Strongest Guard

A doctor who was used to seeing injuries and deaths was definitely the person who didn't believe in ghosts and gods the most.    

    

Chiang Morann felt that all police officers should also be firm atheists.    

    

Otherwise, who would dare to become a police officer?    

    

Being possessed by the ghost at the scene of the murder, finding an opportunity to replace him, and thus boldly tormenting his beauties — that wasn't a matter of how much money he could earn.    

    

But now, Mrs. Jinghong had personally told Chiang Morann that after a long police investigation, the White Shadow that came to steal her clothes was not human.    

    

There was no doubt that the police, who cared the most about evidence in a case, would not have come to this conclusion without sufficient reason.    

    

Not in the first place.    

    

Not human?    

    

Then, that was a ghost!    

    

How could Chiang Morann not be frightened when she heard the conclusion of the police?    

    

When the bottle of mineral water in her hand was about to hit the ground, Mrs. Jinghong, who looked dignified and beautiful, stretched out her right foot just in time, and the bottle just happened to land on the tip of her foot.    

    

With a slight push, the bottle flew up and landed in her hands.    

    

A treasured sword that hadn't even aged yet.    

    

"Yes, sorry Auntie."    

    

Chiang Morann felt guilty for losing her composure and hurriedly apologized.    

    

"I've already said that we're family, there's no need to be so polite."    

    

Mrs. Jinghong smiled and shook her head. She placed her right hand on Chiang Morann's shoulder, allowing her to sit down once again.    

    

Chiang Morann's mind was in a state of turmoil once again. She looked at Mrs. Jinghong, hoping for a reasonable explanation.    

    

Was there really a ghost in the world?    

    

If there was a ghost, why would that ghost steal from her?    

    

Mrs. Jinghong didn't say anything and just opened the bottle of mineral water, taking small sips.    

    

When Chiang Morann's mouth moved, a bright light suddenly appeared in her mind!    

    

Her charming little face suddenly turned pale.    

    

She understood why Mrs. Jinghong had stopped talking.    

    

This was letting her understand. "Why did you attract bees and butterflies, no, why did you provoke ghosts that might exist? After all, you don't use the locker room yourself. There are a dozen female medical staff. Others are fine, but yours was stolen. Shouldn't you think about why the 'ghost' stole your clothes? "    

    

"Silence, it's fine. "Calm down and drink some water."    

    

Mrs. Jinghong handed over the mineral water.    

    

Chiang Morann's right hand trembled as she received the bottle. She raised her head and gulped it down, just like Yan Zhaoge was blowing out beer.    

    

It was because he was in too much of a hurry to drink that he choked.    

    

Chiang Morann coughed a few times, and when she raised her head again, a charming blush had already appeared on her face.    

    

As if drunk.    

    

Mrs. Jinghong asked softly, "Have you thought it through?"    

    

Chiang Morann nodded vigorously and said in a raspy voice, "Yes, it's Nanfang's ghost. She's back to see me."    

    

Somewhere in the folklore, ghosts can go home and visit their loved ones.    

    

However, because the hospital was full of evil energy and doctors didn't believe in ghosts, Lee Nanfang didn't dare to go to Sister Morann's office to hug her.    

    

But he could come to Sister Morann's changing room.    

    

Because there were high heels that she regarded as spiritual.    

    

As long as he stole her clothes and her high heels, he would be able to find a safe place to do things like flick his hand when he wasn't careful.    

    

This was also a type of spiritual entrustment, right?    

    

With Dr. Chiang's infatuation on high heels, there is a common ground.    

    

To Chiang Morann's assertion, Mrs. Jinghong didn't answer. She only gave an enigmatic smile and said softly, "Whether you're right or wrong, I think Nanfang will always keep thinking about you. He hoped that you could live a happy life. "Don't be haggard and haggard because you miss him too much, as you used to be."    

    

Everything had its two sides.    

    

For example, Sister Morann's clothes were suspected of being stolen by ghosts. If she didn't think of Lee Nanfang, she might really be haggard again due to the theft of her mental support.    

    

But as long as you think of Lee Nanfang, the ghost of that guy stole your things, because he missed you very much, I hope you can be happy.    

    

Then, what reason did Sister Morann have to make Nanfang Di and Liu Li unable to rest in peace?    

    

"Auntie, I-I'll be strong. I will! "    

    

After she understood this logic, Chiang Morann seemed to be brimming with energy.    

    

Completely, he finally came back to life.    

    

However, he was a bit confused: "Nanfang hopes that I can be happy and happy, could it be that he wants me to find another man?"    

    

She didn't know why she thought that either.    

    

Just like how she already knew what Mrs. Jinghong would say next, "Silence. If you really want to make Nanfang happy, then I suggest you go home and have a good rest. At night, go to a bar or a singing hall and have some fun. Maybe you can see the man you like from there? "    

    

Chiang Morann shook her head hurriedly and denied repeatedly, "No, no! Auntie, aside from Nanfang, I will never accept another man in my life. I … I was born to him. "Death, is his ghost."    

    

Mrs. Jinghong smiled, stood up and slowly walked to the window, looked outside, and slowly said, "That may not be so." As long as you do as I say, you might actually meet the man that you like. "    

    

Time flies.    

    

A single day in the river of time, not even a drop of water, was quickly evaporated by the sunset glow.    

    

The golden sunlight shone on Hua Yeshen's face, covering her with a layer of faint golden light.    

    

The butterfly-like eyelashes covered Lee Nanfang's watery eyes, causing him to not even dare to breathe, afraid that he would scare away the two black butterflies.    

    

A woman without eyelashes would not look good no matter how beautiful she was.    

    

The sweet, satisfied smile on the beautiful woman's face was irresistible to any man.    

    

Lee Nanfang's hand was just about to get restless when the woman woke up.    

    

Lee Nanfang felt a little awkward, he retracted his hand and leaned back on the bed and took the cigarette.    

    

As the smoke swirled around her, the beautiful woman's dream-like voice sounded: "Nanfang, you've changed."    

    

"That's right. His hair has grown and he has grown a beard. He is no longer the fairy-like, fairy-like, fair-skinned, fair-skinned, and fair-skinned kid from back then."    

    

When Boss Lee praised himself, he was always serious.    

    

It seemed like the idiom "shamelessness" did not exist in this fellow's dictionary at all.    

    

With a chuckle, the beautiful girl drew circles on his chin with her index finger and said in a greasy voice, "You — you've become even stronger."    

    

All the bear men liked to be praised by women for being so awesome in that aspect.    

    

Lee Nanfang was no exception, he smiled proudly and said: "Of course. "Do you think I ate macaque, seafood, and free food for half a year on a desolate island?"    

    

Whether it was the seafood or the Maka, anyone who ate like a madman for half a year would have their abilities greatly improved. This was a very scientific basis.    

    

Otherwise, Hua Yeshen would not have slept soundly from morning till now, and it would have been better for her to wake up early than Lee Nanfang.    

    

This was also Hua Yeshen's most comfortable sleep since she had been poisoned.    

    

When people feel comfortable, their mind will be especially relaxed.    

    

When one relaxed their mind, it was possible for them to accidentally reveal the secrets that had been hidden deep within their heart for a long time.    

    

Hua Yeshen was just like that.    

    

When Jack looked at her strangely, she was still at a loss: "What's the matter, Nanfang?"    

    

"Call me husband."    

    

Lee Nanfang interrupted her.    

    

Hua Yeshen's face reddened slightly, and she obediently corrected herself, "What's wrong, husband." Why are you looking at me like that? "    

    

"What do you think?"    

    

Lee Nanfang sneered and asked, "You just said that my ability in this area is even stronger. But I remember it clearly, we did it once at the Phoenix Dance Hall last year. Where did it come from? Unless, you are the damned woman who pushed me backwards! "    

    

If he hadn't known that Hua Yeshen was Yang Xiao's lackey, Lee Nanfang would never have guessed that she might be that damned woman who had severely humiliated his man.    

    

Yang Xiao could frighten Black Dragon. As her lackey, Hua Yeshen also had this ability.    

    

Such a simple logic, the calm Lee Nanfang was able to think it through. Was it that strange?    

    

The beautiful woman immediately cried out in fear. She raised her hand to cover her face, not able to say anything else.    

    

Lee Nanfang didn't let her off because of this — he was very strong right now.    

    

Facing the powerful Lee Nanfang, Sister Yeshen had no choice but to confess honestly.