brand was holding a shopping spree for a big reward.
On the red stage, several fashionable dressed ladies were dancing with their hands and legs raised.
However, the audience members were clearly not interested in buying it.
He even had a big bald head, and was even coaxing his little sister on the stage to dance a song like that.
This couldn't be blamed on the bald man.
As the standard of living of the people improved, the era where one could simply find a few girls to jump in and attract a large number of spectators had long passed.
The organizer, Old Song Te, felt awkward as he quietly scolded his assistant, Little Wang, for spending quite a bit of money. However, he had only found a few of these people.
This isn't a congratulation, this is inviting people to smash the place.
Just as Xiao Wang was being scolded to the point that his ears turned red, a crisp voice entered his ears: "Excuse me, may I ask which one of you is the activity organizer? I would like to ask, do you still want to perform? Don't worry, the price I want is absolutely fair. "Moreover, it can also guarantee the quality."
Old Song was still annoyed when he raised his head and said, "No need! What guarantee of quality? It's just that the appearance is annoying -- "
At this point, Old Song suddenly shut up.
Old Song had seen a lot of beauties, Jiangnan beauties, northeastern beauties and the like.
However, he had never seen Little Beauty like Miura Qingying before.
It was not because her lightness was much more beautiful than domestic beauties, but because of her makeup and her temperament.
She was dressed in a fisherman's outfit, worn out but clean. Her pants and sleeves were rolled up, revealing her snowy calves and forearms.
The streets were filled with beautiful women.
The problem was, it had already been three years, Old Song was not seeing a natural beauty who did not have plastic surgery or makeup on.
Lightly, no cosmetics, no makeup.
Her exposed skin was not the sickly white of most modern girls.
It was ivory, extremely crystalline.
Old Song was also someone who had been playing the game for many years. He had long since mastered a pair of Fiery Eyes of Truth. He could tell from her light and graceful eyebrows that she was a virgin.
Especially when she smiled politely, it would not be natural for her to reveal a different kind of timidity and exotic atmosphere.
After eating so much fish and meat, wild vegetables became a rarity.
Old Song immediately retracted his rejection and asked, "Excuse me, what talent show do you know?"
"I will …"
Her charming eyes turned to look at the carriage beside her, and smiled: "I know how to hit my waist and dance Witch Dance."
"Witch Dance?" "Ah, a traditional Oriental dance."
While Old Song was thinking about the witch dance, a few men walked out from the mall.
The tallest man in the middle spoke to his companion and glanced over in shock.
His companion whispered: "Brother Dahai, what's wrong?"
"That girl over there, is there something you can't explain?"
Brother Dahai looked at Qing Shui. His Adam's apple rolled as he said, "Hei Yu, you said that I have two concubines at the same time. Does this count as a double happiness?"