Strongest Guard

Some people clearly claim to be my old man, but when others respect him, he is unwilling.

If it were someone else, Li Nanfang would have punched him a long time ago, clamoring for all kinds of dictatorship.

But this person is not someone else, but Qin Yuguan, who has been famous all over the world more than ten years ago. Just a few days ago, he had cooperated with Jing Hongming to beat Li Nanfang, who was controlled by the black dragon demon nature. Half dead.

Thinking of the pain in his whole body when he woke up at that time, Li Nanfang's heart trembled, his waist was lowered, and the smile on his face became more and more flattering.

Pretending to be grandson in front of Qin Laoqi is not ashamed.

But even so, Lao Qin's beautiful eyebrows were still very tight.

Men's eyebrows are very beautiful, even a little feminine, which is a very nauseating phenomenon.

Li Nanfang didn't dare to show the slightest sign of nausea. If he did this, even if Qin Yuguan didn't take care of him, his wives would kill him from Mingzhu with their teeth and claws and tortured him into dogs.

Little bastard, dare to say that the man dressed up by us makes you sick. This is a very pleasant rhythm that shows you will die.

When people frown, they express unhappiness.

How to make Uncle Qin Qi happy?

Li Nanfang racked his brains to think about it. From the corner of his eye, he looked at Ye Xiaodao, hoping that he could give some hints as his brother, who was regarded as a compatriot.

It is a good brother who has cooperated for many years and has cooperated with each other. As soon as Li Nanfang sent a look for help, Ye Xiaodao immediately raised his right hand, rubbed his thumb and forefinger a few times.

What do you mean by rubbing your fingers?

Does it imply that I massaged Uncle Qin Qi?

But, this doesn't seem to be right, I haven't heard of Qin Laoqi's wicked interest in massages by men.

Li Nanfang's mind turned his mind, his eyes turned back and forth, that is, he couldn't realize the movement of Ye Xiaodao rubbing his fingers. It was a few meanings. When he looked at Qin Yuguan, that face that could fascinate thousands of young women. The child also turned black.

This is a sign of anger.

Li Nanfang immediately lifted his left heel slowly, ready to see if the situation was not going well, then turned and ran.

With birds like Qin Yuguan, it's best not to expect him to reason with you.

If he was reasonable, there would be no obvious footprints on Ye Xiaodao's buttocks.

"cough."

Just when Qin Yuguan made his left hand rubbing his fingers, the tiptoe of his right foot was tilted, and when he seemed to be mad at any time, Ye Xiaodao coughed and said with a smile: " Teacher, I remembered, I still have 300 yuan in my **** pocket, and I will give it to you too? Let me save it so that I can marry a wife in the future."

"Huh? Do you dare to embezzle and arrest?"

Qin Yuguan snorted coldly, and kicked Ye Xiaodao’s **** with a bang on his right foot. "I and your masters have repeatedly taught you that you must not hide before you have a family and a business. Have private money, so as not to develop the bad habit of spending money. But you have repeatedly violated it. Do you take our words to the ears?"

"Don't dare, don't dare, I've neglied and forgot."

Ye Xiaodao, who was so arrogant in front of others, looked bitter like a grandson at this time, took out a few banknotes from his **** pocket and placed them on the next desk.

"Oh, knife. Teacher, I know that it is not easy for a man to walk around in this world. What he pursues is nothing more than money and beauty."

Qin Yuguan sighed, and said earnestly, "Teacher, I am here. I know that beautiful women are easy to get, but money is hard to find. Therefore, when I was young, I knew that men who have money should spend it quickly, not Put it in your pocket and enjoy the feeling of a rich person. That way----"

Fuck, it turned out that Ye Xiaodao's move was counting money.

He was suggesting to me that he should quickly take out the money and give it to Qin Laoqi, so that he would not be angry.

But, why should you give him the hard-earned money?

Starting from Lao Xie, I should call him Seventh Uncle.

But is Uncle Qi my father?

Why am I----When Li Nanfang thought of this angrily, he found Qin Yuguan gave him a cold look.

Li Nanfang immediately struck a spirit, all the grievances disappeared, and quickly said: "Uncle Qi, I have not yet married and established a business. It just so happened that I just made a fortune and I was about to give it to a respected elder. Keep it for me. But my wife is far away at 800, and bank transfers are not supported over there. So I want to give you the money first, please keep it for me."

Qin Yuguan's complexion immediately looked better.

The temperature in the room has risen several degrees.

His face was full of emotion, and he pretended to make a disgusting excuse: "Well, isn't it? Although you look at Lao Xie's face, you should call my old man the seventh uncle. But I am not Lao Xie, nor you. Master’s."

"Uncle Qi, you can't tell me this. I and Xiaodao are even more intimate than the brothers of a milk compatriot. You can keep the private money for him, why can't you bother me? Could it be me? In your heart, is it an outsider? If you think I am an outsider, don’t take it."

Li Nanfang took out the fifty million check and put it on the case, almost bleeding distressedly.

Why did Qin Yuguan take away his huge fortune? Just like why Ye Xiaodao called his teacher this question, Li Nanfang had no intention of thinking about it now.

He only knew that the consequences of not taking out the check would be serious.

"Look at how your child speaks? How could I treat you as an outsider?"

Qin Yuguan picked up the check and began to carefully count the long string of zeros on it.

Can't you think of me as an outsider?

Old Qi, please, treat me as an outsider.

In Li Nanfang's silent prayer, Qin Yuguan put the check into his pocket.

Li Nanfang felt that his knees were weak, and an angry resentment rose from the bottom of his heart and looked at Ye Xiaodao.

"Teacher, it's getting late, should we leave too?"

After feeling Li Nanfang's ferocity, Ye Xiaodao laughed with a guilty conscience, and whispered to Qin Yuguan: "Master called half an hour ago and said, let's get back to Hong Kong at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning at the latest."

"If you don't tell me, I almost forgot."

Qin Yuguan hurriedly looked at his watch, and stood up from the sofa, as if burning his hips: "Go, go, leave immediately. If it is too late, I won't be able to catch the plane."

Ye Xiaodao immediately picked up a black briefcase from the cabinet next to him, not daring to look at Li Nanfang, followed behind Qin Yuguan, and walked towards the door quickly.

Damn it, just left?

Take away my fifty million, without giving a reason for the fart, just left?

When Li Nanfang was a little confused, Qin Yuguan suddenly stopped and said to Ye Xiaodao: "Oh, yes. I suddenly remembered one thing. You and Nanfang have not seen each other for a long time. It will be almost a year now. It’s hard to meet each other. It’s time for your brothers to have a good time and talk."

"Teacher, I—"

Ye Xiaodao dare not stay alone. When he was about to say something, he was interrupted by Qin Yuguan's wave of his hand: "You stay, I will make it clear to your mothers and wives. I believe they should also understand, you young people even more. I like to be together."

"Teacher, I—"

Ye Xiaodao wanted to say something, Li Nanfang interrupted: "Yes, yes. Qin Qishu is right. We haven't seen each other for more than a year. It's hard to justify a few drinks today."

"Teacher, I—"

Ye Xiaodao looked like he was dying, but Qin Yuguan turned a blind eye. Looking back at the banknotes on the case table, he asked concerned: "This money is not enough for your brothers to buy wine? Fortunately, my old man still has some private money."

With that said, Qin Yuguan, who is definitely a big man in the eyes of outsiders, lifted his foot and took off his right leather shoes, pulled out a few banknotes from under the insole, and generously slapped them in Ye Xiaodao's hand: "On me, it's just a private house. It’s money. Don’t tell you, or I can’t spare you. Humph."

The cold snort seemed to still echo on the ceiling, and Qin Yuguan's footsteps had disappeared in the corridor outside the door.

Ye Xiaodao was holding a few banknotes of 500 denominations, his face full of tears.

Li Nanfang smiled, walked to the door, clenched his hands together, and slightly hardened, the knuckles of his fingers made a crackling sound.

Ye Xiaodao's face changed again, and he quickly stepped back a few steps, and said coldly, "Why, Li Nanfang, are you going to force me to turn my face?"

Li Nanfang stretched out his tongue and licked his lips: "This little money, except for the money I paid to return home from the plane ticket, is enough to compensate for the furniture?"

Ye Xiaodao scanned the guest room, shook his head and said, "Not enough."

"Then, go outside?"

Li Nanfang looked out the window and said, "When I came up, I remembered that there was a small lake not far from the hotel with beautiful scenery. I would feel better when I was beaten there."

"Okay. Then I will fulfill you."

Since he couldn't hide, Ye Xiaodao also got up, and said with a grinning smile: "But let's say it first. After being beaten into a pig's head, you must not complain to Uncle Xie."

There is a small lake with a water surface area of ​​hundreds of square meters, more than two hundred meters away from the hotel.

There is a circle of flowers and trees planted by the lake. Every ten meters, there is a long wooden chair. The breeze blows across the lake and brings a cool breeze.

During the day, many people come to the lake, most of them are young couples who love each other.

There were also people at night, five out of ten, homeless tramps.

This place has been regarded as a free hotel by them.

Lying on the bench every night, looking at the stars with their legs up, thinking about where life came from, where it went, and other similar issues, it is indeed very real.

As for the rumbling in the stomach, just listen to the music.

When the music is more cheerful, the homeless will force themselves to close their eyes and sleep.

As soon as I closed my eyes, I heard a scream from not far away. I hurriedly opened my eyes and saw the two people fought violently under the illumination of the street lights around the lake.

Fuck, what's going on?

The fight in the middle of the night still made people sleep?

It's simply too unethical.

The tramps who were awakened all frowned and looked over there.

Fighting is a commonplace meal for homeless people, and they are already numb, so when they see someone fighting, the first reaction is not surprise or excitement, but upset after being disturbed.

But soon, they felt good and sat up one after another.

It's because the two fighting guys are dressed like dogs, and they look like white-collar workers in the office.

You are accustomed to seeing homeless fights, but no one has ever seen white-collar fights, and the fights are fierce and tasteful, just like in the open-air movies screened by the government.

Fists to and fist, high and low, banging.

Among them, the leopard-like young man, amidst his roar, gave him a vicious kick.

The opponent twisted and avoided, and after kicking a tree with a thick teacup, there was a click, and the tree was kicked off.

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