Strongest Guard

Helan Xiaoxin knew that this atmosphere was due to the grief and indignation that shrouded the entire clubhouse.    

Just like how Sister Xin wanted to know which guest room Lee Nanfang was in and which Director Chenfu, who had served her for two hours, had to tell her.    

The door to the guest room seemed to be closed, but a crack appeared in the door.    

This was what Yue Zitong had left behind to make it easier for Helan Xiaoxin to start plan B after her failure.    

To be honest, the so-called Plan A, Plan B, did not exist at all.    

The two of them had never agreed on any kind of plan, not to mention that after Yue Zitong lost, it would be Helan Xiaoxin's turn.    

However, these two women shared the same thoughts. They didn't need to discuss and already knew what they had to do.    

This was truly colluding.    

As if she was a thief, Helan Xiaoxin turned around and looked at the empty corridor. She then slowly pushed open the door and dashed into the room like a leopard cat.    

Yue Zitong's scent was still lingering in the room.    

Sister Xin's sense of smell was quite sensitive — of course, it was mainly because Yue Zitong's big red wedding dress was still covering someone on the sofa.    

That guy seemed to have fallen asleep. His face was covered with a red bridal veil as he lay there motionlessly.    

Helan Xiaoxin smiled coquettishly before kicking off her shoes.    

Since this was a top-level guest room of the clubhouse, staying one night cost more than ten thousand, then whether it was the layout or the decoration, it was luxurious to the point of making one's teeth ache.    

Take the carpet on the ground.    

This was a handmade wool carpet. Stepping on it felt like stepping on clouds. It was soft and comfortable.    

Especially when he stepped on it barefooted, the comfortable feeling coming from the bottom of his feet made him suspect that he was a fairy standing in the clouds.    

Since she was a fairy, how could she be a male?    

It could only be a woman.    

Do you think that makes sense?    

It was even rumored that fairies did not wear clothes.    

The ancient myth that Dong Yong stole the clothes of the Seven Fairies was pure nonsense.    

In any case, Helan Xiaoxin felt that the goddess was not wearing any clothes.    

Now that she treated herself as a fairy, she naturally wouldn't wear any clothes.    

One by one, the men's clothes, which did not match her delicate figure, began to fall down from her soft and silky white body.    

If Da Vinci were to be able to see all of this, he would definitely shout out, "Give me the brush. I want to draw another armed Venus!"    

No, Mona Lisa.    

In short, whether it was Venus or Mona Lisa, the current naked Helan Xiaoxin was enough to arouse the strong desire of all the painters to go crazy.    

But absolutely, Sister Xin didn't care about the artists painting her.    

Even if Lee Nanfang had suddenly become the most famous painter in the world, she did not care about him.    

She only cared about what Lee Nanfang did to her.    

Who knows.    

A woman's heart, a needle at the bottom of the sea.    

Lee Nanfang was deeply impressed by this famous saying.    

He felt that he had made it clear enough to Yue Zitong: "It's impossible for the two of us, even if you are Feng'er and I am Sha Wutong, even if there is no Mausoleum of Mausoleum, Sea no Horn and you are Feng'er and I am Sha Wutong … But why are you here again? I hate it. "    

When Lee Nanfang heard the door open gently and the sound of spring rain falling on the ground, Lee Nanfang sighed softly in his heart.    

He did not need to lift the red bridal veil over his head to imagine that the sound of the spring rain was actually made when the clothes fell on the carpet.    

Everything was fine. Why did Yue Zitong return? Why was she preparing to give him benefits?    

Of course, it's because she didn't give up and failed her hypocritical plan, so she was prepared to use her final trump card to seduce Boss Lee.    

"Sigh, you're underestimating me. Hugh said that I hate you so much now that I will never have anything more to do with you. Even if I don't hate you, how can I be with you in her club when the night god's life is uncertain? If you do it, the sin will deepen. "    

When a soft body gently leaned on Lee Nanfang, Lee Nanfang's disgust for Yue Zitong had already reached its peak.    

At the same time, he also felt that it was a bit strange for Yue Zitong to be so brainless.    

She should be very clear about Lee Nanfang's attitude towards her. At this moment, the two little tricks of a beauty recommending the pillow would only have the opposite effect.    

Well, she should have known better.    

Otherwise, during the two hours they were alone, she wouldn't have said nothing.    

It was because she did not explain why she married Lee Nanfang's ashes back then. She pushed that rather unworthy matter to the Yue Clan.    

She only whispered, "I'm sorry."    

A single apology was better than a thousand words of explanation. It was both elegant and dignified, fitting her current status as the family head.    

Then, why was she so shameless now?    

Lee Nanfang wanted to see what Yue Zitong would do next.    

If she did have a good time, then after she made up for her past regrets, she would turn hostile towards her husband.    

In any case, all men had the good habit of refusing to admit their debt once they put on their pants. Lee Nanfang didn't want a pot of soup to be ruined just because of this "mouse sh * t" of his.    

You never know what a woman is thinking, just as you should never think that a man who is in a bad mood doesn't want to ride a horse with a woman.    

The capriciousness of a woman meant that the song would be passed down sooner or later — "The Girl's Mind You Can't Guess".    

Even if the sky were to fall, a man would have to do what he had to do now.    

Therefore, when she opened Boss Lee's belt nimbly with her hot mouth and bit her pants to ease down, Lee Nanfang pretended to fall asleep and turned over, helping her to take off her pants just in time.    

Scumbag Lee's action of being a b * tch and wanting to establish a chastity arch made the woman laugh proudly.    

Helan Xiaoxin was quite pleased with her marriage wife's decision to allow her to take the initiative to attack her husband, who was still living in a critical condition. She felt that she had not wasted this half a year in prison.    

The prison was a big furnace, and the "practitioners" came from three hundred and sixty lines.    

There were all sorts of things, all sorts of unorthodox and unorthodox ways.    

The other obvious characteristic of practitioners was that they were basically the top elites of their industry.    

If you don't play with flowers, you don't have the qualifications to work there.    

The male prisoners were like that, and Female Prisoner was even more so.    

Why was it even more so?    

Compared to men with endless ambitions, women were easily satisfied.    

As long as she was not forced into a corner, she would never like to go to jail.    

That was why the women in the women's prison were the absolute elites of their respective professions.    

Amongst them, naturally it included the big sister who only made a living from selling jokes.    

Like those women who could stand on the street or be satisfied with half the door, they would never be able to enter the gates of provincial prisons in their lifetime.    

Not qualified.    

At most, he would only be punished to fall down after being caught.    

As a result, she became Helan Xiaoxin's jester, and could be said to be the world's most understanding man's psychological expert.    

They could easily make a man remember her and fill a bottomless pit with large amounts of money.    

Helan Xiaoxin, who was afraid that something might happen to her while she was in jail, naturally wouldn't miss out on such a great opportunity to become her disciple.    

She could also be considered as making preparations for how she would display her feminine charms when she was released from prison, allowing some guy to completely fall into her soft spots.    

Yi Duo didn't feel pressured at all.    

His hard work did not disappoint him.    

Helan Xiaoxin, who had been studying in a female prison for more than half a year, was finally able to show off her skills tonight. It was time to show off her true skills.    

Actually, according to the smiling elites' wholeheartedly imparting, Sister Xin had a great killing technique.    

However, Helan Xiaoxin didn't dare to do that.    

This was because she had tried to get Boss Lee to kiss her beautiful feet that were naturally formed, but in the end, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of saliva.    

Lee Nanfang said that of the billions of feet in the world, only my son, my daughter, who was under the age of one, could make me kiss him.    

Kissing her baby's little feet was even more satisfying than eating the whole meal.    

The Stinky Foot of an amiable woman — what does that mean?    

This is insulting your father's noble character!    

It was because Sister Xin knew that Lee Nanfang was thinking this way that she didn't dare to put her foot in his mouth when she was displaying her godly powers.    

But you can put it on your chest and draw circles.    

This should be fine, right?    

Could he be fine?    

Lee Nanfang, who clearly felt his blood boiling, finally stopped pretending to be asleep.    

Who could pretend to sleep with a woman's head moving up and down and her body moving up and down?    

"Night God, I'm sorry. It's not that my willpower isn't strong enough, it's just that the enemy is too cunning. "    

Lee Nanfang shouted in his heart. Suddenly, he lifted the big red wedding dress that covered his head.    

The reason why scum could become scum was because when he did bad things, he would always find the most suitable reason.    

To be honest, he couldn't completely blame Lee Nanfang.    

If Yang Xiao didn't use Hua Yeshen and had activated a certain pattern for him, his willpower to resist a woman would still be strong.    

Helan Xiaoxin's actions at this moment were coincidentally coincidental and lustful. It was exactly what Yang Xiao intended to do.    

Therefore, even though Lee Nanfang had gritted his teeth to resist, in the end, it was still because of a charming snort from the woman's nose. His resolution to die was still as broken as if a dam had been broken.    

Lee Nanfang, who sat up, raised his hand to grab the woman's hair.    

When women serve men like this, don't men like to make hair-picking motions?    

Lee Nanfang's five fingers were about to touch the woman's hair when he was suddenly stunned: "It, it's you!?"    

"If it's not me, then who is it? Do you think I'm Zitong? "    

Helan Xiaoxin smiled flirtatiously as she lifted her head. Her red tongue lightly brushed across her lips.