Jiang Ling had survived in the apocalypse for ten years, but he was finally tired and chose to perish with the Zombie Emperor.
He didn't die! Instead, he transmigrated and became a substi...
As I lay there, I unconsciously closed my eyes and rested.
Finally, several escorting officers and soldiers discussed it.
At this hour, we can't reach the first post station even if we set out, so we might as well have a good rest here for the night and set off early tomorrow.
When Jiang Ling and the others heard this, they were of course very willing.
So, Butler Chen led the soldiers to set up tents.
Jiang Ling took the kid for a walk on the grass to help him digest his food, and the kid accidentally ate a little too much.
The belly is so round and swollen, so cute.
Seeing Jiang Ling patting the kid's round belly, Yue Qianli couldn't help it. He had no common sense at all. It was really hard to raise a child.
She stopped his hand, looked at him, and spoke seriously.
"The child has just eaten, don't pat his belly, it's not good."
He really didn't understand these things. He had never taken care of a child before. This wasn't his first time, and he found his new son particularly interesting.
So, he smiled and withdrew his curious hand.
Take the kid for a walk and have a look around.
"Dad, do we want to live here?" He saw the housekeeper setting up a tent.
"Okay, we'll stay here tonight and set off tomorrow morning." After saying that, she took him to see the mountains and stroll around the small ditch.
"Okay." The little brat can be anywhere as long as there is a daddy or a father.
On the way back, she picked some wild flowers on the roadside, saying they were for her father.
What a filial son.
On the way back, the three of them sat quietly on the grass and played with the little cub.
Suddenly, Jiang Ling took out two small green leaves.
"I'll give you a small gift!"