"No, northern Myanmar is too dangerous. You should go to the Naypyidaw Military Region." Wu Meng waved his hand to refuse.
"Uncle, I heard that Brother Ajie is also in northern Myanmar. If your own son can go, why can't I?"
Speaking of Wu Jie, Ling Yuhao didn't like him from the bottom of his heart. The man beat him up without any reason when they met for the first time, and he never treated the two brothers with a good face. But he was the son of his savior, so no matter how much he disliked him, he could only endure it.
"That rebellious son is lawless. Why do you want to imitate him? All of them have grown up, haven't they? I always say that these stinky brats can't be raised. Daughters are better."
Although Wu Meng cursed, he still sent the man to northern Myanmar.
Ling Ji was sent to a boarding school in the UK, and Ling Yuhao left without any worries.
"Haohao, northern Myanmar is not like southern Myanmar. There are many crises there. If you encounter problems that you can't solve, go find your brother Jie. Although he is a bad boy, he is not confused about right and wrong. You two should get along well."
"I remember that, Auntie." The young man smiled and consoled her, "Please go inside. It's windy here. I'll come see you when the holidays are over."
"Good boy, remember to call your aunt." Ouyang Zhen felt sad, but she knew that the eagle belonged to the ninth heaven. This child was different from other children since childhood.
Ling Yuhao stood at attention, saluted, then turned around and got on the helicopter. The young man stood tall and straight, like a sharp sword ready to be unsheathed between heaven and earth.
"Go back, wife." After the helicopter disappeared in the clouds, Wu Meng hugged his wife's waist and said in a deep voice.
"Tell me, why do these kids always like to go to such dangerous places?" The gentle and beautiful woman frowned and sighed.
"In your eyes, they are still children. In their eyes, they can reach for the moon in the sky and catch turtles in the sea. Everyone has a time when they are young and frivolous."
The man's casual sigh caused his wife's dissatisfaction. Although many years had passed, she still remembered how idiotic her husband was when they first met. She glared at him and said, "You're talking about yourself, right? Your son inherited your idiotic nature, which is why he always irritates me."
The woman said this and walked inside, angrily refusing to let him hug her.
"Baby, it's been so many years, why are you still bringing this up?"
Seeing that his wife ignored him, the man approached her again and said, "I have good news for you."
Ouyang Zhen still ignored him.
"I tricked Zhao Zhao into coming here to keep you company. Wait, she'll have a day off tomorrow, so I sent someone to pick her up. Zhao Zhao will come directly to Naypyidaw from school. By the time A-long finds out, it will be too late."
"You're getting more and more cruel as you get older. Now you're stealing someone else's child? Zhao Zhao is A-Long's lifeblood. He's been eagerly waiting for the child to have a holiday every day. If you bring him to Naypyidaw, he'll be furious with you."
"It's urgent, but who's afraid of who? We have only one precious daughter, and we can't let her monopolize our family every time we have a holiday. It's Zhao Zhao's turn to come to our place. Besides, what Zhao Zhao promised me is useless if he's not happy."
Ouyang Zhen heard this and thought for a moment, "That's right, I'll go prepare something for Zhao Zhao then."
Watching his wife's cheerful figure wandering through the flower fields outside the door, the blazing sun casting a strong light, Wu Meng, who was nearly forty years old, smiled. Myanmar, once again, was the domain of one generation...
(End of extra chapter three)
It begins in the light spring and ends in the thick autumn. The book ends here. Thank you all for your company along the way. We will meet again if the opportunity arises.
(End of the book)
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