The old woman became rich by relying on the supermarket instead of selling her granddaughter

The sun is shining brightly today, and the cold winter has finally become a little warmer.

He Sanhua was sitting on the bed with the window half open. She was holding the pink cloth sent by He Gui in her hand and making clothes stitch by stitch.

"Hmph~"

He Sanhua was humming a little tune, and it was obvious that she was in a good mood.

When she finishes making the clothes, she will definitely wear them every day so that Agui can take a good look at them.

But He Sanhua's good mood today did not last long.

Soon, two uninvited guests came to Meng Lan's house.

As soon as Mr. Bu arrived at the village entrance, he was shocked by the brand new look of Daquan Village. He almost didn't recognize that this was Daquan Village.

The entrance of Daquan Village is very lively now. If he didn't have other things to do today, Bu Zhixiu would also want to stop and take a good look.

The carriage continued driving along the village road. Bu Zhixiu circled Daquan Village several times but couldn't find which was Meng Lan's home.

"Strange, where are those shabby huts?"

After turning around a few times, Bu Zhixiu stopped the carriage and couldn't help muttering.

"Master, could it be that they have already moved away?"

Aunt Zhao suddenly regretted her decision to follow along. The carriage was spinning so fast that she almost vomited.

After hearing what Aunt Zhao said, Bu Zhixiu frowned slightly and shook his head.

"That's unlikely. Go ask someone."

Farmers make their living from the land, and their ancestors' roots are here. If there are no natural disasters or man-made disasters, how could they move away so easily?

Thinking this, Bu Zhixiu sent a servant to ask the villagers.

After hearing Bu Zhixiu's words, the silly servant first agreed, but after taking two steps he turned back.

"Master, how do you ask?"

"Just ask how to get to Aunt He's house, no, how to get to He Sanhua's house," said Bu Zhixiu.

"Yes." The servant responded again, and this time he finally walked out smoothly and did not turn back.

"Hey, can you tell me how to get to He Sanhua's house?"

The servant walked a few steps along the road and happened to see a man passing by. He hurriedly stepped forward and asked.

"He Sanhua's family?"

He Gui looked at the stranger in front of him and frowned.

"What do you want to do with He Sanhua?"

After hearing what He Gui said, the servant raised his hand and scratched the back of his head.

"It's not that I want to see her, it's my master who wants to see her."

"Your master?"

He Gui looked in the direction behind the servant and saw the luxurious carriage that was out of place in this village.

His heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"Well, my master is a fortune teller in a nearby town. You may have heard of him."

Mr. Bu?!

As soon as he heard these three words, He Gui's heart, which had been hanging in the air, immediately died.

He came to find Sanhua?

What is he doing?

A great fear suddenly rushed into He Gui's brain, and his hands hanging on both sides of his body began to tremble involuntarily.

The stupid servant didn't notice anything unusual about He Gui.

Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, he was anxious to go back and report, so he asked again.

"Brother, do you know how to get to He Sanhua's house?"

The servant's voice brought He Gui back to reality. After looking at the servant deeply, He Gui shook his head and whispered three words.

"do not know."

After that, he left here like a flash.

He first subconsciously walked towards his home. In He Gui's subconscious mind, home was the safest place, and now he urgently needed to go to a place where he could feel safe.

After walking for a while, He Gui suddenly stopped.

He turned and walked towards He Sanhua's house.

No, he had to tell Sanhua the news as soon as possible.

In case the fortune teller comes with bad intentions, Sanhua can also prepare in advance.

While Mr. Bu was still asking someone how to get to He Sanhua's house, He Gui had already run to He Sanhua's house.

"Yes, it's me. He, He Gui, is Sanhua here? I'm here to look for Sanhua."

He Gui leaned against the door of Meng Lan's house, panting, and spoke to the inside.

He Sanhua, who was making clothes in the house, noticed something at the door. She quickly put the things in her hands aside and walked out of the house quickly.

When seeing He Gui, He Sanhua's eyes were full of surprise.

"Agui, why are you here?" Didn't you just come here?

But seeing that He Gui cared so much about her, He Sanhua felt a sense of joy in her heart.

Although her tone contained some blame and complaints, her eyes were full of joy when she looked at He Gui.

At this moment, He Sanhua is like a girl in love.

But the next second, He Gui's words were like a basin of cold water, pouring cold water over He Sanhua from head to toe.

"Sanhua, Mr. Bu is here..."

"Who, who is here?" When He Sanhua heard He Gui's words, she staggered and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, He Gui supported He Sanhua in time.

He Sanhua's body was now like a boneless body, limp and without any strength at all, and she could only stand by leaning on He Gui.

Her chest and back were immediately covered with cold sweat, and the hair under her clothes stood up.

Mr. Bu, why is he here?

What is he here for?

Could he be...

When He Sanhua thought of this, she even slowed down her breathing and didn't dare to breathe. She didn't dare to think any further.

He Gui looked at He Sanhua who was shaking uncontrollably in his arms and felt extremely distressed.

His Sanhua must have suffered so much over the years that he was so afraid of that person.

He deserves to die for not being able to protect Sanhua all these years.

Fortunately, God has given him another chance to stand in front of Sanhua.

This time, he must protect the three flowers.

Thinking of this, He Gui first carefully helped He Sanhua into the house and let her lie down on the bed.

"Sanhua, I'm here, I'm here."

He Gui held He Sanhua's hand with a firm look in his eyes.

He Sanhua felt her hand being firmly held by a warm and rough big hand, and her heart felt a lot more at ease.

She raised her head and looked into He Gui's eyes.

The young boy from before has now matured a lot, and there are many things in his eyes that she has never seen before.

He Sanhua gradually put her heart back in her stomach.

The current He Gui makes her feel at ease.

"Agui." She held He Gui's hand and called him softly.

"Sanhua, I'm here." He Gui felt the softness coming from the palm of his hand and held He Sanhua's hand even tighter.

This time, he will never let go no matter what.

He once thought that love was about fulfillment, and that he would feel at ease when he saw that his beloved had no worries about food and clothing.

But now He Guicai finally sees his own heart clearly.

His love for He Sanhua should never be, and could not be, fulfillment.

He Gui is now extremely sure that he is the only man in the world who can bring true happiness to Sanhua.

What Sanhua wanted was never a BMW car, fine clothes and delicious food.

Just like those vague fantasies he had had over the years.

They want the same thing from each other.

They all just want the person they love to be around.

You can live a happy life with a simple life and plain food.

"Agui."

He Sanhua felt the power coming from her hands, and somehow, a feeling of sourness surged in her heart.

She raised her head and looked at He Gui, trying hard to hold back the tears that were about to fall.