Strongest Guard

Even the eyes of the old man, who was neither happy nor happy, lit up with a green glow when he saw the little dogs running down the street.    

It was all for nothing.    

Lee Nanfang did not dare to anger his wife, and neither did the old man.    

If Lee Nanfang treated his mistress as his own mother to be filial, then in the old man's heart, she was his own mother!    

Therefore, the old geezer wished to have news of that bastard more than anyone else.    

His wife had promised him that he would only start working when Nanfang got the news.    

Looking at the dog that walked past him arrogantly and purposely raising its hind legs to piss on him, the old man hated the dog so much that his gums itched, but he didn't dare to kick it out. When Nanfang didn't have any news, the old man definitely wouldn't do anything bad.    

With a heavy sigh, the old man went back to the window. He picked up the rope and the axe, and was about to get firewood when he turned back to look at the west room.    

This room, which used to be a junk room, has now become a buddhist hall.    

It could also be called a Taoist temple.    

Other than Guan Yin Bodhisattva, there were also the old people of the Three Purities Sect inside. The incense was still burning. It had never stopped in the past 108 days.    

These days, his wife was here, day or night.    

His wife was praying for Lee Nanfang.    

For Yue Zitong's hyperdrive.    

Yet, the old man had to spend more than three months alone in an empty room. It was such a great experience that he was choked with sobs …    

After staring at the west room for a long time, the old man silently sighed, put the rope on his shoulder, and turned around. Just as he was about to leave, he saw several women wearing white linen clothes and white silk clothing standing outside the door.    

The old man was not surprised to see these women.    

Because from home, they didn't know if they should call it a Buddhist hall or a Taoist temple. Every day at daybreak, these women would come here and accompany their wives to burn incense and sit.    

The tallest was surnamed Li, Lee Muchen.    

Her surname was Zhan on the left, Zhan Hsingshen.    

The most petite surnamed Chen was Chen Yu'er.    

These three women were all pitiful people who were harmed by that bastard Lee Nanfang, but they still prayed for him every day. It was simply a sin.    

Actually, when they came to the second month of eight hundred, they wanted to go out with Helan Xiaoxin and the others and search and rescue company on the coast of Dong Province to "go to work" with them, but Yang Xiao didn't allow it.    

After his aunt died, Yang Xiao automatically levelled up to become big sister. Shen Yun told him to put the child back into South Korea, so she had to obediently go back, and make Chen Yu'er and the others obediently wait at home.    

Every morning when the old man went out, they would appear in front of the door.    

Only after the old man had gone far away would they go to the west room and silently accompany their wives in praying for their blessings.    

Actually, the old man felt that these three women probably didn't have a good impression of that bastard Lee Nanfang. Now, when they were praying for him, they might secretly curse him to die outside...    

The old man smiled at them and took a step forward.    

Du, du, du!    

Suddenly, the sound of a phone ringing came from the west side of the house.    

The solemn buddhist hall or Taoist temple actually had a phone here, it was not that serious.    

However, it was his wife's request, so the old man could only obediently comply.    

The phone didn't ring too loudly, but to the old man, to the three women outside the fence, it was like a thunderclap in their ears, so loud that no one could breathe — all of them suddenly raised their heads and looked in that direction, their hearts stopping beating.    

As if ten thousand years had passed, the door to the west room creaked open.    

In just a few months, his mistress came out of the room and faced the golden sun rising from the east. She smiled gently at the old man and said, "Master, from now on, you can eat meat."    

"Meat? Ha, what's so good about meat? The tofu is still delicious. "    

The old man laughed heartily. After smelling the fishy smell coming from his mouth, he felt like vomiting.    

He quickly raised his head and swallowed his saliva. Looking to the east, he said with emotion, "Ai, why have I never seen the morning sun being so beautiful before?"    

The layer of golden sunlight that had faded away scattered onto Miura Qingying's pure face, causing her to shine with a resplendent rainbow light.    

It was tears shining in the sun.    

Her pitiful father had been stoned to death by this name.    

So from this moment on, lightness became an orphan and automatically upgraded to the captain of the ship --    

The second son of the boat was a mute, or rather, his name was Lee Nanfang.    

Miura Qingying was also a bit surprised besides feeling hurt. She found that she could not understand Lee Nanfang more and more.    

Even a fool could tell how much Shangdao Yinghua loved this man from the way she madly kissed him.    

However, he only patted her back a few times and still didn't say anything.    

It was also the most dangerous time when a girl was officially interested in a man.    

Shangdao Yinghua was a living example.    

Thinking back, if she hadn't been interested in Lee Nanfang, who had taken over her by Savage, then she wouldn't be so excited like this after finally finding him, unlike the current Shangdao Yinghua.    

Furthermore, after being agitated for so long, her eyes would no longer be filled with fear.    

She finally noticed Lee Nanfang's coldness. After thinking that he had killed Yue Zitong, she didn't want to bother with him. She didn't want to care about all the women who were desperately searching for him.    

The current Lee Nanfang was trying to wake him up with Yue Zitong, who did not hesitate to commit suicide.    

No.    

Absolutely not!    

When Shangdao Yinghua shook her head in fear, Lee Nanfang finally made his move. With his right foot, he drew a few words on the sand — Sorry.    

He would not speak until he had found Yue Zitong's body, nor would he make love to any woman.    

He was using such a ridiculous and unfair method to atone for his sins.    

He also tactfully told Shangdao Yinghua that he would continue searching and would not go home with her.    

Shangdao Yinghua understood and wanted to urge him on, but her lips trembled, not daring to say anything.    

Lee Nanfang, who died of grief because of Yue Zitong's death, was even more terrifying than when he was angry.    

But Shangdao Yinghua refused to let him go on like this. She had to pull him out of his grief, even if she lost him because of it.    

Shangdao Yinghua bit her lips and was about to say something, but then she closed her mouth again.    

She saw the girl from the fishing boat approach.    

Miura Qingying's small face was filled with fear that she had nowhere to go, but she pursed her lips and tried her best to be strong. She temporarily abandoned the pain of losing her father and walked over to do what she needed to do.    

She bowed deeply to Lee Nanfang, and as she did so, her tears fell onto the beach and disappeared in the blink of an eye.    

Lee Nanfang stared at her. Of course he wouldn't say anything.    

"Thank you, thank you, Liu, Lee Nanfang. "Thank you, for helping my father take revenge."    

Sanpu You He was smashed to death by this name, Lee Nanfang killed him, even if he helped Miura Qingying take revenge for her father's death.    

Lee Nanfang shook his head slowly as if he was smiling.    

However, he didn't wait for the smile to rise from the corners of his mouth before vanishing.    

After more than a hundred days, he had almost lost his ability to speak. How could he remember to laugh?    

In short, his actions indicated that he didn't need to thank anyone.    

"Wu La, wu La" The flute sounded.    

Several police cars and ambulances had finally arrived at Sea Area 72.    

"You two, I'll cooperate with the police investigation, so I won't disturb you."    

Miura Qingying raised her head and wiped her tears. Lowering her head, she walked quickly to the side of the road. When she passed by Shangdao Yinghua, she found her fists were clenched tightly.    

Lee Nanfang obviously knew what Shangdao Yinghua was going to do, but he refused to give her the chance. He turned around and looked at the sea, his eyes started to glaze over again.    

Shangdao Yinghua's courage immediately dissipated. When despair had risen up in her heart, Miura Qingying walked back to him with quick steps.    

She walked in front of Lee Nanfang, looked into his eyes and said seriously: "Lee Nanfang, although I have never known Yue Zitong, I have never heard anyone talk about your love. But I can tell from your current appearance how much you love her. She would be happy even if she were unlucky. But there is one thing you must not ignore. Other than her, there are other women who deeply love you like she does. "    

Lee Nanfang's eyebrows twitched, but Miura Qingying rubbed his shoulder and walked quickly to the police car.    

When she was about ten meters away, she finally heard a hoarse voice say, "Sakura, Cherry Blossom, I'm sorry."    

Shangdao Yinghua's sudden cry was like an explosion of tear gas, causing the tears that Miura Qingying had just stopped to gush out of her eyes once again.    

For the past few months, Lee Nanfang had been immersed in an indescribable feeling of regret, avoiding all of this.    

No one could help him lift the sadness in his eyes, making him realize that other than Yue Zitong, there were many other women who loved him deeply.    

If he is unable to extricate himself from his regret, then Yue Zitong will learn from it and will jump up and down to scold you for being scum. This aunt's suicide to save you is to make you happy and not turn you into such a ghost.    

Miura Qingying could tell what was going on.    

It was even more obvious that Shangdao Yinghua didn't dare to say those words.    

She felt that it was unfair to Shangdao Yinghua, which was why she said those words.    

Lee Nanfang finally opened his mouth to speak after waking up the dreamer with just a few words.    

Someone came to enlighten Lee Nanfang, making Shangdao Yinghua feel truly happy. Then, who would care about Miura Qingying?    

His father was dead.    

The police, in accordance with the relevant regulations, would take out the appropriate compensation from the property of this name and transfer it to her bank account.    

This was the last legacy left to her by Sanpu and his daughter, and it was enough for her to return to college and live a happy life.    

However, for a girl who had lost her family, what she needed the most was not money, but the warmth of her loved ones.    

Who would give Miura Qingying the warmth she needed?    

In the autumn rain, with the help of the community staff, Miura Qingying laid her father on the ground to rest. After returning from the cemetery, she didn't hold an umbrella and returned home despondently.    

Sanpu was like a bear, and in these two years, he had always been out fishing. How could his home still be counted as a home?    

It was a low, simple room with a gloomy light. The air was filled with the smell of dead rats' mold. Two candlelight candles floated from left to right, illuminating San Peihe's portrait. It seemed like he could speak at any time.    

"Good night, Dad."    

Miura Qingying, who was kneeling on the tatami after the candle had burnt down, sat dumbly in the darkness for an unknown amount of time. After a few sentences, she slowly laid down, closed her eyes and quickly fell into a deep sleep.    

She dreamed.    

He dreamed back to his happy childhood. His father was wearing a suit, and his mother was smiling blissfully. The family of three was walking on the beach under the setting sun.    

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew her parents up into the sky. Miura Qingying spread her arms in fright as she called for her parents. She wanted to chase them, but she didn't have any strength left in her body.    

However, she still desperately reached out her hand and randomly grabbed.    

Finally, she caught a hand.    

Strong, callused hands.    

Miura Qingying was taken aback. She opened her eyes and saw the light. She also saw a human figure with a blurry face.    

This face was very familiar, but also very unfamiliar.    

It was a man's face, but not Dad's.    

The man spoke, his voice hoarse. "You have a fever."    

Miura Qingying seemed to have heard what he said, but she also seemed to have not heard. She just used all her strength to grab his hand and sat up.    

As soon as she sat up, her vision went black. She collapsed into the man's arms and quickly fell into the abyss.    

But, he could hear the sound of a strong heartbeat.    

This heartbeat gradually dispersed Miura Qingying's fear. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at that blurry face. She raised her right hand with all her might and muttered, "Dad …"    

The moment her hand touched his face, it drooped down without strength.    

She fainted, but there was a hint of happiness in the corner of her mouth that she had finally found her backer.    

It seemed to be floating.    

It seemed to be struggling, struggling with all its might.    

After an unknown period of time, Yue Zitong finally struggled out of the endless black abyss and slowly opened her eyes.