Fireworks were set off in Yangon city from 10 o'clock that evening all night long. If this incident had not attracted widespread attention and discussion and was not forcibly suppressed by Wu Meng, Yangon would have been bombarded with fireworks for three days and three nights.
At Yiya Manor, a man who had not gone out for two days sat on the bed holding his sleeping little wife. The tablet in his hand began to get hot again. He turned it off and switched to his mobile phone to check the maternal and child care information.
The man who used to fly into a rage when writing a battle plan has been staying up for two nights to learn about maternity care.
Wu Meng was so annoyed by the way he showed off on the phone that he ordered the military building to hand over important matters to the secretariat until he had calmed down. Otherwise, if they forced him to the office, they would blow the roof off the building.
The wolf cub is still unstable. His beloved woman is pregnant with his child, and he is so excited that he wants to do somersaults in the sky. If he is not allowed to stay with his wife to relieve this energy, he will not be able to calm down and think about the problems that will follow.
Raising a soldier is more worrying than raising a son. Wu Meng has no place to vent his anger, so he calls Sa Kun every day to make trouble.
"Dailong, that's enough—" Nanxi opened her eyes and saw that he was still watching maternity care videos on the social networking site. She finally couldn't stand it anymore.
"We've hired a nursing team to live in the manor. Aren't they more professional than you? What's the point of looking around all day?"
"I'm nervous, honey." The man held her hand. "Pregnancy will cause morning sickness, your belly will get bigger, and you'll have to undergo surgery to give birth. I'm nervous, honey. Any of these could cost me my life. I can't bear to see you suffer."
"Then what were you doing before? I told you to have a baby at 25, but you insisted on doing it that time, you bastard. Why are you saying this now? You're saying this when the baby is already here." The little woman rolled her eyes at him.
"I'm sorry, honey." He hugged his little wife like a child who had made a mistake, his chin resting on her head. "I didn't expect to succeed on the first try. Maybe my daughter can't stand seeing her dad being shown off by that bastard Zhan Peng, so she just doesn't want to wait any longer."
"No, I want a son, a good and warm boy like Ajie and Axiao." Nanxi leaned in his arms and spoke lazily.
"By the way, don't let anyone set off fireworks anymore. They've been doing it for a few days now. Are you afraid that someone won't be able to catch you?"
Wu Meng ordered the fireworks in the city to be stopped, so he had people set them off in the manor, starting as soon as it got dark and continuing until Nanxi went to bed at night.
"Two more days, baby, I'm happy. If you don't let me, I'll fly a fighter jet to northern Myanmar to bomb the rebels. By then, Brother Meng will be so angry that he will faint."
The confusing behavior of her reckless husband gave the young woman a headache. She grabbed his ears with her bare hands.
"You're a father now, can you be a little more mature? Brother Meng's two sons combined are not as troublesome as you. No wonder he said he could finally live two more years when he first met me."
"Hehehe... Brother Meng has a long life ahead of him. Don't worry, I can't kill him."
"You can't listen to me, right?" The little woman glared at him with moist eyes, pretending to be angry.
"Listen, listen, listen, my wife's words are more effective than military orders." He held the woman's face with his big hands and kissed her left and right.
"Honey, I've learned how to make shredded chicken noodles. Will I make it for you today?"
He has been learning Chinese cuisine for some time. Now he can come up with a new dish every few days, and the taste is quite similar to Chinese cuisine.
"Ba Xiaolu, be obedient and get back to work tomorrow morning. It's been two days, and the intensity is over, okay? I just got pregnant, and you can't wait to cling to me 24 hours a day. Can you really spend your entire pregnancy with me?"
Although I am touched by his cautiousness, but when I hear the incessant ringing of his cell phone every day, I know how many important things he has postponed. He is not only my upright husband, but also the pillar that supports this corner of the sky.
Choosing such a man means you are destined to make concessions in the face of the overall situation and to do things for him and for the long-term well-being of the family where he cannot take into account.
"It's okay, honey, please give me a few days, okay? I don't want to see you anxious." He was not lying.
Ever since he knew that Nan Xiaoxi was pregnant with his child, all of the man's nerves were in an extremely excited state. He couldn't sleep or eat. It was okay when he was looking at his wife, but when he couldn't see her, he felt so irritated that every blood vessel in his body felt like it was about to explode. This state was not suitable for work at all.
This is not Daqili where there can be a war. Yangon has always been full of intrigue. To kill someone, you have to dig up underground pipes and snipe in the middle of the night. There is no place for him to vent his anger, so he can only stay with his wife and wait for it to cool down.
Nanxi pursed her lips and smiled, "Okay, then I'll accompany you to work?"
Baru Jun finally smiled. "Where would you find the time to work if you went to me? It's all thanks to my wife."
The cell phone in her pocket rang at this moment. Nanxi put on her coat.
"I'm going to get some water, you answer the phone."
"Be careful, baby, let the servant bring it in." He looked at his little wife's back worriedly.
"I'm not made of paper." The little woman ignored him and walked out of the bedroom.
Baru then lowered his black eyes to the phone and pressed the answer button.
"Speak." One word, without any emotion.
"Brother Lu." Biaozi's voice was a little panicked, "Brother Zhan is missing."
The person on the bed sat up suddenly, his dark eyes flashing with a sharp light, "What do you mean his mother is missing? Tell me clearly, did he go to pick up girls or elope with a woman?"
"No...no..." Biaozi organized his words.
"Didn't he have a falling out with Sister Yana? He originally planned to go back to Yangon the next day, but he was in a bad mood and went out drinking in the middle of the night. He wouldn't let us follow him, and he didn't come back the next morning. That afternoon, Poha, his confidant Ruo Dun, and I realized something was wrong. We looked everywhere for him, but couldn't find him. I was worried something had happened, so I called you to ask."
"Damn it. I've been missing for a whole day and night before you even ask, am I a bodhisattva or a god? Can I tell fortunes or something? You're just trash, all fucking trash."
The furious man kicked over the bedside table and roared.
"Go and find him. If you can't find him, I'll kill you."
After hanging up the phone, Balu took the cigarette box, went out without saying a word, squatted in the small pavilion outside to smoke and analyze the whole story.
Zhan Peng was probably taken away, but with his skills, he could fight eight or nine jungle special forces soldiers alone. Even without a gun, ordinary gangsters could not trap him at all.
Then the only possibility is that the other party hired international mercenaries.
The military has sent a clear signal that it will no longer allow Chan Phong to participate in future anti-D operations in northern Myanmar. So their future opponent will not be Chan Phong. Logically, they will not go to such great lengths to offend the military of a sovereign country.
Unless, the one targeting Zhan Peng was not Taylor and his son, but someone else.
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