Strongest Guard

Yue Zitong was completely dumbfounded. "What about Officer Bai's boyfriend?"    

Seeing that Director Yue was a hero, Sister Zhang calmed her anger a little. She briefly recounted the matter of Lee Nanfang calling Bai Linger. In the end, she still had to complain.    

After hearing it, Director Yue blinked his big eyes, but he still looked confused: "Bai Linger, since when did he become his girlfriend? Just because of such a small matter, he actually used the relationship between the Qingshan City Board? "    

"To you, Director Yue, this is obviously a small matter. But in the hearts of us sisters, it's no less than stabbing a hole in the sky. "That's it, don't look for us again, Director Yue."    

As Sister Zhang spoke, she took out the purchase card and threw it into the car window.    

"Wait, please wait a moment. "Sister Zhang."    

Seeing her turn around and leave, Yue Zitong quickly asked: "Where's Lee Nanfang?"    

"He left."    

"He left? Where did he go? Why didn't I see him on the way here? "    

"I took a taxi back to Qingshan that night."    

Sister Zhang quickened her pace as she finished her sentence.    

"He took a taxi back to Qingshan during the night?"    

Yue Zitong repeated herself in a low voice. She leaned against the car and realized that she had messed with something.    

Originally, she wanted to play an old fairy tale where she could make Lee Nanfang suffer a little bit — Who told him to kneel to him in the morning? He was indifferent to it all. If she didn't make him taste some pain, it would be hard to quell the anger in his heart.    

On the other hand, to further deepen his bad impression of Min Rou would be to further alienate their relationship.    

But who would have thought that after being captured to the sub-bureau, this guy would actually use Bai Linger's banner. It scared Sister Zhang and the others so much that their hearts trembled.    

"Actually, I'm not just putting on an act."    

After the cold autumn wind blew in, Yue Zitong's body shivered. She turned around and opened the door to get on the car. After hesitating for a while, she started to call Lee Nanfang.    

"You returned to Qingshan?"    

"Yes, in the car."    

"I, I was just joking with you."    

"I know. If you're serious, I won't answer your phone. "    

"Then why did you go back that night?"    

"Very simple."    

Lee Nanfang looked out the window at the rapidly retreating night scene and said calmly, "Inside the detention room at the sub-bureau, why not go home and sleep comfortably?"    

"I won't let you sleep in a holding cell."    

Yue Zitong said, "Come back here — we'll sleep together tonight."    

"Forget it. I don't want to be scared senseless."    

"I swear, I'm sincere this time!"    

"When were you not sincere?"    

Lee Nanfang yawned and said: "I'm a bit tired, so I'm hanging up now."    

Yue Zitong thought that the matter tonight had widened the distance between her and Lee Nanfang.    

In fact, she didn't know that this matter had no effect on the distance between the two of them. It was still very far away — also very close, separated by a door.    

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't open that door.    

Lee Nanfang wasn't angry.    

He didn't get angry at all and rushed back to Qingshan during the night. He just wasn't interested in playing this childish game with her again.    

He was very busy. The most important thing right now was to face the danger that came from Loong Chengcheng.    

Before Xiao Loong left, he had told him that it was best to stay far away from someone, and had purposely said the word 'dragon'. His original intention was to tell him that it was the Yue Clan that wanted to do him in, but Lee Nanfang mistook it for Loong Chengcheng.    

This woman was too crazy. After the failed assassination attempt on Lee Nanfang, who knew what other powerful methods she would use next?    

No matter what powerful tactics she used, Lee Nanfang was not afraid.    

But the crux of the matter was, he couldn't spend all his limited energy dealing with the danger that would arise at any time, right?    

It was a well-known saying that danger must be strangled in the cradle, Lee Nanfang felt that it made a lot of sense.    

Loong Chengcheng, who represented danger, naturally wouldn't sleep in the cradle at night. She would only sleep on the big comfortable bed, curled up on her side, and had her light blue body draped over her.    

Many women were used to holding something in their arms and legs when they were sleeping. Only then would she feel safe.    

When the midnight bell was rung by the Big Dumb Clock on the second floor of the train station, Loong Chengcheng's slightly closed eyelashes fluttered and she slowly opened her eyes.    

Even now, scientists still could not explain how a person's sixth sense could cause a person to open their eyes while they were still asleep.    

Under the dim light of the night light, Loong Chengcheng saw the bedroom door being pushed open little by little without a sound, as if an invisible ghost was entering.    

Loong Chengcheng's Pupillary Pupil abruptly shrank as fear that was like electricity coursed through every nerve tip in her four limbs and bones, making her subconsciously want to scream.    

His mouth opened, but no sound came out.    

The fear, in the shortest amount of time, paralyzed her screaming neurons, causing her to helplessly watch a black shadow float in like a ghost from outside the door.    

The ghost's appearance could not be seen clearly. Its entire body was black, including its head. It had no eyes, no nose, and no mouth — it was a ghost dressed in black, with a black filament covering its head.    

This should be the black threads that had just been washed out by Loong Family after they returned home in the evening. The black threads were hanging on the sunburn in the bathroom, yet this person, who was pretending to be mysterious, had worn them on her head to scare her.    

The familiar fragrance was like a dazzling sun that drove away the darkness that shrouded Loong Chengcheng, allowing her to quickly come to life.    

As long as it wasn't a demonic thing but a human, Director Loong was not afraid of anything. That was because there was a small Browning pistol hidden under her pillow.    

"Go to hell!"    

Loong Chengcheng screamed as the prankster crept towards her. When she sat up, she had already raised her hands, pointed the gun at him and pulled the trigger with her fingers.    

Just as the gun was about to hit the needle and whizz out of the gun, her wrist suddenly felt pain. Her fingers could no longer hold on. The man in black had grabbed her wrist before she could fire.    

"Ah!    

Surprised, Loong Chengcheng opened her mouth to scream. The familiar smell of washing liquid assaulted her again. This time, it was her little black knitted vest that was stuffed into her mouth in time.    

The man in black threw the Browning pistol onto the ground and kicked it to the corner of the wall.    

Who is he?    

Why didn't Zhang Han and the others, who were in charge of security, give an early warning?    

Loong Chengcheng's heart was filled with terror as she began to struggle with all her might. However, compared to the man in black, she was just like a little chicken, not even worth mentioning.    

It was easy for her to put her hands behind her back. One of her hands grabbed onto her wrists and lifted it up slightly. The pain made her vision turn black, but no sound came out.    

Soon after, Loong Chengcheng felt the hair at the back of her head being forcefully pulled down, so she could only raise her chin. That person used her other black silk to tie her hands together with her hair tightly, forming a triangle, making her unable to struggle anymore other than kicking her legs forcefully.    

Loong Chengcheng realized what was going to happen next.    

When doing all these, the black clothed man had always been silent, his binding skills were shockingly professional, fast, efficient, more than a hundred times better than the male actors such as the Japan and porno film.    

Bundle--    

Loong Chengcheng thought of a certain word.    

Influenced by the traditional culture of Japan, many commonly used simple adjectives such as whips, candles, and the like were bestowed with a lively and fragrant color.    

However, never in her wildest dreams would Loong Chengcheng ever imagine that she would experience something like this with her own eyes. Furthermore, she couldn't even shout out loud.    

This was the real deal, and it was countless times more brilliant than his Japan friends.    

Soon, when Loong Chengcheng was -- she suddenly realized something.    

She had met two men in total, one was her husband, Yue Qingke, and the other was Lee Nanfang.    

Women were very sensitive to this kind of thing. Even if two men imitated each other's movements, she would be able to tell the difference and distinguish between them. What's more, Lee Nanfang himself was quite unique.    

Lee Nanfang, so it's you bastard!    

If you dare to use such a method to humiliate me, I will kill you!    

I must kill you!    

Sure, sure — When Loong Chengcheng screamed in her heart for the eighteenth time, her whole body began to tremble violently.    

If he was satisfied, he would shout it out. He wasn't just joking around, he had a certain level of scientific reasoning.    

Strictly speaking, feeling good and feeling bad were brothers that couldn't be separated. As long as they were excessive, they would need someone to shout in order to dilute the pain, or to feel the unbearable trembling and feeling good.    

What would it be like if you had to shout to keep all aspects of your body normal and couldn't shout out?    

It was not much better than having a stomachache where one desperately needed a big boss, but the Ju Zun door was blocked.    

This was the true suffering.    

Lee Nanfang knew very well that he wouldn't have used such a method to punish her.    

This kind of punishment would only punish her nerves, but wouldn't cause any harm to her body.    

Tears had long since flowed out of the corners of Loong Chengcheng's eyes.    

She swore that she would rather be delayed by a knife for three days and three nights than suffer such a fate.    

She wanted to fall unconscious, but she would be jolted awake by the feeling of being struck by lightning soon. Only occasionally would she wake up, and the pupils in her eyes would start to slow down, showing signs of expanding.    

After an unknown period of time, Loong Chengcheng finally recovered from the unbearable pain.    

She was still in a state of unbound, sweaty state, as if she'd been fished out of the water.