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Ikawa Nakano stopped talking, understanding that Fujiwara Liike had already decided. Absolutely powerless, double tap with the palm.

Not far away, three women in various kimonos, each holding a shamisen, a toei koto, eight feet, playing music and stepping on the snow, the three of them stood behind Fujiwara Liike, forming a semicircle of protection.

"Hey, my subordinates understand."

Ikawa Nakano reported that the protector of the organization had been following Fujiwara Richi's melee ninja to arrive.

Belongs to the most elite combination of the Phantom Ninja Sect, the highest ninjutsu, the most assassination, spying, stealth, and the actual combat soul characters with rich experience in the enemy. Sando Group - Three Sisters of Shinobi Sakura.

The general who was rolling on the ground, hearing the song, sobbed and desperately endured the pain of gouging out his eyes, prostrate on the ground, and rubbed the blood on his face with white snow with his hands, which also showed a kind of tenacious endurance of the ninja. I was lucky to be able to save my life this time.

"My subordinates understand, I'll book a ticket right away, then he ......" Ikawa Nakano pointed to the general who was wiping his face with snow, and sneered in his heart. The general understands Fujiwara Richi's habits of cleanliness. In order not to let her be disgusted with being killed, she gouged out her eyes and was still taking care of herself, so as not to show the slightest stain in front of her, which was what she liked.

The general hurriedly buried his miserable face in the snow and replied, "I know where Madame Butterfly is, and some of the news from King. ”

The implication is that he is still a useful person.

"Take him down and bandage him and clean him well. Change your clothes, inside and out, throw them in the trash can, and don't see any traces left. Ikawa Nakano looked at Fujiwara Liike in the distance and thought about it. glanced at the general who buried his face in the snow, and directly ordered his subordinates.

The two men dragged the general away, leaving a long trail of drag, and in a few moments, the snow would cover up a trail.

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

Men in the back hold a lacquerware tray painted on a black background with white kimonos and new clogs.

Tengyuan Lichi waved his hand. Turning gracefully, the clogs stepped on the snow, folded their hands, and walked leisurely towards the hot springs with small steps.

Sando Group - Shinobu Sakura holds the instrument and follows closely.

Nakano Ikawa took the tray. He followed with his men.

Snowflakes are still falling. One by one, they slowly disappeared into the white earth.

……

Huahai City.

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

Today's Ouyang Feifei seems to be particularly eye-catching. The concise and bright coiled hair, white professional clothes, and a temperament of "don't get close to the living, don't disturb acquaintances" made the surrounding temperature drop a few points, which made Wang Yong think of her when they first met, the cold and glamorous female president.

Wang Yong doesn't know how long it has been, and he hasn't seen such a cold and glamorous temperament like an iceberg in her. Even if it occasionally appears, it will be deliberately ignored by him.

Ouyang Feifei nodded at him indifferently and did not speak. went straight to the Civic Affairs Bureau.

Coincidentally, the people who handled the civil affairs handled the marriage certificate for them last time, and after glancing at them, they quickly handled the text, and the rest just needed to sign.

In these years, young people are used to being self-centered, and they don't understand life, let alone tolerance. Today is a happy marriage. Ming'er divorced like a stranger, which is too common.

Ouyang Feifei's face was flat, although her eyes didn't look at the divorce agreement, but the word "voluntary" lingered as if it had taken root, in fact, now that it has come to this point. The rest is so simple that it only takes a few seconds to sign it, and it's over.

Since then, husband and wife are passers-by, flying separately from all over the world.

She raised the pen on her wrist, but she couldn't do it. The tip of the pen clicked on it, and his eyes were blank. Under that plain appearance, the delicate body trembled slightly.

……

"Your name is Wang Yong?"

"Well, the three horizontal kings, mediocre mediocrity."

"Based on the principle of making the best use of people, I have decided to hire you as a security guard."

"Mr. Wang, don't be impatient, there are some things that are not negotiable. As the president, if there is anything I don't do well, and what you are not satisfied with, just mention it. ”

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

"Wang Yong, what is your attitude?"

"Hey, what do you want to do? Don't mess around, I'll scream. If you dare to touch me, I will call it indecent assault. ”

"The surname is Wang, don't underestimate people."

"Fei Fei's ......"

"Miss Ouyang......"

"Boss, why don't I massage you."

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

"Boss, I would like to express my sincerest apologies to you. By the way, don't you want me to be your boyfriend? Okay, Lao Wang, I'm out of the way, don't talk about my boyfriend. Even if you want me to be your husband, I will admit it. ”

"You surnamed Wang, you dare to beat me. Woo, woo. ”

"Anyway, from today onwards, you are my woman. I don't allow you to be so uncaring for yourself, don't you hear? ”

"Wang, are you angry?"

"Old, husband."

……

From meeting, acquaintance, acquaintance, and love to the present, Ouyang Feifei couldn't help but think about it, and her eyes couldn't help but turn red.

At this time, 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 been accustomed to for a long time, but which was extremely precious, was rapidly being withdrawn. For a moment, her heart was like being pierced by a thorn, except for pain, there was only pain.

I couldn't breathe when I was so entangled, I couldn't help it, I couldn't help it, the whole person couldn't help sobbing, and the goddess who said nothing in the mall was no longer there. She was like a little woman, lying on the table and sobbing. Maybe the original marriage came from a misunderstanding. However, how can the bits and pieces of the two living together be so light?

A piece of tissue paper was handed to her.

"Smack."

She knocked out the familiar big hand, and a sense of grievance arose. Bastard, this bastard didn't hesitate to sign. If it weren't for the fact that the atmosphere at the scene was wrong, they would have wanted to pounce on him and bite him hard.

The scenes and bits and pieces of the past flashed through her mind, and there was nothing wrong with it. There was a lot of uproar, but she never thought that it would be like taking root, leaving a mark on her heart, and it couldn't be erased.

It wasn't until this moment that she realized that those simple things were taken for granted. It was like the roots of a big tree, deeply rooted in my heart.

I don't know when it began, Wang Yong's bad guy's speech and demeanor have become a part of her life. Make yourself angry, make yourself happy, and make yourself angry.

Even, those uneventful and ordinary lives are so flavorful and warm when I think about them now.

But this qiē is about to be cut off, and I feel as if I am cutting the flesh, the flesh in my heart.

Every stroke that falls is a knife.

After signing it, his heart felt like he was being cut by a knife, and the pain was inexplicable.

It turns out that this guy has really, really walked into his heart unconsciously. Like a thief, he secretly left a deep, deep imprint in his heart.

Bad guys, bad guys, bad guys!

However, she still put pen to paper, and she suddenly deeply felt Qin Wanrou's helplessness and pain.

"Huh-" There was a long tug, and the pen left a long trail on the paper.

"Shh

A few shrill voices rang out, and the crying stopped abruptly.

Everyone looked back at each other, only to see a gentle and feminine woman suddenly appear, tearing up the paper of the divorce agreement and throwing it into the trash.

"Gentle ......"

Ouyang Feifei looked up with teary eyes, and the person in front of her turned out to be Qin Wanrou.

"Fei Fei, if you have something to say, don't be embarrassed here."

Qin Wanrou's gentle and soft eyes revealed a trace of undoubted stubbornness, and gently pulled Ouyang Feifei, who was aggrieved and sad and tearful. It was extremely rare, he glanced at Wang Yong angrily, turned around and led Ouyang Feifei away.

stared at Wang Yong for a while, smiled stiffly, and hurriedly followed out.

On the road, Wang Yong drove without saying a word.

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

When she arrived at home, Qin Wanrou gave Wang Yong a look, and Wang Yong nodded helplessly.

"Maomao, will my godfather take you out to play?"

Mao Mao was very happy after listening to it, and immediately put down the remote control in his hand and stopped watching cartoons, and stretched out his hands to make a "godfather hug" posture.

Wang Yong smiled, and the haze in his heart dissipated a lot. To be honest, seeing Ouyang Feifei so heartbroken, how could he not be heartbroken? If a person is not a sage, how can he be ruthless?

From acquaintance, quarrel, fight, misunderstanding, marriage, and life from himself and Ouyang Feifei to the present. How can it really be so lightly discarded? The feelings for Ouyang Feifei are by no means as cold and ruthless as they seem on the surface. Especially when I saw her lying on the table, burying her head and crying bitterly. I really wanted to hug her and coax her to say, Feifei, we won't get divorced, let's go back.

It's just that what can I do? I owe Wanrou mother and daughter more. It can be imagined how their mother and daughter have come over for so many years? How many unimaginable grievances have been suffered in the middle? Sad?

Stretched out his hand to hug Mao Mao, a feeling of blood dissolution continued to pass between him and Mao Mao, feeling very cordial, this is his biological daughter. Until this moment, Wang Yong has a dreamlike sense of unreality.

Time flies so fast, and in the blink of an eye, there is a feeling of vicissitudes. It would be great if her mother was here, so that she could also see the lovely Maomao, the scene of a happy family, and yearn for it.

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