Strongest Guard

When it rains on a cloudy day, people generally feel bad due to the weather.

Especially for single young women like Yue Zitong who don’t go to nightclubs to have fun after get off work, they can only go home with a sense of excitement, curled up on the sofa watching the rain outside in a daze, can’t help thinking about some unpleasant things. The mood became lower and more negative.

Today is different. Mr. Yue actually drove home humming a small song. After seeing the splash of water being run over by the wheels, he still felt very beautiful. Even the harsh car horns in the past sounded so sweet.

It was not until the car drove into the courtyard of the villa that she suddenly realized that she seemed to be abnormal.

It's too abnormal. Why is she so happy? After get off work, she is full of thoughts to go home quickly, just like a child is looking forward to the New Year.

Could it be because there are more people in the family?

Cut, how is it possible? My auntie is in a good mood. It's all because of rain. I don't know if the farmer's uncle's corn needs to be watered. This late downpour is enough to drink enough for the thirsty land.

This auntie this is worrying about the country and the people ---- By the way, that stinky shameless scum, after seeing the auntie driving into the yard, why hasn't he greeted him with an umbrella quickly, a very dog-legged pair? appearance?

After waiting for a while before the scum ran out with an umbrella under the umbrella, Mou was always a little angry, and after a cold snort did he think of the umbrella in the back seat of the car.

Don't let me see you sleeping on the sofa in the living room, I promise I won't kill you.

Yue Zitong walked into the living room sullenly, threw down the rainwater on the umbrella and put it in front of the door, then opened the door and walked into the living room.

The scum is not in the living room, nor in the kitchen. The door of the east room is also hidden, and you can see that very clean wooden bed at a glance----Huh, how about his people?

Yue Zitong is sure that she would never go up to the second floor without her permission. After all, when she drove into the yard, she once lightly tapped the horn. If he really dared to go to her territory and do bad things privately. 'And ran down in a hurry.

After confirming that Mr. Scum was not hiding, after trying to scare her, Yue Zitong suddenly became annoyed inexplicably: Could it be that he couldn't stand being with me and got out while I was at work?

Humph, just get out of here!

He lifted his foot and kicked on the door panel, and Mr. Yue kicked twice again, and the pair of stiletto heels flew out, lying on the floor sadly like Xiaoliang's family abandoned by the heartbreaker.

"It's just right to get out, it's just right to get out of it, this saves me all the effort to rush."

Yue Zitong murmured, walked to the wine cabinet and took a glass and poured a glass of red wine, lying on the sofa lazily as usual, with two white feet on the desk, took the remote control and turned on the TV. .

The football game is being played. The national football team is playing at home against a country where the victims are wailing. A match is falling behind. The fans in the stands who love you and do not regret are beginning to scold their mothers.

Perhaps due to the influence of his career, Yue Zitong also likes this kind of power-type sports, and he is barely a pseudo-fan. In the past, he used to put a national flag on his cheeks, and went to the scene to give the gang with little ability and temper. The players cheer for them, hoping they can die like a man-more tragic and heroic.

Looking at it now, she wants to scold her mother!

This was not the case before. No matter how bad the performance of the national football team is, she will not spit out a series of waste, dementia, and other insults to damage her noble image of the proud girl of heaven, and even want to smash the TV. Up.

"Go to death, trash!"

Just when Mr. Yue raised the remote control and was about to smash it on the TV, the door of the living room opened, and someone made a fuss: "Damn, you are too unscrupulous, right? It rains so heavily, so you can eat comfortably. One point, I went shopping for you in the rain, but you let me die!"

Hey, why did the national football suddenly play beautifully?

Tsk, tusk, look at that number nine, how beautiful is the movement of falling to the ground and shoveling?

Yes, yes, just kick it!

Put down these domestic refugees who can’t even eat food and have the face to play football. My aunt’s mood improved all at once, and she wanted to jump on the TV and kick a player from a certain country with her feet. But still indifferent, put down the raised remote control and looked up at the door.

Li Nanfang was soaked all over, carrying several plastic bags in his hands, which were filled with vegetables and meat condiments. There was a plastic bag under his left armpit, and fresh green wild vegetables appeared.

It turned out that he had gone shopping, and there was no such thing as a silent fuck.

Yue Zitong raised his eyebrows slightly and explained lightly: "I'm not talking about you, I'm scolding those who play football."

"Oh, I said you can’t be so unconscionable. Scold it, continue to scold, and by the way, scold me a few words, and I’ll cook. Well, you’re lucky today, I was on the way back, I found some fresh shepherd's purse. This is a good thing, environmentally friendly and nutritious. Knock the egg on it and bake it with an electric baking pan. That taste can make the greedy mouth water of the gods."

Li Nanfang took off his shoes and walked to the kitchen to pass a high heel shoe. He kicked his foot to the sofa at will, his mouth was slanted: "Please respect my labor achievements in the future, and don't throw your shoes around. Dirty the ground."

Yue Zitong discovered that she had lived in for two years, and the floor that she dragged when she cleaned the house for Li Nanfang that night was much cleaner than when she left in the morning.

Of course she won't admit her mistakes, pouting her little mouth: "Cut, is this my house? Isn't this my home? I can do whatever I like, can you manage it?"

Li Nanfang ignored her.

Really smart men will never quarrel with women on such matters, because they can find 10,000 reasons to explain that they really don't need to cherish the fruits of other people's labor.

It would be better to save some energy and reward yourself with something delicious. Mr. Li is a carnivorous animal. Those mussels suitable for Yue Zitong, no matter how much you eat, will disappear in an hour.

Of course, Mr. Li was not stupid enough to go out shopping when it was about to rain. He took a taxi out when Yue Zitong was off work. After buying things first, he hid in the car and waited for her to leave work.

No matter what he thinks about Yue Zitong, he must now provide her with secret protection at all times-no way, if this girl really has a long and two shortcomings, he can't explain to his mother.

After the car following Yue Zitong drove safely into the villa, Li Nanfang had the intention to appreciate the rainy scenery, and found that the soil **** behind the green belt next to him was actually covered with shepherd's purse.

Humming the little song that his sister missed her brother's tears, Li Nanfang quickly picked up wild vegetables, and couldn't help swallowing.

He has always thought that cooking is actually like killing people, and it is worthy of his wholehearted treatment. It is regarded as an art.

Strictly speaking, cooking is more important than killing.

Only those self-righteous elders regard cooking as a trivial matter that undermines the dignity of a man. How can they experience the satisfaction in their hearts when they make a good meal by themselves?

Let Yue Zitong do it?

Damn, stop teasing, who would expect a woman with only noodles in the kitchen to make delicious meals, it must be kicked in the head by a donkey, or it is raining.

"Do you want me to help you?"

Hearing Yue Zitong’s voice, Li Nanfang, who was squatting on the floor choosing vegetables, turned his head after hearing Yue Zitong’s voice from the door of the kitchen. He saw a pair of beautiful feet, nestled in a pair of small red crystal slippers. The red and white contrast was very attractive, and then raised his hand fiercely. I patted myself on the thigh: "Oh, forgot!"

"Forgot what?"

Yue Zitong was taken aback by Li Nanfang who was shocked, and quickly asked concerned.

"Forgot to buy two trotters. Simmering trotters and soy beans, it is absolutely delicious in the world-hey, why are you crazy? Why hit me with stinky shoes?"

Li Nanfang's head tilted, the little crystal slippers that Yue Zitong kicked over hit him on the shoulder, grabbed it and threw it back, shouting: "If you don't want to eat, just say it, don't be nervous-it smells, you Haven't washed your feet in years?"

Yue Zitong turned sideways to avoid the flying slippers, snorted and jumped on one foot, like Super Mario, jumped to the sofa and sat down.

If it weren’t for the scum cooking, she would never give up so easily. Who made him stare at her showing her feet with a squint, saying that the pig’s trotters are missing. I really think Mr. Yue is lacking in roots and can’t hear him mocking her. ?

"A **** with no bead, whose pig's feet can be so white and tender?"

Yue Zitong thought for a while, got up from the sofa and quickly walked up the stairs.

She didn't want to let this guy take advantage of her anymore, she had to wear socks, that kind of thick socks.

When Mr. Yue took a shower by the way, sat on the bed with a notebook and summed up a certain proposal of the company, and walked down in a loose-fitting suit, Li Nanfang put the dinner on the table.

A large plate of egg shepherd's purse, white rice dry rice, half a pot of braised pork that can hold the pig to death exudes a fragrant aroma, green sea rice and rapeseed, it looks refreshing after being poured with sesame oil, plus a plate of **** lotus root with great knife skills.

"Boss Yue, are you satisfied with the dinner prepared by the younger one?"

Li Nanfang, who must have eaten a few pieces of braised pork a long time ago, wiped his shiny lips, and pulled the chair away for her doglegally.

"That's the case, just make do."

Yue Zitong sat down, and even she wondered how she would feel so at ease when receiving this guy's diligent service. Don't forget that we only ate together this morning, and it almost killed her last night----

Li Nanfang didn't expect Yue Zitong to praise him, he smiled generously and asked, "Would you like a drink?"

Yue Zitong didn't object. He ordered red wine for dinner. It is said that the thing can beautify, but it is estimated that this is the nonsense of those who sell alcohol. In order to make women get used to drinking, they have to drink red wine.

When Li Nanfang went to get the wine, the light suddenly went out, and the darkness immediately surrounded Yue Zitong.

There may be a power outage on rainy days, which is nothing unusual, but Yue Zitong doesn't have emergency lights or something at home, it seems that you have to rely on the flashlight that comes with the phone.

As soon as she took out the phone, there was a warm red light on her back. Looking back, she saw Li Nanfang walking in with a candlestick on which two red candles burst into flames.

"I heard that it was your forty-eighth birthday a few days ago. I don't know. I will give Aunt Yue a warm candlelight dinner tonight, which is a supplement for you."

Li Nanfang came over with a grin and placed the candlestick in the middle of the dining table.

The corner of Yue Zitong's mouth curled: "You are wrong. I am eighty-eight this year. You have to call my grandma."

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