...

Ikawa Nakano no longer spoke, and understood that Fujiwara Richii had decided. He was absolutely unable to save it, so he doubled his palm.

Not far away, three women wearing kimonos in various colors each held the three-flavored string, the Japanese guzheng, eight feet tall, played music and walked on the snow. The three of them stood behind Fujiwara Lichim, forming a semicircle protection momentum.

"Hi, I understand."

Ikawa Nakano came to the organization's protector and followed Fujiwara Richii's close-up ninja.

It belongs to the most elite combination of Phantom Ninja Sect, with the highest ninjutsu, the most practical soul figure with assassination, spy, invisibility, and rich experience in the enemy. The three groups - the three sisters of Ninja Sakura.

The general who was rolling on the ground heard the song, sobbed and endured the pain of digging his eyes. He crawled on the ground, rubbing the blood on his face with both hands, which showed a kind of tenacious endurance of the ninja. This time he was lucky to be able to save his life.

"I understand, I'll book the air ticket immediately, then he..." Ikawa Nakano pointed at the general who was wiping his face with snow, and sneered in his heart. The general understood Fujiwara Lichi's habit of being vigilant. In order not to let him abandon being killed, he was still cleaning himself after he was digging his eyes, not letting a trace of stains appear in front of her, and to what he liked.

The general hurriedly buried his terrible face in the snow and replied: "I know where Mrs. Butterfly is, and there is some news about King."

The meaning of the words is still useful.

"Take him down and bandage him and clean him well. Change his clothes, change it inside and out, throw it away, and don't see any traces left." Ikawa Nakano looked at Fujiwara Richichi, who was looking out from afar, and then thought about it. He glanced at the general who buried his face in the snow and directly ordered his subordinates.

The two subordinates dragged the general away, leaving a long drag mark, which was not enough. The snow would cover up all the traces.

"The hot spring pool has been cleaned and you can take a bath." Ikawa Nakano asked for instructions.

The subordinates behind him were holding lacquerware trays with black background, which were filled with white kimonos and new wooden clogs.

Tengyuan Lichi waved his hand and turned around gracefully. He stepped on the snow with his clogs, his hands overlapped, and walked leisurely towards the hot spring with small steps.

The three-dao group - Nin Sakura held the instrument and followed closely behind.

Ikawa Nakano took the tray and followed with his men.

The snowflakes are still falling, slowly retiring to the white earth.

...

Huahai City.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Wang Yong and Ouyang Feifei made an appointment and had already arrived in front of the Civil Affairs Office.

Today, Ouyang Feifei seems to be particularly eye-catching. Her simple and bright hair, white professional attire, and her temperament of "Don't get close to someone else, don't bother with someone familiar" made the surrounding temperature suddenly drop a little. This reminded Wang Yong of her when she first met, the cold and charming female president.

Wang Yong hasn't known how long it has been since he seen such a cold and icy temperament in her. Even if it appears occasionally, it will be deliberately ignored by him.

Ouyang Feifei nodded at him indifferently, without saying a word, and went straight into the Civil Affairs Office.

Coincidentally, the people who handled the civil affairs department had applied for their marriage certificate last time. They looked at them with surprise and quickly processed the documents. The rest was just signing and signing.

These days, young people are used to being self-centered, not understanding life, and not understanding tolerance. It is so common for me to get married happily today and divorce like a stranger tomorrow.

Ouyang Feifei's face was plain. Although she didn't look at the divorce agreement, the word "voluntary" was lingering as if it had taken root. In fact, since she has reached this point, the rest is so simple that it only takes a few seconds to sign the word.

From then on, the couple were passers-by, flying from all over the world.

The pen she raised her wrist was unable to start. The tip of the pen was on it, her eyes were blank. Under that plain look, her delicate body trembled slightly.

...

"Your name is Wang Yong?"

"Well, the Three Horizon King. The mediocre mediocre."

"In line with the principle of doing what you want, I decided to hire you as a security guard."

"Mr. Wang is a little restless. Some things are not something that cannot be discussed. As the president, I have something that I am not good at doing well and what you are not satisfied with, just mention it."

"A talent like me must at least give me a vice president, right?"

"Wang Yong, what is your attitude?"

"Hey, what do you want to do? Don't mess around, I will call you. If you dare to touch me, I will call you an evil."

"The surname of Wang, don't underestimate others."

"Fei Fei..."

"Miss Ouyang..."

"Boss, why not give me a massage for you."

"This condition is, Wang Yong, I want you to be my boyfriend."

"Boss, I express my sincerest apology to you. By the way, don't you want me to be your boyfriend? Okay, Lao Wang, I'm going to do my best, don't talk about my boyfriend. Even if you want me to be your husband, Lao Wang will accept it."

"Your surnamed Wang, how dare you hit me. Woo, woo."

"Anyway, from today on, you are my woman. I don't allow you to be so careless, have you heard?"

"Old Wang, are you angry?"

"Old, husband."

...

From meeting, acquaintance, knowing each other, and falling in love to the present, Ouyang Feifei couldn't help but think back, and her eyes turned red.

At this moment, Wang Yong happened to sign his name on another divorce agreement.

"Woo..." She suddenly covered her mouth and cried.

At this moment, she seemed to clearly feel that something that she had already become accustomed to but was rapidly withdrawing. For a moment, her heart was as if it was a thorn. Apart from pain, there was only pain.

She was so entangled that she could not breathe. She tried her best to hold on but couldn't help but sobbed. The goddess who was the only one in the business world was no longer there. She was like a little woman, lying on the table and sobbing. Maybe the marriage was caused by a misunderstanding. But how could the little things they lived together so easily?

A piece of paper was handed to her.

"Bang."

She knocked off the familiar big hand and felt a sense of grievance. Bastard, this bastard signed without hesitation. If it weren't for the wrong atmosphere on the scene, she would have wanted to pounce on him and bit him hard.

The past scenes flashed through her mind bit by bit, but she never thought that it would have been a mark in her heart like a root, and could not be erased.

It was not until this moment that she realized that those simple things that she had become accustomed to were deeply penetrated into her heart like the roots of a big tree.

I don’t know when, but the bad guy Wang Yong’s words and behaviors have become a part of her life. He makes himself angry, makes himself happy, and makes himself coquettish.

Even those calm and ordinary lives now feel so delicious and warm.

But all of this is about to be cut off, and I feel like I am cutting off my flesh, the flesh in my heart.

Every stroke is a knife.

After signing, my heart was as if it was being cut by a knife, and the pain was inexplicably painful.

It turned out that this guy had really walked into his heart without realizing it. He was like a thief, secretly leaving a deep mark in his heart.

Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy!

However, she still wrote, and she suddenly felt Qin Wanrou's helplessness and pain.

"Swish-" With a long pull, the pen left a long trace on the paper.

"Hiss, hess~"

A few harsh sounds sounded, and the crying stopped abruptly.

Everyone looked back and saw a gentle and gentle woman suddenly appear, tearing the divorce agreement document to pieces and throwing it into the trash can.

"Wanrou..."

Ouyang Feifei looked up at the tears and saw that the person in front of her turned out to be Qin Wanrou.

"Feifei, go back and say it, don't embarrass you here."

Qin Wanrou's gentle and gentle eyes showed a trace of unquestionable stubbornness, gently holding Ouyang Feifei, who was crying with grievance and sadness. It was extremely rare. She glanced at Wang Yong with resentment, turned around and led Ouyang Feifei away.

Wang Yong was so guilty that he smiled dryly with a stiff face, and hurriedly followed him out.

On the way, Wang Yong drove the car without saying a word.

Qin Wanrou was in the back seat, hugging her arms and crying sadly, feeling pitiful Ouyang Feifei, who was like a little cabbage, and comforted her gently.

When he arrived at home, Qin Wanrou gave Wang Yong a wink, and Wang Yong nodded helplessly.

"Maomao, is it okay for my godfather to take you out for fun?"

After hearing this, Maomao was very happy. He immediately put down the remote control in his hand and stopped watching the cartoon. He stretched out his hands to make a "godfather hug" position.

Wang Yong laughed, and the haze in his heart disappeared a lot. To be honest, seeing Ouyang Feifei's heartbroken appearance, why didn't he feel heartbroken? Who can be ruthless if he is not a sage?

From the time I met, quarrel, fight, misunderstanding, marriage, and life to now, how could I really give up so easily? My feelings for Ouyang Feifei are not as cold and ruthless as it seems. Especially when I saw her lying on the table, burying her head and crying, I really wanted to hug her and coax her, saying, Feifei, we won’t divorce, let’s go back.

But what can I do? I owe Wanrou and her daughter more. It is conceivable how did they get through so many years? How many unimaginable grievances have they suffered in the middle that ordinary people can't imagine? Sadness?

He reached out to hug Maomao, and a feeling of blood compatibility continued to spread between him and Maomao, feeling very intimate. This was his biological daughter. Until this moment, Wang Yong had a dreamlike unreality.

Time flies so fast, and in the blink of an eye, there is a feeling of changing times. How great would it be if my mother was there? Let her see the lovely Maomao and the happy scene of the family, and she yearns for it very much.
Chapter completed!