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The Tang Dynasty poet Liu Xiyi's "Gong Zi Xing" once said: Ten fingers do not touch the sun and spring water, now they are making soup for the king.

Yue Zitong’s lush and white fingers, if you cook for a man she likes, I believe there will be the kind of artistic conception mentioned in the poem. Even if no man is worthy of these little hands to cook, he should also be used to catch a pen and raise a gun. , Even if it is murder and arson, how can it be used to wash pots and dishes?

The plates and bowls were so creamy that they almost slipped out of their hands a few times and fell to the ground to let the scumbag watch the fun.

He really sat on the sofa she used to sit on, pretending to be an uncle with Erlang's legs crossed, with her cigarette dangling from his mouth, and humming a cliche in his nose, just like watching a play, with a playful look on his face. Sweat came out of Mr. Yue's smooth forehead.

President Yue really wanted to turn around and raise his hand, and put the plate on her head.

But she wouldn't do that. As the saying goes, she is willing to bet to lose. Yue Zitong is not the kind of person who can't afford to lose. Isn't she just washing pots and dishes? Can it be more difficult to serve than cutting wheat and weeds?

It has to be cleaned up. This point does not need to be reminded by Li Nanfang, Yue Zitong will also unswervingly implement it, after all, she will have to use these tableware for eating in the future.

Finally, all the pots and pans were cleaned, and when Yue Zitong lifted his arm to wipe the sweat in a long sigh of relief, he felt a sense of pride in his heart, as if he had just done something remarkable.

Pop, pop.

Monotonous applause came from the living room.

Does anyone rare your praise?

Yue Zitong sneered secretly, ignoring the guy, and quickly walked up the stairs.

Seeing that it was about to go to work, even if Mr. Yue was late, no one would dare to deduct her bonus, but she didn't want to do that, and she had to set an example for everyone.

Within three days, Li Nanfang didn't have to go to work and could heal his injuries at home-Yue Zitong agreed to him. Even though she had seen that there was no such thing as a lively ass, she still didn't want to lose her weight.

Besides, he didn’t go to the company to cause her trouble, and she was also cleaner, lest Vice President Qi found her again, saying that Li Nanfang had a fight in the trolley squad again, so she had to say that the servant was Min Rou’s relationship. The poor relatives in the countryside have never seen the world, so let the staff of the trolley team bear with me.

"Can you fix the air conditioner? It's too hot at night, some can't stand it."

After Yue Zitong, who put on a small white skirt, stepped on high heels and walked down the stairs, Li Nanfang, who was sitting on the sofa, owed his **** and asked, with a look of hope on his face.

Yue Zitong looked at him from the corner of his eyes, and asked faintly: "What else do you want?"

Li Nanfang refreshed his spirits and quickly said, “It doesn’t take too much. Apart from the air conditioner, you can change to a big bed, get a refrigerator, and hang a TV on the wall. Oh, it’s better to get a desktop computer. You can play games."

"Any other requirements?"

"No, I'm easily contented."

"You are very content. But-no."

After uttering the last two words, Yue Zitong suddenly felt that the world is so beautiful, the sky is so blue, the clouds are so white, the flowers are red and willow green, and the air is full of joyous elements.

Especially Li Nanfang's stinky face that was held back, made Yue Zitong think of a poem by Li Bai: Yang Tian laughed and went out!

It can’t be like that, it will damage the image of Mr. Yue Zongbing as a beauty. You can laugh if you want to—when the car drove out of the villa and galloped forward, Yue Zitong couldn’t help it anymore and let out a string of silver bell-like smiles. Feel comfortable.

It is absolutely every man’s duty to keep a beautiful woman in a good mood after serving the uncle. Li Nanfang takes this sentence deeply and despise Yue Zitong by the way: You are still an agent, and you don’t know how to be superior. His living environment is the truth of the secret agent’s grave.

This is like the hero's grave in the gentle village.

No matter how ferocious a lion is, once it is locked in a zoo, its instincts that make the animals tremble in the wild will gradually be consumed by ease.

Only by being in a harsh environment at all times can we always maintain the results of years of hard training.

Slowly speaking, Yue Zitong deliberately broke the air conditioner in Li Nanfang’s room and moved the TV away. Even if he had it, he would not turn on the air conditioner and watch TV. As for desktop computers-in this era of more and more advanced smartphones , Computers will be eliminated sooner or later.

Li Nanfang deliberately made those requests to Yue Zitong, just to hope that she can maintain a good mood today, no matter what, she is also an aunt?

Alas, if a person lies on a wicker chair under the sun and wakes up naturally, even if it is given to an emperor, he will not change it.

When Li Nanfang sighed happily, the phone on the cabinet in the corner rang, showing that the caller ID was from Jinghua.

Originally, he didn't want to care, but suddenly remembered why Yue Zitong had to bear with him again and again. If he guessed correctly, this call should be from the Yue family.

"Hi, hello, who may I ask?"

God can guarantee that this is the first time Li Nanfang used such a polite tone when answering a call.

A majestic old man's voice was sandwiched between an elderly, and from the microphone: "Li Nanfang?"

"Yes, I am Li Nanfang."

Li Nanfang's tone became more respectful: "Excuse me, who are you?"

"Hehe, I'm Zitong's grandfather."

The old man over there smiled. If Yue Zitong was present, he would definitely be depressed to death: You have called me so many calls before, and it seems that you have never been so kind!

"Zitong's grandfather?"

Li Nanfang pretended to be stunned, and then suddenly realized: "Oh, hello, sir! My aunt just went to work, do you want me to call her back?"

"No, I'm looking for you."

"Find me?"

Li Nanfang pretended not to understand: "Master, how do you know I am here?"

"Boy, don't pretend."

Lao Yue said lightly over there: "If you didn't have my consent, would you go to Zitong?"

"Ha ha."

Li Nanfang smiled and said nothing.

After you Lao Yue agrees, can I come to Yue Zitong?

Damn, if this is not what the teacher meant, what kind of green onion you Lao Yue can drive me to protect her personally!

"Are you thinking, don't think I'm your sister's father, if it wasn't for her to send you to protect Zitong, which onion would I be able to point fingers at the infamous black ghost?"

"Father, I think you'd better change your fierce name to a prestige name to make it easier to hear."

Li Nanfang smiled and corrected the sick words in Xia Lao Yue's words, but did not say anything else, which admitted that he was right.

As for Lao Yue knowing that he is a black ghost, Li Nanfang wouldn't be surprised: the old man married by his mother is Lao Yue's eldest son-in-law. In order to curry favor with the old man, he has nothing to say or do.

How could the old and refined old Yue couldn't hear what Li Nanfang meant, and his tone became cold: "Li Nanfang, do you think that if it wasn't for your teacher's pleading, begging me to agree to marry Zitong to you, she would Have the courage to send you to approach Zitong?"

"what?"

Li Nanfang was stunned.

On the night of the ‘Hero Save the Beauty’ in the bar, when the old man called him, he also said that his wife hoped that he could marry Yue Zitong in the future, so he was sent to protect her.

At that time, Li Nanfang thought that his mother had the idea, like all mothers in the world who think about their sons, they are doing trouble with their selfishness when they see beautiful girls and want to be daughters-in-law. Although Yue Zitong is her younger sister, both There is no blood relationship between them. Both in theory and in practice, they have certain operability, so it is not surprising.

He thought that it was just the wishful thinking of his mother. In order to make her happy, he could pretend to work hard in this direction.

But now it seems that things are far from being as simple as Li Nanfang thought. The mother actually wanted to match him with Yue Zitong, begging Lao Yue bitterly, and only after getting permission, let him come to Qingshan City.

Lao Yue spoke again: "Do you know why I agree? The fourth article of the Yue family rules stipulates that once the Yue family daughter is seen by a man, she must marry him. Whether that man is an old man or a monster---- Back then, when your master was able to marry your master, you used this despicable method."

Li Nanfang understood, and asked in a low voice, "Master, did you ask my aunt the same way?"

"Yes."

Lao Yue confessed straightforwardly: "She is the daughter of the Yue family, so she has to follow the Yue family's rules. There is no change in this. To be honest, I thought of your ugly appearance back then and I was still very unwilling. But thank you for it. When you grow up to perfection and become a normal person, your sister dare to dare to beg for you."

Li Nanfang smiled bitterly: "My aunt, surely you won't agree? Her temper is not very good."

"You don't have to worry about this."

Lao Yue said, "In order for her mother to leave the Yue family and follow her, she must agree to marry you."

Lao Yue's voice became deepened, with a little sadness: "Li Nanfang, treat Zitong well. She has lost her father since she was a child-you should have seen it on TV, in any wealthy family, There is no lack of intrigue and obscure struggles. Her mother is cowardly by nature, so it is normal for her to be a little more domineering."

"But she looks like she doesn't like me at all."

Li Nanfang was silent for a long time before he said, "The point is that I don't like her either. You should know that it's difficult for two young people who don't like each other to walk together. Father, discuss something with you."

Lao Yue asked, "Do you want me to do the ideological work of your teacher's mother so that she won't bring you two together?"

"Yes."

Li Nanfang gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "You tell me, I already have a woman I like. However, I haven't dared to tell my mother----"

Lao Yue interrupted him: "Why?"

"I once promised my mother that I cannot associate with any woman until I turn 23."

Before the age of twenty-three, Li Nanfang was still in a critical period of reverse growth. His mother was worried that his premature contact with women would affect his'development', so she gave him a strict order that if you want to find a woman, you have to live it. Let's talk about it for the 23rd birthday.

Li Nanfang also agreed to his mother.

But later, Li Nanfang, who had always bowed his head to his mother, could not hold the demon hidden in his body at the age of 22, and what happened to a certain woman. Whenever he saw beautiful women, he would have that kind of thought.

"I don't care, tell her about it yourself."

After listening to Li Nanfang, Lao Yue sneered over there: "Anyway, I have agreed to your teacher's request, and I have also strictly ordered Zitong to marry you. In a short while, her mother will live with you. As for what you should do, that's your business."

Li Nanfang opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

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