C70 Twisted Melon
C70 Twisted Melon
It was as if the two of them had never had any conflicts before. Seeing her come down, Lee Nanfang still had a polite smile on his face as he pulled up a chair for her and greeted her, "Aunt, please take a seat."
However, Yue Zitong could see the distance between them from his eyes. The attention he showed was only because he was acting the role of Yue clan's grandson-in-law.
There was a tiredness on his face that could not be concealed by a fake smile, which proved that he had not slept well last night.
Yue Zitong was slightly regretful.
He regretted that he shouldn't have said those words last night to hurt Lee Nanfang's dignity as a man.
But that was the truth. No matter how relaxed and cozy they had been in the past few days, or how much they wanted to become husband and wife, she had never treated him as her true lover.
As a top beauty, she had no intention to stay single for the rest of her life. Of course, she had to have someone she liked. It was normal for her to say 'contract partner' to him.
But why, after feeling Lee Nanfang's indifference, would she regret it? She felt that she was a bit cruel and couldn't help but want to apologize to him?
Yue Zitong finished her breakfast unknowingly, her mind in a state of confusion.
Lee Nanfang took the initiative to wash the dishes. It seems like he already treated staying with Yue Zitong as a job.
It was just work, without any personal feelings, even though he was still humming happily on the surface.
"My mom will be here for the weekend."
After cleaning up, Lee Nanfang walked out of the kitchen. Yue Zitong, who was sitting on the sofa, put down her phone and said.
After a slight pause, Lee Nanfang smiled and said, "Alright, I will purchase them a day earlier. When she comes, let her have a taste of my craftsmanship."
"You will …"
Yue Zitong pursed her lips before continuing with a smile, "Hur Hur, forget it, I won't say anymore."
"Don't worry about this, as long as I promise you, I will definitely do it. When the time comes, I will let her see how much we love each other. "Little aunt, please believe me. With my acting skills, ordinary people are really …"
Just as Lee Nanfang said this, Yue Zitong screamed, "Don't mention the word acting!"
Looking at Yue Zitong's flushed face, Lee Nanfang chuckled and didn't say anything.
"I'm sorry."
Yue Zitong stared at him for a long time before she sat down dejectedly. "My mood is abnormal. I will apologize to you."
"No need, you didn't do anything wrong."
Lee Nanfang shook his head. He took out his phone and looked at the time, "It's 7 o'clock. You should change your clothes and go to work."
"Lee Nanfang, I can promise you that I will never marry Holan Fusu!"
Yue Zitong didn't know why, but she shouted when Lee Nanfang was about to walk into the guest room.
"Does it make any difference to me who you marry?"
Lee Nanfang turned his head and asked with a smile.
Yue Zitong was speechless again.
Whether she was married to Jack or to Fu Su Li, as long as she wasn't really married to Lee Nanfang, it was all the same to him. He could only play the part of his contracted boyfriend.
Then I'll really marry you!
Especially when she thought about Lee Nanfang's indifferent expression when he looked at her, Yue Zitong's blood suddenly boiled up and she was extremely impulsive.
If this was in the old feudal society, then only on the night of the wedding night could a woman find out what her husband looked like. No matter if he was crippled or blind, wasn't it because he was giving birth to children?
At the very least, Jack's scum was not scum, and he was much better than the blind cripple.
Yue Zitong walked over quickly and kicked the door open. She looked at Lee Nanfang, who had a surprised expression on his face, and said word by word, "I, will marry you."
"What?"
Lee Nanfang was shocked.
"I will marry you, be your wife, and bear your children. If you don't believe me, you can take me now and go to the Civil Affairs Bureau after you're done. "
As Yue Zitong spoke, she raised her hand … The plain white cotton dress fell to the ground.
The morning sunlight shone through the windows and covered her with a layer of gold, causing her to look even more enchanting and holy.
Looking at Yue Zitong, Lee Nanfang's cheeks were puffing and his breathing had obviously quickened. His eyes started to turn red.
In the past, the two of them had actually had that kind of relationship before. Therefore, when Yue Zitong did this, she did not seem embarrassed at all. Her actions were natural, as if this was what she should have done in the first place.
Throwing her crystal slippers to the side, Yue Zitong walked slowly in front of Lee Nanfang. Her left hand hooked onto his neck while her right hand held onto his left hand. "Whatever, whatever you do to me."
A suppressed snoring sound came from Lee Nanfang's throat. Yue Zitong closed her eyes.
Strangely, after she closed her eyes, the image of a man appeared in front of her eyes. He looked like Holan Fusu, but also like the Black Ghost she had met last night.
She knew that she had made Holan Fusu, who had the demeanor of a perfect man, the mysterious and powerful Black Ghost, the one who was good at cooking, into a person.
After gently bringing the three of them together, they became a perfect man.
There was no girl who didn't like this kind of man, but it was obvious that Yue Zitong couldn't have all three of them at the same time. She could only choose Lee Nanfang, who could make a good meal out of them.
This was her fate. Even without Old Master Yue's pressure, the heavens had already arranged for them to have the closest relationship in the United States.
Since that was the case, why should Yue Zitong contend with fate?
It would be better to cut down the mess quickly. He might as well tame Lee Nanfang and drag him down, saving him the trouble of disobeying his grandfather.
Sigh, in my entire life, I have never been qualified to pursue my own love like other girls. When I felt Lee Nanfang's trembling right hand grabbing onto her waist, Yue Zitong sighed inwardly. However, a smile of relief surfaced on her face.
Another scene appeared in his mind. In the torrential storm, a beautiful flower had withered, she was the flower, Lee Nanfang was the torrential storm that was about to arrive, other than suffering, she had no other means of resistance.
She was carried to the bed by Lee Nanfang.
The wooden bed was very hard, and it felt very uncomfortable lying on it. However, it was even more uncomfortable than the one that arrived immediately, which was nothing. In order to prove that she didn't care, Yue Zitong, who had her eyes closed, smiled and asked, "What kind of posture do you like the most?"
"My favorite one."
Lee Nanfang's voice was very weird, as if he wasn't speaking at all.
"How do you want to get lost?"
Yue Zitong was confused. Just as she was about to open her eyes, she rolled up-- She was wrapped up like a dumpling by Lee Nanfang, exposing only her head and her snow-white legs.
"In the future, don't ever get naked in front of a man. If this happens again, I will whip you to death! "
With his back facing the bed, Lee Nanfang rubbed his face and walked towards the door.
"Bastard, other than in front of you, when have I ever shown my full strength?"
Yue Zitong was stunned for a moment and then shouted, "Lee Nanfang, what do you mean by this?"
"A forcefully twisted melon is not sweet."
Lee Nanfang threw down this sentence and slammed the door shut.
"It's not sweet if you force it? This bastard, since when did he become so particular? "
Yue Zitong was stunned for a moment before she struggled to sit up. With disbelief written all over her face, she muttered to herself, "He doesn't eat the meat and bones that have been sent to her door. Is he even a man?"
When Aunt Yue walked out of the living room, she had already returned to her cold and aloof CEO appearance.
Lee Nanfang squatted by the east wall and cleaned a semi-new mountain bike with a board.
When Yue Zitong came home last night, she didn't even notice that there was a mountain bike there. She couldn't help but ask, "You're riding to work?"
"Yeah, I don't have a driver license, so I can't let you, the big boss, be my coachman. Riding a bicycle is the best choice. It's green, and it's also good for your health."
Lee Nanfang turned his head and smiled, revealing a mouthful of even white teeth.
"If you like bicycling, then ride."
Yue Zitong paused for a moment, as if she had just discovered that this fella had good teeth. She snorted disdainfully, turned around, and drove out of the mansion.
"Brat, do you think it's difficult for me to get a driver's license? It was a dream to ride a bicycle to escape your fate as a groom. "
Looking in the rearview mirror at Lee Nanfang, who was riding on his bike and following her, and Yours Truly's aunt, who was deliberately slowing down, sneered coldly as their moods suddenly became extremely good.
After she took the initiative to introduce herself as a pillow, the two of them met again without any awkwardness. It was as if they had just shook hands, and there was really no need to take it to heart.
The key point is, when Scumbag Lee turned around and smiled, this aunt didn't notice the indifference in his eyes — the relationship between the two of them had returned to before there was no conflict.
Director Yue was sure that Lee Nanfang would ask for a coin to be thrown after dinner.
"So be it. Do you think this aunt will be afraid of you?"
Glancing at the rearview mirror again, Yue Zitong pressed the throttle lightly and the car immediately sped up.
Lee Nanfang also increased his speed, his two feet were like a wheel of fire, shouting something, which must be telling her to slow down. Yue Zitong stretched out her left hand, raised a beautiful middle finger, cheered the door on, and soon left him in the dust.
"You dare to point your middle finger at me, do you have that ability?"
Lee Nanfang sneered, bent down and stuck his butt out, and frantically kicked with his life on the line.
To buy a second-hand bike to ride to and from work, she first had to prevent her body from degenerating from living a peaceful life, and secondly, she had to be able to hang behind her and observe the special situations that would arise around her at any time.
In the city, the speed of the car could not match the speed of the bike. Lee Nanfang madly pedaled for a few minutes before he saw the thick and sturdy car again.
Just as Yue Zitong's car drove past the intersection, Lee Nanfang arrived on his horse and the green light turned into a red light.
He did not intend to stop. There was no traffic police at the intersection, and he was not afraid of being photographed. He could have shot like an arrow and made a 'whoosh' sound.
Just when Lee Nanfang was busy looking at Aunt Yue's car, a scooter suddenly appeared in front of him as if it came out from flat ground. Lee Nanfang didn't even have the chance to look at Aunt Yue's car, he could only curse in his heart and ram it with his eyes wide open.