At lunchtime, Fu Jingchen arrived on time to pick up Su Jiaojiao and take her home.
Fu Jingchen didn't look too good today.
"Jingchen, what's wrong?" Su Jiaojiao sat on the back of the bicycle and gently hugged his waist.
"Jiaojiao!" Fu Jingchen was in a bad mood and didn't know how to start the conversation.
That day, he developed some feelings for his wife.
Why do things keep happening?
Su Jiaojiao poked her head out: "Brother Jingchen? Why are you hesitating? What mischief have you done?"
Looking down at her, Fu Jingchen sighed again: "I have a mission from above, and I have to leave tonight."
"Ah!" Su Jiaojiao was also a little surprised.
They've already come all this way to the Northwest, why are they still going on missions?
Fu Jingchen certainly didn't want to go either.
However, since his superiors specifically assigned him to the mission, he could not disobey the order.
In the past, he would have volunteered for missions outside the country.
After all, his relationship with Su Jiaojiao wasn't good at that time.
Things are different now; he now wants to be with Su Jiaojiao 24/7.
Hearing this, Su Jiaojiao's mood soured: "How long will it take to walk?"
The hand around Fu Jingchen's waist tightened a bit.
Of course, she didn't want to be separated from him either.
They were deeply in love, and their relationship had taken another step forward.
However, there has been no progress.
“At least a month.” Fu Jingchen’s voice was tinged with grievance.
Not seeing his wife for a month was truly agonizing for him.
Su Jiaojiao narrowed her eyes, equally unhappy: "It's been so long, but it's okay, I'll wait for you to come back."
She supports Fu Jingchen's contributions to the construction of the motherland.
"Yes!" Fu Jingchen could only nod vigorously. "I'm going on a mission to the south this time."
It is closer to the Shanghai Stock Exchange, though.
"An island?" Su Jiaojiao asked subconsciously.
"How did you know?" Fu Jingchen was about to ask when Su Jiaojiao had already guessed.
"Could it be..." Su Jiaojiao thought of Lu Yi's words, that the Bai family had some status and influence.
“No.” Fu Jingchen had already guessed what she was thinking. “This mission was proposed by our father.”
Because this was a mission to capture enemy agents.
Fu Jingchen was the most experienced in catching enemy spies.
That's why it was suggested that Fu Jingchen take on this task.
Su Jiaojiao nodded: "I see. I'm going to tell Mom today."
“Yes.” Fu Jingchen felt that if his own mother couldn’t make things easy for him, he couldn’t make his own father’s life easy either.
The young couple went directly to Du Xiuyun and Fu Yifei's courtyard.
I stopped by the supply and marketing cooperative on the way and bought some fruit and snacks.
Then he took out meat and vegetables from his spatial storage.
They were all mixed together and handed over to Du Xiuyun.
Unexpectedly, Du Xiuyun had already given Fu Yifei the cold shoulder.
"Jingchen, Jiaojiao, please try to persuade them." Fu Yifei looked at Fu Jingchen and Su Jiaojiao with a pleading expression. "Although this mission is dangerous, we cannot back down when our country needs us!"
He will always charge forward.
Of course, she'll also bring her son along.
Fu Jingchen and Su Jiaojiao both laughed: "We won't try to persuade you."
They don't need to complain anymore; Du Xiuyun already knows.
Hearing the young couple speak in unison, Fu Yifei felt a little annoyed.
But he didn't dare to get angry at Su Jiaojiao.
He could only glare at Fu Jingchen: "Jingchen, your awareness needs improvement. How could you let me bring this up for you? You should take the initiative and step forward."
His son used to volunteer.
He couldn't stop him no matter what.
Now……
"Wherever I am, I can contribute to the construction of our motherland!" Fu Jingchen retorted, "He sent me from the Northwest to the Southeast. What a good father he is!"
Moreover, he felt that he was needed more here.
Su Jiaojiao knew that Fu Jingchen was not afraid of the difficult mission, nor was he afraid of danger.
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