"Everyone disperse, everyone disperse."

At the entrance to Scott's outpost, the soldiers on guard were already used to it, waving to disperse the crowd while shouting:

“After Section Chief Fajia finished dealing with his family matters, he came back to give the interview.”

Have you finished dealing with things at home?

The reporters all gave wry smiles.

Who doesn't know that Section Chief Fajia's wife is very clingy?

The section chief is someone who doesn't care about HAND's orders. He does his job properly, but for trivial things like giving an interview, even if HAND personally gives the order, Fagar might not listen!

With the backing of a vampire clan, he doesn't care about his salary!

HAND was even afraid that he would directly pay the members of the Anti-Air Section 7.

...

At eight o'clock in the evening, the moon was high in the sky.

The warm yellow light emitted by the streetlights on both sides of the road warmed people's hearts.

Under the lights, a five-story detached villa was illuminated. The interior was brightly lit, and although there were only two lonely figures, the lights in the kitchen and living room were all on, as if they were deliberately waiting for someone to come home.

Doo doo doo...

The sound of chopping vegetables could be heard from inside the kitchen.

The sound of a cleaver cutting through a potato is quite melodious, like an experienced housewife encountering her specialty, crisp and skillful.

After cutting a potato, Eileen, wearing an apron, turned and looked around the kitchen counter: chicken legs, ham, corn, ribs, minced meat...

Ellen stood with her hands on her hips, her tail wagging, looking somewhat troubled.

What else needs to be prepared?

"Wow~~~"

But not long after, the sound of a child crying in the living room was like a rock falling into water.

A ripple of emotion stirred within Eileen, instantly snapping her back to reality. She turned abruptly, muttering, "Why are you crying again? I remember you weren't just..."

Thump!

But as soon as she turned around, Eileen bumped into a strong chest, and the other person wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a hug.

Surprisingly, Eileen did not struggle.

Perhaps it was from the depths of her soul that she remembered this familiar taste, which is why she not only did not resist, but also indulged in it, her body going limp, wanting to succumb to its tenderness.

After a long while, Eileen seemed to suddenly remember something.

Subconsciously, I wanted to break free from the person's embrace to look at the baby's trouser legs in the living room.

But as soon as she came to her senses, Eileen realized that the baby's cries seemed to be right in front of her again.

So she looked down and sure enough, she found that the sound was coming from the person in front of her on their phone.

The baby in the living room crawled over on his own, still wearing a diaper, and looked up with some confusion.

In his bewildered eyes, Eileen seemed to see a hint of confusion. Perhaps the baby was wondering when he had suddenly gained a brother.

The details of their shameless singing are so similar!

"You're going to die, you liar!"

Eileen immediately realized she had been tricked and embarrassed in front of her six-month-old baby. She was furious and punched Fagga in the chest.

Fagar chuckled, seemingly unconcerned by Ellen's gentle taps. Instead, he held Ellen tightly in his arms and pushed her step by step toward the corner of the wall.

"Wait, Fagga, you haven't eaten yet!"

"It doesn't matter, I'll be full no matter what I eat."

"Ugh... Ugh!"

Just as the baby in the living room was watching with wide, bright eyes, completely absorbed, Fagga kicked the kitchen door shut.

Um?

The baby blinked its big, belatedly aware eyes, looking bewildered.

Um?

Where are my parents?

Tears welled up in the child's eyes; the child, who couldn't see his parents in his own world, seemed about to burst into tears at any moment.

"Wow!!! Hmm?"

The real cries of a baby erupted at that moment.

But before two seconds had passed, a baby bottle suddenly flew out of thin air and was shoved into the baby's mouth.

The baby was clearly startled, even though he missed his parents very much.

But in the world of a six-month-old baby, nothing tastes sweeter than the milk in their mouth. So they hold onto the bottle tightly with their chubby little hands, biting it and refusing to let go.

[Sigh, really. It's like the Black and White Doll had to get involved in something like this.]

The black and white doll floated in the air with its arms crossed, glanced at the figure floating on the kitchen door, and couldn't help but click its tongue in amazement.

Then he turned and picked up the child from the ground, muttering, "Let's go, Xiaoyue, forget about those awful, teeth-grinding, blood-sucking parents, let's go play on the toy train."

In the living room, the toy train clattered along its designated track.

Xiaoyue clapped her hands happily as she watched the train pass through the tunnel and head towards the seabed, making a "whoosh~ whoosh~" sound from beginning to end, seemingly enjoying herself immensely.

…

(Brothers, no need to wait for a new author to suddenly appear! I suddenly realized that although I'm just a level four ant, I actually have a 100,000-word limit for side stories, so I can write them normally!)

(More fire-making tomorrow)