Chapter 1106: : The last game

When Yue Zitong's right foot was about to step out of the door of the guest room, he suddenly fell down again.
Turned around.
A pure smile on his face.
Li Nanfang's head suddenly grew bigger: "What do you want to do? It's just going out. Is it necessary to have such twists and turns?"
Yue Zitong was stunned: "You, are you afraid of me to pester you?"
"Cut, I am afraid of you?"
Li Nanfang curled his lips in disdain: "You are not a cannibal tiger. I just bother you with endless ink stains, not as good as before."
"I used to be so simple?"
Yue Zitong asked immediately.
Li Nanfang closed his eyes and lay on the sofa.
He could see it, Yue Zitong didn't want to leave.
She tried her best to find a reason to stay, and then tried to convince him that the two could get back together and start a new chapter.
It is also to thoroughly squeeze his utilization value.
This woman is simply too insidious and too cunning.
If you don't pay attention, you can be fooled by her, fall into her trap, and turn into a piece of withered bones in her meticulously woven gentle village.
Li Nanfang currently wants money and money, beautiful women and beautiful women. Only when slippers are in his mind will he be willing to be squeezed by him.
As the saying goes, a flower is beautiful and fragrant. I want a man to pick it and hide it at home, but can it be more desirable than a forest?
Therefore, Li Nanfang must not lose a piece of forest just because of a flower.
After lying on the sofa, he had already thought about it, no matter what conspiracy Yue Zitong would use next, he would only say a "no".
I would never give this femme fatale a little, no, it was a chance to capture him.
Even if she was naked, she danced in front of him.
Li Nanfang would also treat her as a pink skull.
Of course, Yue Zitong wouldn't do such dishonest things ---- in other words, that was her last trick, and she would never use it when she was not a last resort.
She just walked over again, and after sitting down, she opened the desk drawer and took out a pen cap.
Li Nanfang opened his eyes and looked at her dumbly.
The hard-hearted man really wants to see what kind of flowers this delicate beauty can play.
"Are you going back to Qingshan tomorrow?"
Yue Zitong asked softly while holding his pen cap.
Li Nanfang, who had made up his mind, said calmly: "No."
He only needs to say no, and there is no need to explain to her. Sister Ye Shen is currently in the intensive care observation room of the main hospital, and even if there is a big deal on Qingshan, he can't leave her alone.
"Oh."
Yue Zitong said lightly: "Will you let Kangweiya who deliberately attack Chen Dali and others?"
"Do not."
Li Nanfang sneered in his heart: "I will let your running dog go. I'm afraid you don't know yet. Your faithful running dog has been knocked over by me with a heavy truck?"
"Will you stay in Jinghua forever and run the club with Hua Ye Shen?"
In fact, Yue Zitong didn’t care too much about Kang Weiya’s life and death. She just seemed boring and said something boring: "That way, it will be much easier for me to see you in the future. Although we will have nothing to do with it after tonight. The most familiar stranger. But there are some things that are truly unforgettable. It’s not bad to be able to come together and to see you often."
"Do not!"
Li Nanfang answered loudly.
He said this word with two meanings.
One is answering Yue Zitong, he will not stay in Jinghua forever.
It is true that the Seven Star Club of the Flower Night God is a well-known club that can be counted all over the world, and the annual profit created is far greater than the current Southern Group.
After so many years of continuous running-in and exploration, the club’s business model and management staff have become perfect.
Li Nanfang really wants to replace Hua Ye Shen, and he can count money lying down even if he doesn't care about any work.
But he didn't want to be a soft food.
The second meaning of his saying no is: "Even if I stay in Beijing forever, I won't let you see me easily."
"Oh."
Yue Zitong's eyes dimmed, and he asked again: "Then, I invite you two to visit my house, will you go?"
"Do not."
"you invited me."
"Do not."
"You don't love me anymore."
"No-yes!"
As soon as Li Nanfang said no words, he suddenly realized that this was a trap.
Yue Zitong must have seen what he was thinking a long time ago, so he deliberately asked so much nonsense first.
Of course, that is not entirely nonsense, but Li Nanfang's true attitude towards those issues.
She put so much nonsense in front of her, just for this sentence: "You don't love me anymore."
If Li Nanfang says no, it means he still loves others.
In that way, Yue Zitong, who had been fully prepared for a long time, would immediately hit a snake and step on his face on his nose, using a way that Li Nanfang could not think of, to force him to admit that he still loved her----
Fortunately, Li Nanfang's reaction speed was not slow, and as soon as he spoke, he immediately changed to yes.
Yue Zitong thought with regret: "This bastard's reaction speed is getting faster and faster."
Li Nanfang coldly snorted: "Hmph, the sinister and cunning index of this femme fatale is getting higher and higher."
Yue Zitong was depressed without failing the plot, but smiled generously and stretched out Bai Shengsheng's right hand.
The palm of the right hand is holding a pen cap.
Li Nanfang raised his eyebrows, meaning he was asking, what do you mean?
"Play the last game."
Yue Zitong said slowly, with obvious nostalgia: "Whoever loses will go to wash the dishes."
This is one of the most advanced guest rooms in the Seven Star Club. It has a separate bathroom, a study room, and even a small gym, but there is no kitchen.
But when washing dishes, you don’t necessarily have to wash them in the kitchen.
In the bathtub, in the toilet ---- both do.
The key is as Yue Zitong said, whoever loses and washes the dishes is just a game between the two of them.
The last time, the game.
Last summer, when Li Nanfang had just settled in the Yue family, the aunt still hated him very much, but didn't hate the food he cooked--how could one party just eat and drink but not do anything?
So the manly Li Nanfang took out a coin and used her aunt's arrogant and domineering character to bet against her.
Who loses, who washes the dishes.
Ten bets and nine loses.
This sentence is most suitable for abusive gamblers, and it is the most appropriate for Yue Zitong.
Lying on the sofa, looking at the noble President Yue with a cigarette in his mouth, wearing a small apron around his waist, brushing the dishes and washing dishes in the kitchen with complaints, that is one of Li Nanfang's greatest pleasures.
It's just that this kind of fun has passed for too long, and Li Nanfang has almost forgotten it.
But now after she made this request, those very warm pictures immediately appeared in his mind.
My heart shook, nodded and said softly: "Okay."
"I can't find a coin for the time being, just use a pen cap instead. Guess the left and right hand, and you will win or lose in one sentence."
Yue Zitong put both hands behind his back, and said, "As you are a junior, then let you choose whether to have it or not."
Li Nanfang has always hated Yue Zitong for always treating him as a junior.
Which junior in the world, when living with the elders, is always flirting and cursing without formality.
Especially when she carried her two long legs on her shoulders-think about it, there will be an evil impulse.
"This femme fatale said this deliberately, so I won't be fooled by her."
Li Nanfang reminded himself in his heart, and said lightly: "Then I guess not."
"Okay. Guess, don't you know if you have it?"
Yue Zitong's two small white fists were placed on the table.
Li Nanfang glanced casually, and said, "Men's left and women's right, I want my right hand."
This person is a real bastard. He is clearly talking about men on the left and women on the right, but he just guesses that there is no cap on his right hand.
Yue Zitong's left hand, like the epiphany blooming 30 times slowed down, bloomed beautifully.
There is nothing in the palm of his hand.
"You won. I'm going to clean the dishes."
Yue Zitong shrugged with regret, stood up especially bachelor, put the plates and bowls together, not afraid of dirtying her expensive red wedding dress, and walked to the bathroom in her arms.
"Does this make sense?"
After Yue Zitong walked into the bathroom and closed the door easily, Li Nanfang glanced at the place where she had been sitting, and shook his head gently.
A black pen cap is hidden in the gap between the sofa and the backrest where Yue Zitong has sat.
If it were not for Li Nanfang's lying angle, he would really not be able to spot this pen cap.
After Li Nanfang chose no, Yue Zitong, with his hands hidden behind his back, quietly hid his pen cap in the gap of the sofa.
She had no pen caps in either of her hands on the desk.
Therefore, whether Li Nanan chooses the right hand or the left hand, he will win.
She will lose.
Just as she was willing to wash the dishes.
She wanted to officially say goodbye to Li Nanfang and her love in a way that both of them used to be passionate about?
Who knows.
Woman heart, needle on the seabed.
Sometimes even they themselves cannot guess what they are going to do and why they are doing it.
Li Nanfang is not a god, how could he guess it?
No matter what conspiracy and tricks she hid in her deliberate surrender, Li Nanfang didn't want to think about it.
Not consider?
Can it work?
As long as a person is alive, there will always be so many things that need to be considered.
Li Nanfang still doesn't want to die, so he must consider how Yue Zitong will play next.
What should he do to make her give up completely.
"Tell her, don't pester me anymore. I beg your old man to show mercy and raise your hand? No, a fool would do this."
Boss Li was thinking wildly, but he was sleepy.
After being smashed by a wine bottle by Jing Hongming, he has been asleep for most of the day.
At around ten o'clock in the evening, he should not feel sleepy.
But he just felt it.
He is not sleepy, but tired.
Tired.
I believe that any man will be so tired after being entangled with the problem that Yue Zitong must not be entangled by Yue Zitong if he wants to live happily in the future.
In the bathroom concealing the door of the room, there was a clear clash of plates and bowls from time to time.
It's like a beautiful lullaby.
Listen and listen, Li Nanfang, who covered his face with his arm after lying down, fell asleep slowly.
Of course, his sleep has always been very shallow, and he can hear a little bit of wind and grass, let alone the sound of Yue Zitong's footsteps when he crept over.
"What is she going to do?
Wouldn't take advantage of me to sleep, would you be rude to me?
If she really does that, what kind of method should I use to refuse, so as not to make her feel ashamed and angry, and to live with me endlessly as the motivation to live? "
When Li Nanfang was thinking about it, he felt a slight wind with a delicate fragrance.
There is a large dress covering him.
It should be the big red wedding gown that Yue Zitong was wearing, with her decent fragrance, and the blood spattered on her clothes when Ye Shen sister gave her life to save her during the day.
Then, cat-like footsteps sounded again.
But it is getting farther and farther.
Finally, after a slight sound of closing the door, he disappeared in the corridor outside.
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