Strongest Guard

Loong Chengcheng froze for a moment before asking, "How, how did you know him?"    

Lee Nanfang said: "Yesterday, after I left the Bureau, I went to the Thirteenth Sister teahouse at Sun's request, where I met Hua Yeshen and Holan Fusu. "Director Loong, if you don't believe me, you can send someone over to get the surveillance footage. We'll know if they're lying to you."    

Loong Chengcheng didn't say anything else. After a moment of silence, she hung up the phone.    

Lee Nanfang believed that as long as he said the news of Holan Fusu meeting with Yue Zitong and Hua Yeshen at the same time, Director Loong would automatically imagine the tangled relationship between the three of them.    

Hua Yeshenku chased after Holan Fusu, but Holan Fusu was in love with Yue Zitong. Loong Chengcheng must be very clear about this.    

Due to some pressure, Holan Fusu had no choice but to be together with the big miss of the Beijing Lin Family. Then, he would feel ashamed towards Yue Zitong, and think of ways to compensate her and gain psychological comfort.    

It wasn't that no one disliked Loong Chengcheng, it was just that no one wanted to interfere with this matter. However, this' no one 'did not include Holan Fusu.    

Since he didn't want to get into a direct conflict with the Yue Clan, he entrusted Hua Yeshen to help Yue Zitong.    

Hua Yeshen, who was infatuated with him, readily agreed and immediately rushed to Qingshan. Coincidentally, Mr. Lee Nanfang, the spokesperson chosen by Director Loong, was busy collecting funds. He immediately stepped in behind the scenes and ordered him to come into contact with Director Loong.    

After seeing Hua Yeshen's cheque, Director Loong should have known that she was involved.    

However, he didn't expect that Hua Yeshen's participation was entrusted to her by Holan Fusu.    

Lee Nanfang was a chess piece. After this was done, Holan Fusu and the other two won the tea shop — thus, they did what they needed to do and gave Loong Chengcheng face to avoid direct conflict. It could be said that killing two birds with one stone.    

This was the real intention of Holan Fusu. The goal was to completely remove himself from this matter and let Loong Chengcheng think about it herself, to figure out the complicated relationship between the three people.    

Lee Nanfang firmly believed that with Loong Chengcheng's IQ, she would definitely think this way.    

He successfully removed himself from this matter. As for the means that Loong Chengcheng would use to make Lee Nanfang disappear from the world, that was not a big deal.    

With a raise of his hand, Lee Nanfang could turn Director Loong's schemes into dust.    

If she was unwilling to give up, hmph, Mr. Lee wouldn't mind letting her see his tricks!    

If a man wanted to take care of a woman, especially a proud woman like Loong Chengcheng, the most useful method would be to use the fierceness of a man to beat her to death.    

If one time didn't work, then two times. If two times didn't work, then three times. If three times didn't work — it was time to tell her the story of the hunter beating the bear.    

It was said that there was a hunter who went into the mountains to beat a bear. After the first failure, he was pushed down by the bear. Then, the second time, the third time, he was pushed down by the bear.    

Finally, the bear got anxious and asked the hunter, "Are you here to hunt or are you here to sell?"    

The hunter was so ashamed that he lost all face and ran away, swearing that he would never hit a bear again.    

After taking care of Loong Chengcheng, who was the hardest to deal with, Lee Nanfang felt even more relaxed. He put on his half-dry pants, stepped onto Chen Dalee's second-hand motorcycle, and hit the gas pedal, weng weng, weng weng!    

F * ck, why is there a pit here?    

When Lee Nanfang, whose face had been covered by dirt from that crappy pit, rode his bicycle into the car park of Kaihuang Group headquarters, Min Rou coincidentally alighted from her little red car.    

"Hi, Secretary Min. Long time no see. Have you been well?"    

Lee Nanfang's left foot hooked up as he propped up his motorcycle. His face was full of smiles, which were even brighter than the seven thirty in the morning.    

Min Rou was stunned. She lowered her eyes and slammed the door. Without a word, she turned and walked quickly up the stairs.    

When Lee Nanfang saw the girl walk into the hall, his left shoulder knocked against the glass door. There was a bitter smile on his face.    

He could deeply sense how complicated, and even hesitant, Min Rou's mental activities had been after she saw him.    

He was the first man that had entered her heart.    

She didn't care that he'd ever had a style problem, that he'd been in jail.    

She was simply enjoying the feeling of being together with him that was so relaxed and warm. She hoped that one day, he would call Lao Min "dad".    

Was it really that hard to find a partner for a girl as gentle and kind as Min Rou with a perfect figure and appearance?    

Of course not!    

If she wanted to become Lao Min's son-in-law, she could probably line up from the South Heaven Gate to Penglai West Road. However, she fell for Lee Nanfang, a man she shouldn't have.    

Girls loved the wrong men and suffered injuries far more than choosing the wrong number to win the lottery. If she missed the special prize, it would be even more difficult for her to accept. However, she had to break her teeth and swallow her blood.    

Compared to Yue Zitong, who was superior to Min Rou in every aspect, she was not competitive at all.    

At the same time, Lee Nanfang, who was now filthy, had also lost his chance to pursue Min Rou.    

She was too clean, kind, and weak.    

If Lee Nanfang started to pursue her, he would definitely drag her into the muddle of Yue Zitong, Hua Yeshen, and Loong Chengcheng.    

If there was no surprise, Min Rou would be torn to shreds by Tan Luoshui!    

Therefore, if Lee Nanfang really cherishes her and takes care of her, he has to stay away from her.    

She ignored him, which was also what Lee Nanfang wanted the most.    

But why, when he saw the girl's shoulder hit the door, would his heart suddenly ache?    

This question was temporarily unsolvable.    

Lee Nanfang didn't want to find the answer either. After a bitter smile, he shook his head and walked quickly to the waiting room of the car.    

Right now, Yue Zitong is treating her subordinates more and more magnanimously. These fat sheep have just started work early in the morning and are already gathered around the table shouting, "Who dares to fight with me for three hundred rounds?"    

"Robbing!" Hands up! "    

Lee Nanfang had been standing at the door for seven or eight seconds already, yet no one had seen him. The feeling of being ignored was really unpleasant. He could only shout and scare this group of mad fat sheep.    

"Who — what the f * ck, Lee Nanfang!"    

The first one to turn around with a shake of his body was Sun Da'ming. After realizing that his playmate, who had been missing for many days, had returned, an expression of seeing his father surfaced on his fat face.    

Not everyone who was a son liked to see their own father.    

The tragic scene of Lee Nanfang killing everyone in the small town, causing every hero's pocket to shrink, everyone still remembered it in their hearts.    

"Hey, hey, where have you been all this time?"    

The others also warmly greeted him.    

Zhang Wei, the highest leader of the small car class, frowned and said with a smile: "Did you quit your job or did you leave to do something and now you're back at work?"    

"A while ago, I went to the United States to inherit the inheritance from a distant relative there."    

Lee Nanfang walked over, took out a bunch of money from his pocket and slammed it on the table. He called out in a heroic manner: "We are rich now. F * ck, the most depressing thing right now is that no matter how much money we spend, it won't just be spent. Brothers, help me spend all of my flowers and just treat it as doing good. "    

Your sister, why are you bragging?    

After rich people go to the gambling table, will they take out fifty cents' worth of money?    

Brothers, everyone be careful. This fellow is here to steal us again.    

Retreat, or fight?    

Alright, let's fight. We think that he only has a few hundred yuan left. If we force him, we can squeeze him away too. Sun Da'ming and the others looked at each other with a conspiracy in their eyes.    

After taking five hundred yuan from Chen Dalee yesterday, he went back to the city this morning and spent nine yuan for breakfast. He had four hundred and ninety-five yuan left over, and when he took it all out, it looked like a lot, but it was actually not much.    

Sun Da'ming and the others looked at each other. They didn't hide anything from Lee Nanfang's eyes. They knew what they were thinking. Now, when they play dirty tricks in a bit, he won't feel much guilt.    

Alas, is it easy for the working people to earn some money?    

Isn't this a bit too cruel?    

When this thought surfaced in Lee Nanfang's mind, he felt like a b * tch who used the money to set up a memorial archway for him, but it was quickly thrown out of his mind.    

Washing cards, cutting cards, dealing cards, Lee Nanfang, who just intervened, said.    

Picking up the card and glancing at it, Lee Nanfang laughed out loud and slammed it on the table. He shouted loudly that he hadn't seen everyone for a long time and couldn't bear to win your money.    

The seventh, according to the rules of the small car class playing cards, after the appearance of the leopard, everyone paid an extra fifty dollars.    

Other than Lee Nanfang, there were eight other students in the small car class. With the participation of the whole people, Lee Nanfang's math was pretty good. With the additional $840, he had a total of $440.    

"Fuck, a leopard came out the first time?"    

Sun Da'ming and the others looked at each other in dismay. They started to suspect that Lee Nanfang was up to no good, but the cards belonged to their own people. They cut the cards before they dealt them out, but Lee Nanfang just turned the cards over.    

It seemed like everyone was just unlucky enough to continue!    

Lee Nanfang sat in the hall, swishing the cards, respectfully inviting everyone to cut the cards, then under their close watch, one by one, dealt the cards.    

"Black Twenty!"    

"Follow!"    

"I'm fifty!"    

"Follow!"    

The money fell onto the table like fallen leaves. None of the eight people backed down as they all opened their eyes wide, hoping that Lee Nanfang would follow up.    

Lee Nanfang picked it up, looked at it and then laughed out loud. He threw the card on the table and shouted: "Three four! It's the same old rule. We only accept noodles and money from the sea! "    

"Holy shit, another leopard?"    

Zhang Wei and the rest were infuriated. They looked at Lee Nanfang in unison: "Are you kidding me!"    

"If that's the case, then there's no point. Which one of you has seen me fooling around?"    

Lee Nanfang's face sank as he said lightly, "If you want to bet, admit your defeat. If you want to bet, just do it. If you don't, don't come and drag me down. Don't come up with such a clumsy excuse to frame my innocence. Anyway, I won more than four hundred, so it's good that I didn't come. "    

Sun Da'ming and the others were anxious: "Wait, isn't it just a happy occasion? This little bit of money, bro didn't care. "Go on, if you win, you want to run. You're dreaming."    

"Alright, alright. Pleasant Face, up, Kam, Kam!"    

After receiving the money, Lee Nanfang began to shuffle the cards again. Everyone, please cut the cards before dealing the cards.    

Zhang Wei, who was at Lee Nanfang's next house, suddenly said: "Lee Nanfang, I want to change cards. "I'll trade for your cards."    

Lee Nanfang frowned: "There's such a thing?"    

"Just say if it's okay or not. If it's not, then just let it be."    

"Well, isn't it just a change of cards? Just change it yourself. "    

Lee Nanfang was very magnanimous.    

Zhang Wei changed his cards and, without even looking at it, turned black by fifty.    

"Follow!"    

"A hundred!"    

"Follow!"    

Soon, Sun Da'ming and the others all followed him to Lee Nanfang.    

Lee Nanfang picked up the card, glanced at it, then laughed out loud and slammed the card onto the table.