Nan Suzhi and Balu looked at Nanxi at the same time, and neither of them spoke.
Nan Su was so angry that his whole body was shaking.
Baru was flattered. This was the first time she had openly stated that they had held a wedding and acknowledged his identity as her husband.
"Okay, baby, you go up first and sleep for a while, okay?" The man stroked her cold little face with his thumb, feeling very distressed.
Nanxi nodded and looked at Nan Suzhi.
"Brother, I'm really tired. Can you please stop making trouble? Daddy's body is still warm. You'll disappoint him if you do this."
disappointment?
Nan Suzhi smiled bitterly.
Nan Zhenguo, when had I ever had any hope for him? He had never considered himself a member of the Nan family.
If his mother had not insisted on changing his surname to Nan, which stopped Nan Zhenguo from training him to be a black glove, he would probably be in some prison now.
"I know, Luanluan, you should go and have a rest. I was too excited just now." Nan Suzhi finally didn't have the courage to quarrel with her at this time. He endured it for a while and softened his tone.
Nanxi nodded, "Thank you, brother." After she said that, she turned and walked upstairs.
Baru glanced at Nan Suzhi and stuffed all the paper money in his hand into his hand. "Brother-in-law, thank you for your help. My wife can't live without me. She is delicate and needs to be coaxed."
After he finished speaking, he lifted his legs and chased after her, "Baby, can't you sleep without me? Come on, let your husband warm your feet."
There was silence all around, and the man's words lingered throughout the hall, neither light nor heavy.
Nan Suzhi looked up and watched the man walk into his sister's bedroom openly, then close the door and never come out again.
The blood in his body began to boil, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, his eyes were horrified and frighteningly cold.
Damai waved his hand and asked his men to put away their guns and retreat.
Balu's men also put away their guns and stood guard at the door, with the two groups standing on the left and right, clearly separated.
"Sir." After everyone had left, Damai came closer.
"A little impatience can ruin a great plan. The young lady will be yours sooner or later. You must remain calm at this moment."
Nan Suzhi had a blank expression on his face and no piety at all. He sat on the straw mat and casually threw paper money into the clay pot one by one. Looking at the weak flame above, the corners of his mouth curled up.
"Don't worry, I know what's going on."
Over the years, he only learned one word from Nan Zhenguo, and that was "strategy".
At that time, Nan Zhenguo had a sudden inspiration and wrote the word "Mou" and gave it to him. It is still hanging in his private residence in Mandalay.
At that time he said, "Suzhi, whether you like it or not, you have called me dad for so many years. I don't have much to give you, so I will give you a word, the word 'mou'. If you can understand it, you will have enough food and clothing. If you can understand it, you will be rich. If you can understand it thoroughly, you will get what you want."
Now, he didn't know what realm he had reached, but he had wealth, and all his wishes had come true, the only thing missing was one thing.
"Dad," he said coldly, looking at the black and white portrait in the mourning hall, "I'm not greedy. This is all I want. If it works, I'll build a temple for you so that you can be worshipped by our Nan family's descendants for generations to come. How do you think?"
There was a deathly silence all around, and his voice was like a stone sinking into the sea, without any echo.
The man snorted coldly, "Why am I telling you this? If I want something, I'll get it myself. You're not a wish-granting Bodhisattva, you're just a dead ghost."
A whole stack of paper money was thrown into the basin. Soft tongues of flame suddenly boiled up, thick smoke rushed up to the roof, and the ferocious red dispelled the coolness of the entire hall.
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Nanxi's bedroom is connected to a terrace.
How could she feel sleepy anymore? She tightened her shawl, opened the sliding door, faced the cold wind, and watched the morning sun shining on the golden spire of the pagoda rising slowly in the distance.
Balu stood at the door, a cigarette in his mouth, but he didn't light it. He just looked at her slender and straight back quietly, without going forward to disturb her or saying a word.
The message in my pocket rang. It was from Wu Meng.
"Your brother Jin and I will come over in an hour to pay our respects to your father-in-law."
I use the tip of my tongue to play with the cigarette butt to relieve the depression in my heart.
He has no relatives, and all the respect and warmth in his life were given by Brother Jing and Brother Meng. They treated him as their own brother, and although they knew it was not appropriate to come to Naypyidaw at this time, they still came without hesitation to support him.
He looked up and saw that the little woman outside was still motionless. He sighed, walked over, and hugged her from behind.
"Xixi, come in, it's windy here."
The emotions that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly collapsed at this moment. She turned around, and her tearful eyes suddenly crashed into the man's heart, and his whole body seemed to be broken.
"Hubby~, I can't accept that my father died like this..."
Tears were streaming down her face, and she looked so pitiful.
The man stared at her with his deep, handsome eyes, his voice was hoarse but firm.
"I'm here, baby. I'm with you. I'll investigate thoroughly and avenge him."
She threw herself into the man's arms, crying her heart out.
Balu held her in his arms, letting her cry, and gently stroked her long hair over and over again.
When Wu Meng and Hong Jin arrived at the door, Nanxi could no longer cry. She lay in his arms with her eyes dull.
The servant came and knocked on the door, saying that guests had arrived, and the two of them went downstairs.
Nan Suzhi received guests in the living room as a filial son.
This was the first time he was so close to Hong Jin and Wu Meng. The two were about the same height, but had different temperaments.
Hong Jin was dressed in a black suit, with a straight figure and a noble temperament. He exuded the invisible oppressive feeling of a superior, and he kept people at a distance.
Wu Meng had a resolute face and exuded a stern and murderous aura. He was intimidating without being angry and full of dominance. Behind him followed a little boy of six or seven years old, who looked 80% like him. He was wearing sportswear and carrying a highly realistic toy gun on his back. He looked like a gangster.
"My condolences." After offering incense, Hong Jin followed the procedure, accepted the filial son's bow, and said in a low voice.
The gentlemen of Nansu returned home, modest and elegant, neither humble nor arrogant.
The one coming up from behind was Wu Meng. "My condolences!" His voice was hoarse and deep, revealing majesty.
"Thank you, Commander Wu." Nan Suzhi said politely in a low voice.
"Yeah." Wu Meng responded and walked towards the reception area.
Wu Jie ran over, knelt down and kowtowed, then stood up, pulled up his trousers, and trotted behind Wu Meng.
"Dad, where is Xixi? I might be her boyfriend in the future, so I have to accompany her now, right?" He didn't quite understand the social customs in China, but every time Mom came back to China, Dad would accompany her and buy her a lot of gifts. He would also find work to do when she went to her uncle's house. He subconsciously felt that a man should show more at his wife's house.
"I'm telling you, your Uncle Long has been in a bad mood these past two days. If you don't want to be beaten by him, just be quiet. If you really get beaten, challenge him to a duel. Don't come near me, do you hear me?"
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