Of course, Nie Zhao had no idea that his little niece was cursing him eight hundred times in her heart. He laughed because he suddenly realized after going downstairs that Miss Chen actually liked his performance in bed, which proved that he was quite capable.
And another thing, she actually said that she couldn't sleep when he wasn't around.
In other words, she is dependent on him. Although she doesn't need him to the point of being indispensable, he is still very important to her.
Upstairs, he went back to his bedroom, looked at his mother's photo on the wall, and started making phone calls.
Mr. Nie was superstitious, and many important matters were accomplished under his mother's watchful eye.
He was timid, cowardly, sensitive, suspicious, and insecure. All his strength was supported by Han Yuzhu.
Of course, he kept confirming and confirming until he annoyed the doctor with his questions before he felt at ease and went back to sleep.
...
The very next day, Chen Ke called.
Because of one of his phone calls, Chen Rou realized that she probably wouldn't be able to fly a plane anymore.
First, he said that the meteorological department detected that a super typhoon would form next week. Gui Touchang also received the news and went far away to the Taiwan Strait. Their mission still needs to wait for the higher-ups to make new plans.
Secondly, since he promised her he would fly the plane, he naturally had to introduce the aircraft first so she could be mentally prepared.
When Chen Rou saw the airplane, her head immediately throbbed.
This raises a question: she comes from the future, and in the future, fifth-generation fighter jets will have special materials for the fuselage and flight suits to protect the pilots' health.
Otherwise, pilots working in high-altitude, high-radiation environments would quickly break down.
Modern fighter jets, especially Soviet-style ones, are particularly crude. Not to mention flight suits, the cabin walls don't even have radiation protection coatings. She didn't know she was pregnant when she agreed to Chen Ke's request. Just yesterday, she didn't even think about the fighter jet issue. What should she do?
At this point, Chen Ke said again, "Then let's do it next week. I'll let you know when the orders from the higher-ups come through."
The other child has already come all this way, and he's so strong. His parents have been trying to get rid of him for almost forty days, but they haven't managed to. Even if Chen Rou is in a normal mood, she shouldn't deliberately cause trouble for the child.
Fortunately, there was a typhoon, and fortunately, the mission will be delayed for another week; otherwise, she would have killed Chen Ke.
She didn't want to tell him she was pregnant, but she said, "Cousin, I might not be able to fly anymore, otherwise..."
This was the first time Chen Rou had broken her promise, and she felt very embarrassed.
But for Chen Ke, this matter was actually a great relief, after all, his cousin was a girl and looked so young, and this was not a simple reconnaissance plane, but a much more difficult fighter jet.
He breathed a sigh of relief when she said that, and said, "That's right."
He added, "We have plenty of experienced pilots. We can just remove one ground crew member and replace him with another."
Every position has its own role; removing one ground personnel creates a gap in the workforce.
Therefore, Chen Rou said firmly, "I will help you fill in that gap in the ground."
It's hard to say about fighter jets, but her experience on land is truly unmatched. Chen Ke readily agreed: "Okay."
After finishing the phone call, Chen Rou went upstairs to the greenhouse to have breakfast.
But she froze as soon as she entered the door, turning to look at Kwong, who was personally serving her food: "Where are my equipment?"
There used to be a treadmill and a resistance band exercise machine upstairs, and she liked to run around after meals.
She had gone upstairs last night and the equipment was there, but when she woke up early this morning, she found that all the equipment was gone, flowers were scattered everywhere, and there was a pile of leather items neatly stacked in a corner.
Kwong laughed and said, "You're pregnant, right? The boss said that starting today, you can't work out anymore."
Chen Rou pointed to the pile of leather: "And what's that all about?"
Kwong said with a smile, "The boss arranged for the workers that Uncle Ming found to padded the walls of the greenhouse. You like to stay here, but what if you bump into something? The walls are soft, so they can reduce some of the damage."
Chen Rou still couldn't understand: "The goods were delivered this morning, why didn't you just surround them and pack them up? Why didn't you start working on it?"
Kwong said with a smile, "After you finish breakfast, the workers will come upstairs and it will be ready by evening."
Okay, Chen Rou understands.
Thinking back to her past life, her workplace allocated her a small 45-square-meter apartment, and it took her several days to renovate it. In her mind, renovation was a particularly troublesome thing. But in wealthy families, renovation doesn't even affect a breakfast.
Fearing she would delay the workers, she quickly finished her breakfast, went downstairs to change into her sportswear and put on a hat.
As soon as I stepped outside, Kuang Zai stood at the door, smiling: "Miss Chen, the boss said that if I dare to let you go to the gym, he'll skin me alive. And as you know, my family's time-honored pharmacy is now in the boss's hands."
Kuang obediently followed Nie Zhao as a child laborer, but he also studied traditional Chinese medicine in his spare time. He planned to reopen his clinic in the future, which would also be considered as inheriting his father's business. The land for his family's clinic was in the hands of the Nie family.
Nie Zhao could bring it back with just a word, but if he didn't use his mouth and nose, Kuang Zai would be just like Song Yuanchao from the mainland said, a glorious proletarian.
But he didn't crave glory; he wanted to carry on his family's legacy and become a doctor.
He clasped his hands together and bowed to Chen Rou, pleading, "Miss Chen, I'm begging you, please spare my life..."
Chen Rou not only refused to let him go, but also said, "You should say something for your boss. Just say that I said it. If a child can't stand his mother running and exercising, then he doesn't deserve to be my child. Go away."
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