Feng Zhenren was lucky enough to survive until now thanks to the help of Zhou Shizhao.
That was why when Zhou Shizhao and his wife came to him, he ignored Wu De's offer to help his daughter with the life-changing ritual.
So...
It is God’s will!
Everything is fate, and we have no control over it!
Master Feng gave a bitter smile, grabbed his bag and turned away without looking back.
With the remaining two days, he will atone for his sins...
Zhou Shizhao wanted to stop him again, but his wife ran out with the child in her arms, looking frightened.
"Shizhao, Fangfang... Fangfang... I can't take it anymore!"
Zhou Shizhao looked at his daughter's miserable face, and all the strength in his body was instantly drained away.
"Where's Master Feng? Didn't they say that after exchanging lives, Fangfang would be gone?"
"What's going on now?"
Zhou Shizhao's wife had not yet realized that Master Feng was dead, and she only wanted to ask Master Feng to save Fangfang.
Zhou Shizhao was in a trance for a moment, and the woman's resolute eyes and vicious curse seemed to appear before his eyes again...
"No descendants... Lost my beloved... Can't get what I want..."
"hehe…"
Zhou Shizhao laughed bitterly. Is this his retribution?
Is this a punishment for abandoning his wife and children?
When he was in the countryside, he couldn't bear the hard work in the countryside, so he secretly had an affair with the village chief's daughter.
Thanks to the village chief's special care, he was able to persevere in the countryside until he had the opportunity to return to the city...
At that time, the village chief's daughter was pregnant.
Zhou Shizhao had no other thoughts at that time, so he asked the village chief's daughter to take good care of her pregnancy and come to pick them up after he settled down in the city.
But life in the city is not as good as imagined.
Zhou Shizhao's family could not help him much, so he had to rely on himself for life and work.
I had just started working and had to pay for food and rent, so I didn't have any money left, let alone go back to the village to pick up the village chief's daughter and others.
The village chief's daughter waited for two days.
Even though the child was already calling him dad, Zhou Shizhao had no intention of coming to pick him up.
The village chief's daughter could no longer sit still.
These two girls were the ones who accompanied Zhou Shizhao back to the city, and the village chief's daughter was often bullied by the villagers.
The child is so grown up now, and Zhou Shizhao hasn't come back yet. Doesn't he want them anymore?
The village chief's daughter rushed directly to Zhou Shizhao's unit with her child in her arms.
After this, the village chief's daughter and child never came back.
The village chief's daughter saw with her own eyes Zhou Shizhao snuggling intimately with another fashionably dressed woman.
She was so sad and excited that she wanted to rush across the street with her child to settle the score with Zhou Shizhao.
While crossing the road, the child was run over by a large truck and neither the mother nor the child survived.
She cursed Zhou Shizhao until her death...
"Shizhao...Shizhao..."
Zhou Shizhao's wife pushed him with tears in her eyes, "What should I do? Where is Master Feng?"
Zhou Shizhao was stunned for a moment, forced back the tears in his eyes, and reached out to hug his daughter tightly.
"Fangfang, hello!"
I hope she won't be his daughter in the next life...
Being his daughter is too hard...
…
Song Ning didn't care about Zhou Shizhao's situation.
The law of nature is clear and retribution will come!
When they decided to do something that lacked great virtue, they should have thought about the consequences today.
After the ritual was completed, Song Ning did not clean up the altar. He took Yuanyuan and went back to the house to rest.
After all this hard work, I can finally have a good sleep!
When Song Ning fell asleep holding the chubby Yuanyuan in her arms, Qiao Bo had just stepped into the gate of the military area.
Before he could wash off the dust on his body, the signalman handed him the message from the Qiao family.
"Ning Qian, come back quickly!"
Qiao Bo frowned and read the thin piece of paper over and over again.
What is lemon?
Song Ning is gone? Where did she go?
Song Ning came to the army to look for him? When did she do that? How long had she been doing that?
Could it be that Song Ning came to the army to look for him but didn't find him?
Where is Song Ning now?
Why let him go back?
Qiao Bo's mind was full of questions, and he didn't care what time it was. He just called the village committee.
The village committee of Qiaojia Village just installed a mobile phone today. This is the fastest way for him to contact the Qiao family.
Ring, ring, ring…
The phone at the Qiaojia Village Committee rang over and over again, but no one answered.
Qiao Bo tugged at the collar of his shirt irritably. He always had a bad feeling in his heart that couldn't be stopped from bubbling up.
His mind is full of Song Ning. Will Song Ning cry if she can't find him?
Does Song Ning have a place to live now? Does she have food to eat?
What should I do if I am caught by bad guys?
Qiao Bo's face turned pale, and he looked a little crazy.
He stayed by the phone and called the village committee of Qiaojia Village all night long.
No one answered the phone in Qiaojia Village until morning.
However, the Qiao family kept this incident a secret, and the person who answered the phone didn't know what had happened to the Qiao family.
Qiao Bo rushed to the political commissar's office with an unshaven beard, "I want to ask for leave..."
The political commissar was also stunned when he saw Qiao Bo's expression. "You didn't sleep all night last night, watching the phone?"
"Did my wife have a falling out with her family?"
Qiao Bo looked at the political commissar with red eyes, "I don't know..."
It is precisely because I don't know that I can't stop worrying.
The political commissar was also startled by his appearance, "Why are you still standing there? Go back home quickly!"
"You just finished your mission, so I'll give you a few days off to relax..."
"Borrow a car from the army, drive fast..."
Before the political commissar finished speaking, Qiao Bo's figure disappeared from his sight like a gust of wind.
"This kid..."
The political commissar shook his head, "You still can't keep your composure!"
He had also overheard the noises going on in Qiao Bo's house a few days ago.
After all, Qiao's parents looked for Qiao Bo everywhere with great fanfare, as if they had lost their parents.
As Qiao Bo's direct superior, it would be difficult for him not to know!
"You're still a young man! Full of passion..."
Qiao Bo borrowed a jeep from the army, and without even bothering to change his clothes, he stepped on the accelerator and rushed out.
The young soldier who was registering him was sprayed in the face with exhaust fumes, which made him become autistic.
Qiao Bo drove all the way and returned to Qiaojia Village after three hours.
At this time, Song Ning just opened his eyes and stretched.
"Auntie, was Yuanyuan well behaved last night?"
Almost as soon as Song Ning opened her eyes, a round little head came over.
Last night, in order to make Yuanyuan sleep well, Song Ning told her that if she slept well at night, she would be able to go home with her parents tomorrow.
Yuanyuan Guo became obedient and didn't move all night, letting Song Ning hold her in his arms like a pillow while she slept.
"good!"
Song Ning, who had had a good sleep, was in a good mood and gave Yuanyuan a big smile without hesitation.
I couldn't help but stretch out my claws and pinch the round, chubby little face.
Yuanyuan's eyes lit up, "Then can I go back to Tang with my parents?"
"You little heartless thing! Do you miss your parents so much?"
Song Ning pretended to be angry and pouted, pinching the little chubby face with both paws.
"Jinjin used up a lot of spiritual energy to save you last night. Tell me! How are you going to compensate me?!"
"I'll treat you to some cakes..."
Yuanyuan's first few words were not clear due to the damage done by Song Ning's claws, but the last two words were extremely clear.
In Yuanyuan's mind, gaogao is simply the most delicious thing in the world, and saying anything wrong is a blasphemy to gaogao...
"I gave you your cakes!"
Song Ning teased her deliberately, "That doesn't count! Are you thinking of someone else..."
The round and chubby little face suddenly wrinkled into the shape of a fat bitter melon.
Song Ning immediately burst out laughing.
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