Zongman: I accidentally picked up a JK

No one in the Tang family disobeyed Taoist Luo's words.

Even the old patriarch grew up listening to his stories, and 19 years ago he took Mingyou away so that Tang Chengshun could deal with the conflict between Datang and the Tang family. No matter from which point of view, the Tang family would respect Luo Daoren's opinion.

Even Li Qinghe, after crying her eyes out, suppressed the idea of ​​flying to Japan to be with her son.

In the end, they just sent more people to Japan and told the three brothers Tang Hu to protect Mingyou's safety at all costs.

Moreover, Tang Chengshun, as the head of the family or the King of National Security, ordered that no matter what Mingyou wanted to do, he would fully support him. Even if he killed or burned people in Japan, he would bear the responsibility.

Li Qinghe will be happy if his son is happy. As long as his wife is happy, Tang Chengshun is willing to stand on the opposite side of the world again.

He is the head of the family and Mingyou's biological father, and this is what he should do.

After receiving the order, Tang Hu and his men stopped almost all irrelevant actions in Japan and concentrated their forces to guard secretly around Mingyou Apartment.

"What's wrong with the young master? Why is he buying so much wine again?"

"Mr. Luo said that this little bit of wine won't hurt the young master at all, so there's no need to worry." Tang Hu said solemnly.

Mingyou encountered such a big problem in Japan that even if Mingyou took action on his own, he couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart.

"I see that the young master only drinks and doesn't eat much, is that okay?"

"Xiaoliang is ready. If the young master has any problems, he will rush in immediately."

There wasn't much they could do, Mingyou didn't want to see anyone now.

It's not that he didn't eat anything at all. He would chew the instant noodles at home down instinctively.

He lived a life that went from his apartment to the convenience store, and was never awake for a single moment.

"Yuu-chan..."

As long as he wasn't drunk, the girl he loved most whom he lost would always be on his mind.

Only by getting drunk can I forget all this.

Not paying attention to time, he woke up with a hangover once again.

I heard a rustling sound, like someone was sweeping the floor.

"Yuu-chan!"

The sudden emotion suppressed the alcohol, and Mingyou jumped up from the bed. Just when he was about to shout out "Xiaoyou", he saw the person sweeping the floor in the dazzling light.

"Not her"

The person sweeping the floor was frightened by Mingyou and stopped using the broom.

"woke up?"

"Oh, man."

"You...ah, are...Miss."

Mingyou's throat was swollen from long periods of excessive drinking. In addition, he only took the food and paid for it when buying alcohol, and never talked. At this moment, he almost lost the ability to speak.

The clarity in his eyes only lasted for a moment, and then he fell on the bed, intoxicated by the alcohol again.

And he hadn't turned on any lights in his apartment for a whole week. Even the sunlight would hurt his eyes, not to mention the light after he was suddenly awakened.

He closed his eyes and subconsciously reached for the wine beside the bed.

He didn't get it. The unopened bottles of wine he had thrown beside the bed were all put on the table by Zhenli, and dozens of empty bottles had been thrown away.

The air finally no longer had the nauseating smell of sour alcohol that had filled the air when Manri first came in, but it was still pungent. Manri didn't have a mask, and the reason she didn't wrinkle her nose was because she was numb from the smoke.

"Where's the wine..."

"How much did you drink?"

"I want to drink..."

"What happened when you went to Asahikawa?"

The word "Asahikawa" irritated Mingyou. If it was someone else, he would tear the other person's mouth apart. But she was Marisa. Mingyou's love for Sayu was not fake, and neither was his friendship for Marisa.

"Spiritual epidemic." Ming You still remembered the reason Taoist Luo told him.

"You...are infected?"

"Um......"

“Is it so difficult to handle?”

"It's difficult... My master saved me."

Mingyou wanted to cry when his experience in Asahikawa was replayed, but he couldn't do it because of Zhenli.

He shielded his eyes with his arms, not wanting to expose his weakness to Marie.

"Sorry, I won't ask again."

Marisa caught a glimpse before Mingyou covered his eyes.

What a hollow look it was, like the embers of despair after everything.

In her impression, Mingyou's charming peach blossom eyes were always casual and unrestrained at all times.

These eyes would look at her with a smile and say, "Thank you for the hospitality, Miss!"

I would also look at her expectantly, hoping that she would make some cute movements and expressions.

It will also make her...

And now, it is the first time that I see Mingyou so depressed.

He doesn't like drinking, but he got himself drunk.

Mari is not very good at cleaning, so she has servants to help her both at the mansion and at the shrine.

But she always felt that Mingyou wouldn't want to see anyone at this moment, and she still had some chances.

and......

"I won't let others see the ugly side of my man"

This is what the overbearing president thinks.

There were no aprons or masks in the apartment, only a simple broom and mop, and a rag.

Mari just did the work she was not familiar with bit by bit without asking Jūgo for help.

Sort the bottles, sweep the floor, and mop it again.

Take your time with each area, and wait for Mingyou to wake up before making his bed.

Manari's skirt was stained and her body was covered in sweat.

If it were Mingyou normally, he would say:

"The sweaty young lady is really tempting—"

or:

"It would be nice if it was a white dress!"

I would roll my eyes at him and get a "thank you for the treat".

But Mingyou didn't. When he saw Zhenli, his heart-breakingly empty eyes only became clear for a brief moment. After calling out her name, he wanted to drink by himself.

This moment of clarity was enough. At least it proved that she was Mingyou's best friend.

Mingyou just nodded in response to her apology. It was hard to tell from his current posture.

Mani didn't care about Mingyou's reaction, she continued cleaning Mingyou's room.

It's been two full hours and it's a bit tiring.

"Mari...thank you for your hard work. Take a break, I'll clean up the rest."

He saw that Mari looked tired.

Her tiredness was much relieved by his words.

"It's already like this, I'll finish it."

Whether it was because of her unwillingness to give up or Mingyou's uniqueness, she didn't want to end it in a whimper.

"Ugh......"

Manri was right. If someone else came, Mingyou would not be able to calm down.

"Mind if I take a bath, Mari?"

I couldn't stand the smell on him, and it just made me feel more numb.

"Is this your home?"

"What? Luo Jun actually said something so weird. It's obviously your house. Hahaha..."

The memory still tormented him.

"Leave me alone for a while, miss."

He began to lose control of his emotions again, and if it weren't for Mali he would have vented them out.

Mingyou said this in a trembling voice, and then he stood up from the bed, his movements also trembling. He just took one step and fell heavily to the ground.

Just because alcohol doesn't affect his body fundamentally doesn't mean it has no effect.

There are some temporary problems with my body's functions.

"Mingyou!"

Mari ignored the smell on him, squatted down and walked forward to help him up.

“Miss…” Mingyou softened at the genuine worry in Marie’s eyes, “I lost Xiaoyou…”

"Xiaoyou, do I know him?"

Even the overbearing CEO brain didn't trigger the words "How dare a man mention another woman?"

He truly lost Sayu and could only tremble with the support of his best friend.