Strongest Guard

Vice President Li had not been in high spirits all afternoon. He refused Sun Da'ming's warm invitation to play cards and played on his phone alone on the sofa.    

    

Although he wasn't a love saint, he wasn't a fool. Of course, he could feel the feelings after being rejected by Min Rou when she invited him again.    

    

It was, no doubt, a painful blow to a girl's self-confidence, and it would embarrass her to see him again, and perhaps even cause her to resign.    

    

With Lee Nanfang's help, Lao Min was able to recover the property that had been taken away with interest. 6 million was not a very impressive amount, but it was enough to make a huge difference to an ordinary person. The Min family could use this money to do a small business, such as opening a small supermarket.    

    

That way, Min Rou, who no longer had to work hard to pay her father's debt, would probably resign and help her father start his business again.    

    

Lee Nanfang felt a strange sense of loss when he thought of how he might never see Min Rou again.    

    

He was sure that he hadn't fallen in love with Min Rou — perhaps, until now, he hadn't fallen in love with any girl at all. At most, he was concerned about her, which had a lot to do with his unusual childhood experiences.    

    

But if she hadn't fallen in love with Min Rou, why would she have felt such a sense of frustration at the thought of her resignation?    

    

Lee Nanfang didn't understand and could only become more and more agitated. Coincidentally, Sun Da'ming just put away the big one and started laughing maniacally, which was very harsh and made him sit up abruptly. Just as he was about to shout out "What are you laughing at?", the phone on the gambling table rang.    

    

The driver of the car crew was still very conscious. He couldn't forget to work while playing cards. Afraid that he would be too engrossed in the game, he placed his computer on the gambling table so that he could see the bell whenever it rang.    

    

Immediately, all the laughter and sighs disappeared. Zhang Wei reached out to grab the microphone and said, "I am Class Rep LuLu, Zhang Wei. Hello, what can I do for you?" "Alright, alright, I understand. I will arrange it."    

    

After hearing Zhang Wei call Director Yue, the guys all tensed up. They looked at each other and thought, Director Yue, who had never used a private car before, suddenly called the small car class. Did he know that we were playing cards at work?    

    

However, looking at Zhang Wei's expression, it didn't seem like he was being trained at all. It was as if he did not expect it at all.    

    

Zhang Wei put down the phone, looked at everyone and then said: "Director Yue called to ask for someone to be appointed as her chauffeur."    

    

Sun Da'ming and the others immediately straightened up with shining eyes, hoping that Zhang Ben would send them to drive a car for Director Yue.    

    

The chauffeur, along with the secretary, had always been a close confidant of the big boss. As long as one was ambitious, they would strive hard for this position.    

    

Zhang Wei was still quite arrogant. Even though he knew what the big guy was thinking, he still looked at him alone. Those who were seen by him would immediately raise their chests even higher — but in the end, they all lost.    

    

Damn, I knew you would choose yourself. You're the class monitor of the small car class!    

    

"Nanfang, from now on you're Director Yue's chauffeur," Lee Nanfangson said, his eyes finally falling on Jack's face.    

    

Speaking of which, he had the driver's license in his pocket, which was even obtained by Director Yue. He also believed that Yue Zitong would definitely call him out by naming him as the driver on the phone.    

    

Lee Nanfang was very generous to only thank others for this. He stood up with a grateful expression, thanking Zhang Ban for recommending him, secretly thinking about how to make him lose the next bet and then punish him for his posturing.    

    

Soon, it was time to get off work. Lee Nanfang was no longer like before. When others were standing in front of the car, he leisurely walked away. He had to look at everyone and wait for his master's arrival with his doggy legs erect in front of the car.    

    

As usual, the first person to walk out of the hall after work was always Director Yue.    

    

Min Rou followed closely behind her.    

    

It was her duty to send Director Yue to her electric car after she got on the car.    

    

This way, she would definitely notice Lee Nanfang, who was standing in front of the car. However, her face was calm, but if one looked carefully, they would see that the sadness between her brows had become even stronger.    

    

"Secretary Min, let me do it."    

    

Lee Nanfang opened the back door of the car before Min Rou could open the door.    

    

This brat's dog-legged appearance made Director Yue very satisfied. Director Yue nodded to show his encouragement and then bowed as he got on the car.    

    

Lee Nanfang closed the car door. When he turned around to look at Min Rou, she had already walked to the side with quick steps.    

    

He didn't know why, but Lee Nanfang felt that her back was very lonely and thin. He had a strong urge to chase after her and hold her in his arms. As long as he hugged her tightly, he would feel much better.    

    

Luckily, he managed to restrain himself. When he got on the car, he noticed Yue Zitong and turned his head to look at Min Rou's back.    

    

"She hasn't forgiven you?"    

    

Yue Zitong asked calmly after the car drove out of the parking lot.    

    

"Who?"    

    

"Don't play dumb."    

    

"Are you interested in my matter?"    

    

"Who the hell would be interested."    

    

Yue Zitong curled her lips in disdain and looked outside the window, not saying anything.    

    

Lee Nanfang turned on the navigation system and put his phone on the seat beside him. "What should I do when I see your mom?" he asked.    

    

Yue Zitong retorted, "Have you never eaten pork or seen a pig run?"    

    

"Are you implying that I can treat you like a pig?"    

    

"Speak up if you want to die. I can provide you at least eighteen painless deaths free of charge."    

    

"You often use that to scare people, don't you?"    

    

"Sometimes, it's true."    

    

"Like when you point a gun at my head — well, your throat is a bit itchy."    

    

Lee Nanfang coughed, raised his hand to rub his throat and said: "I'm sure there's been a lot of smoking these days. "Oh, by the way, I've heard that smoking women, babies born, are three to five times more at risk of defects than non-smoking women. What do you think of that?"    

    

After a moment of silence, Yue Zitong said faintly, "Cigarettes are a part of my life."    

    

There were three main reasons for a girl's smoking: one was due to curiosity, one was due to failure to learn, and the third was due to the pain she had suffered before.    

    

There was no doubt that Yue Zitong's addiction to cigarettes was the third reason. After finding out that she had to marry a monster, she gave in to despair.    

    

Lee Nanfang understood the meaning behind her words and just smiled.    

    

He had the intention of giving Aunt Yue a small piece of advice. Since it was impossible not to smoke, he might as well try to smoke some water cigarettes. He had a big piece of water smoke on him, which would be green, and would give him a good hairdressing – but considering that it was time to get off work, there were plenty of people on the road. If he did give this suggestion, it would cause a car accident.    

    

Don't provoke a woman into making a scene while you're driving. It's a stupid act of suicide.    

    

Cherish your life, stay away from abnormal women.    

    

Lee Nanfang warned himself in his heart. These words seemed to still echo in his ears as an abnormal woman crashed into the car that was moving normally.    

    

"What the f * ck!"    

    

Lee Nanfang was shocked when he saw a woman riding a pedal electric car suddenly crash into him from the other side of the street. He hurriedly hit the steering wheel and hit the brakes.    

    

Yue Zitong, who was looking at her phone in boredom, suddenly stopped after the car shook. Her inertia caused her to slant her body, causing her to slam her forehead heavily into the window of the car.    

    

"Lee Nanfang, what are you doing!?"    

    

Yue Zitong shouted angrily as she raised her hand to cover her forehead.    

    

"How would I know!"    

    

Lee Nanfang turned around and yelled, "If you want to die, then find someone else. I don't have time to care about you. Fuck you!"    

    

Only then did Yue Zitong notice that an electric car had fallen to the ground outside the car. A woman wearing a cream-colored T-shirt and a flowered dress was about to climb up from the ground with one foot still in front of the wheel.    

    

"Brat, you bumped into someone!"    

    

Yue Zitong raised her hand to push the door open to take a look, but Lee Nanfang suddenly shouted in a low voice, "Stay put!"    

    

A few days ago, Lee Nanfang had once bumped into a woman on his bicycle, and she turned out to be a killer. If not for luck, Aunt Yue would be lying in the cold morgue by now.    

    

He had to be careful of the mistakes he made.    

    

Lee Nanfang's stern voice seemed to remind Yue Zitong of something. The rare thing was that she did not retort and obediently retracted her hand.    

    

Lee Nanfang jumped off the car and closed the door with a bang. When he walked around the front of the car, he glanced down and found that the woman's right foot was almost crushed by the wheels. There were a few obvious abrasions on the skin of her calf.    

    

After jumping out of the car, Lee Nanfang made up his mind. If this woman was really a killer like Black Scorpion, he wouldn't hide his amazing strength anymore and would directly kill her.    

    

Speaking of which, Lee Nanfang was getting more and more worried that Lee Nanfang would become a pig if he kept acting like a tiger during this period of time and had to swallow his anger in the face of all kinds of provocations.    

    

God might have liked Lee Nanfang to be a pig — this was an ordinary woman, at most she was pretty, with a sexy figure, like mature honey or peach, or a peach that was drunk.    

    

Before she could reach him, Lee Nanfang could smell the strong scent of alcohol.    

    

Only a silly bird like Ye Xiaodao would drink a bottle of horse urine, howl at the top of his lungs, laugh at the sky while on an assassination mission, and then go out and kill people.    

    

However, this did not prove that the woman was not an assassin. Many assassins would pour some wine on themselves when they were close to their target, pretending to be drunk.    

    

If he wanted to thoroughly confirm whether this woman was a killer or not, he would have to rely on her hands.    

    

An assassin, no matter how ordinary her outer appearance, would leave a clear callus on the palm of her right (or perhaps left) right hand after she had gotten used to holding a gun.    

    

The woman's hand was very white and very beautiful. Her tentacles were as soft as jade, but there were obvious calluses on her palm.    

    

Lee Nanfang, who was asking about the woman's condition, grabbed her right hand while he was trying to help her up. With a slight sweep of his fingers, he confirmed that she was an expert with a knife.    

    

Through the cocoon in the woman's hand, Lee Nanfang could even determine the shape of the knife she was used to. It was like the knife described in the novels of the Ancient Dragon Hero: as thin as a cicada's wing, it was three inches and seven minutes long.    

    

You are courting death, don't blame me!    

    

Lee Nanfang sneered in his heart. He clenched his left fist and was about to hit the woman's left rib cage when the woman suddenly opened her mouth and vomited.