Qin Dongling stayed in the West District compound for the whole afternoon and later made an appointment with others for dinner, but because Jiang Yuman cooked the meal herself, he didn't leave until after dinner.

Fu Siyi insisted on staying in his arms and was very reluctant to be separated from his grandfather.

Qin Dongling was also reluctant to part with his grandson, so he carried Fu Siyi to the side of the car and said to Fu Jingchen who followed him:

"The General Staff will be a bit busy these days. When you are free, bring Xiaoyi over more often."

Fu Jingchen naturally accepted everything his father-in-law said.

Sun Shifu had already opened the car door at this time, and Fu Jingchen took Xiaoyi over. Both sides were reluctant to part for a long time before the car drove away from the door.

When going upstairs, Xiaoyi lay on his father's shoulder, looking quite depressed.

"Little one, you are so small, but you still have emotions."

Seeing the father and son through the mirror on the dressing table, Jiang Yuman turned her head and took a look.

"Grandpa is not here, and grandpa loves him the most." Fu Jingchen explained, holding his son and sitting on the bed near his daughter-in-law.

Speaking of this, Jiang Yuman turned around and rubbed Xiaoyi's face. "I heard that you cried because you couldn't pull out your beard. You only know how to bully your grandpa and grandfather, why don't you bully your father?"

Xiaoyi didn't understand what was said. He just looked up at his mother's bright and fair face.

Fu Jingchen was helpless, "Don't you dislike it will prick you?"

He also knows that his wife values ​​appearance, so no matter how busy he is in training, he will always take time to take care of himself. There is no such thing as stubble.

"Isn't this just him being naughty?"

Jiang Yuman finished her sigh and moved to sit next to him. "By the way, I haven't praised you yet, Captain Fu. You did a great job today."

She had just finished washing up, her face was white and translucent in the curling mist, her beautiful eyes were bright and smiling, and when she looked at others closely, she was deeply touching.

Fu Jingchen held her hand at her side, "Do you know everything?"

"Yes." Jiang Yuman said: "Uncle Sun told me everything."

When Sun Shifu described it vividly, she couldn't help laughing. But when she immersed herself in thinking, she understood what Fu Jingchen was thinking.

He respected Qin Dongling and everyone around her.

Because of my temporary psychological pressure, I am willing to take on the responsibilities of a younger generation for her so that I can adjust my mentality in this short period of time.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yuman wanted to say a thousand words, but she felt that saying thank you was too official.

After a pause, he half-jokingly and half-seriously complained, "You are so considerate of me, I completely look down on others."

Fu Jingchen squeezed her hand a little harder, and said in a very serious tone, "Then you will only look up to me forever."

Jiang Yuman raised her eyebrows and looked out the window.

It was already dark outside the window, and the warm light in the house was reflected on the window, allowing the family of three to be clearly seen.

Fu Siyi was dissatisfied with being held by his father and was twisting his body to break free.

He was calling "Dad" incoherently.

While he was struggling, Fu Jingchen grabbed him and carried him out of the room.

Mother Fu's room was on the right. She hadn't washed yet. When she opened the door and saw Fu Jingchen coming with her grandson in his arms, she reached out her hand.

After handing his son to his mother, Fu Jingchen turned back.

Maybe only a few minutes passed.

"So fast?" Jiang Yuman couldn't help but sigh when she saw him come in.

Fu Jingchen thought that he had learned a lesson from yesterday's incident, and he must get rid of this little troublemaker as soon as possible, otherwise how could he get close to his wife.

Of course, he didn't say this to Jiang Yuman. The two of them had been very plain from the moment they met. Without the light bulb, it was like dry wood meeting a raging fire. They were so busy that they didn't even have time to talk.