Tang Wan looked at Zong He's legs, the corners of his mouth twitched, he walked straight to Zong He, pulled a chair, sat next to Zong He, and said seriously: "Speak."
Zong He frowned, dissatisfied. Usually, he was so spoiled when he saw his animal form, and he wanted to stick to him and not let go. But when he saw his human form, he was so cold. Was he forcing him to become the adult version of his original form?
Tang Wan urged, "Marshal, I'm listening, just say whatever you want to say."
Tang Wan was very serious. He wanted to consider whether he could bear what Zong He said. This was related to whether he should get a divorce or not.
At this time, Zong He stood up and pulled the stool under his buttocks towards Tang Wan. The two chairs were close together, and Tang Wan instantly felt the pressure around him increase. Zong He's broad shoulders blocked the light, leaving a shadow that fell on him. Tang Wan subconsciously shrank back and stared at the person in front of him defensively. His hands had already grabbed the back of the chair behind his waist, and his whole body was tense.
Zong He was amused. "If I want to do something bad to you, you can still resist with violence?"
Tang Wan awkwardly let go of the chair and put his hands in his pockets, as if he really couldn't do it. First of all, he couldn't beat Zong He, and secondly, they were a legal couple, and he had the obligation to fulfill his responsibilities. This law was to urge people to reproduce, and children were the most precious in this era.
It is said that in this era, technology can create people. He and Zong He have a very high genetic match rate. They can cultivate an excellent next generation, so they are matched together. Da Zhuang is related to Zong He by blood, so will his and Zong He's children also look as cute as Da Zhuang? Thinking of this, Tang Wan shook his head violently. What was he thinking? You can't have children together just because the baby is good-looking!
Zong He saw him shaking his head, and he knew his identity, so he said: "My father died early, and I was raised by Uncle Lin."
Tang Wan nodded. He knew from Zong He's attitude towards Lin Bo that he was not like a servant, but more like an elder. When he first came, he had no money. He couldn't even pay for the materials he wanted to prepare for the live broadcast, so he wanted to write an IOU on StarNet. Online shopping here is very user-friendly. If you are short of money, you can shop without collateral. There is no interest within one month. After more than one month, the store will charge 1% interest. The shopping network is not afraid that buyers will run away. After all, the identity ID is still there. Those who owe a certain amount but do not repay will be banned from shopping in the future. These days, there are no supermarkets anymore. Everything is bought online. Banning shopping is equivalent to cutting off the way to make a living. No one dares to owe money and not repay it.
When Uncle Lin found out, he said, "As the wife of a marshal, you're buying things on IOU. You'll be laughed at if you don't know what to say. I have some money here. It's my private money. I don't need it. You can use it first. When the marshal wakes up, ask him to give you pocket money every month."
Tang Wan felt warm inside, but he didn't want to accept it. Uncle Lin had white hair and wrinkles all over his face, and he looked quite old. He felt guilty asking him to borrow money from an old man. Uncle Lin started transferring money to him without giving him any advice, saying, "It's okay. This is all the pocket money the marshal gave me before. The expenses of the family are covered by the allowance given to the marshal by the empire, so you don't need my money. I'll give you one million first, you can spend it first, and ask me for it if it's not enough."
Tang Wan wanted to say something, but before he could say anything, he was choked by the one million. From what Lin Bo said, this was just a small amount of money, and he had more. If it was an ordinary housekeeper, how could the marshal treat him like this? It was as if he was taking care of the old age.
Zong He then took Tang Wan's hand and continued, "My mother is your Majesty's aunt."
Tang Wan's eyes widened, and he was a little stunned by the news. He even forgot to pull back the hand that was being held. This was a bit too much. Doesn't that mean that Zong He is the younger cousin of the current emperor and the younger uncle of the current crown prince?
Zong He continued, "She and I don't have a good relationship. She might take this opportunity to cause trouble when I go back this time."
Tang Wan's heart tightened, and he said seriously: "Marshal, I think we can still talk about the divorce."
Zong He's face darkened, "Listen to what I have to say!"
Tang Wan pursed her lips, stunned by the fierceness, "Well, let's talk about divorce later. The situation in your family is beyond my expectations. I have to leave."
Zong He was so angry that he was about to explode. This fearless human being hated the most when someone interrupted him when he was speaking. It was the duty of a soldier to obey orders. As long as they followed orders, they were fine. No rebuttal was allowed. Looking at Tang Wan's small face, aggrieved eyes, slightly pursed lips, they were all too fragile to withstand a slap from him. The Marshal, who had his own filter, was suddenly defeated in an instant. He was handsome, he was willful, and he should be.
Zong He said patiently, "What I mean is, don't pay attention to her. You don't have to go when she asks you to. Don't open the door for her when she comes to your house. She can do whatever she wants. You just pretend you don't know her."
Tang Wan widened his eyes in shock. Is this even possible?
"Are you...my biological mother?"
Zong He sneered, "It's better to adopt one."
Tang Wan was silent. Looking at Zong He's sneer, he inexplicably felt that this glorious marshal also had his troubles. Fighting against heaven and earth, and fighting against his own mother, it was not easy. Tang Wan sighed, "Okay, I get it. I won't bother with her. What about the divorce?"
Zong He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you sure you want to divorce me without finding out your identity?"
Tang Wan coughed and said innocently, "Just think that I'm used to wanting a divorce, and I just said it casually."
Zong He's face turned even uglier. What does it mean that you're used to wanting a divorce? !
Tang Wan stood up, and then he found that his hand was still in the other's hand. He tried to pull it back, but failed. Zong He held it tighter. Zong He's palm was not like his. People who hold guns for many years will always have calluses on their hands. The slightly rough index finger pressed on the back of his hand, which was slightly itchy. Tang Wan took a look and admired Zong He in his heart. He fought for such a position in the military at such a young age. How much blood, how much sweat, how many times of life and death, he must be the only one who knows.
Looking at the other's stubborn eyes, Tang Wan inexplicably thought of Da Zhuang who was in a bad mood. Da Zhuang looked at him like this when he couldn't get what he wanted. Thinking of this, Tang Wan smiled, "I'll go take a shower first, you go to sleep, the more you sleep, the faster your injury will heal." Tang Wan patted the back of Zong He's hand, and his tone was like coaxing a naughty child, "I'll be back in a while."
Zong He's eyes flickered slightly, and then he let go of his hand. Tang Wan looked at his fingertips, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly. It turns out that the Marshal is soft-hearted, not hard-hearted. Tsk tsk~
Tang Wan finished washing up, put on his pajamas and came out. Zong He was still reading a report. Tang Wan quickly climbed onto the bed, rolled to the innermost side, closed his eyes, and went to sleep!
After staying with cats for a long time, Tang Wan felt that he was about to become a cat. He could fall asleep with just a pillow and could sleep for more than ten hours a day. If he did not have special powers, he would have suspected that his mental strength was damaged.
At this time, Zong He stood up and saw that Tang Wan was about to fall asleep, so he turned off the light for him. With his excellent night vision, he walked straight to the bathroom. After a while, he came back in a bathrobe and fell beside Tang Wan. Seeing that he seemed to be sleeping soundly, he poked Tang Wan's shoulder and said, "I know you are not asleep yet."
Tang Wan rolled his eyes. Did he think he was a pig? He could fall asleep in three to five minutes? Who takes only three minutes to take a shower? The speed of the soldiers was really... scary!
The person beside him asked with great concern: "Did you spank Da Zhuang today?"
"Huh?" Tang Wan turned over and faced Zong He. It was dark, so he couldn't see the other's expression, so he could speak more freely. "He was disobedient, so this brat complained?"
Zong He reached out and gently rubbed Tang Wan's butt.
Tang Wan dodged far back like a frightened rabbit, and nearly hit his head against the wall. Zong He kindly grabbed him and pulled him into his arms, trying to comfort him with a smile: "Don't be afraid, I just want revenge."
Tang Wan: “…”
You are sick! You must be doing it on purpose, definitely on purpose!!
After spending the past few days together, Tang Wan has confirmed that the Marshal's skin is black when cut open, naturally black. He may not even know that he is black. This kind of person is the most difficult to deal with!
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The next morning, a military warship quietly stopped over the sanatorium, and a solemn team came down from it and loaded all the things onto the warship. After Tang Wan got up, he stood by the window and watched the people outside busying around. His expression was calm, but his heart was still a little pounding. Following Zong He back to the Imperial Star was equivalent to acknowledging the identity of the Marshal's wife in the eyes of everyone, and from now on, he could not leave.
Zong He has changed into his military uniform. He has not been back to the Imperial Star for three years. This time he returns, he is still the undefeated legend of the empire, the pillar of the empire, and a sharp blade to protect the people of the empire. He is so proud that he is not allowed to board the warship in plain clothes. He left the Imperial Star standing in this military uniform, and now he has to go back standing.
Tang Wan heard the footsteps and turned around to see the man walking towards him. His tall figure was set off by the military uniform, which made him look broad-shouldered, thin-waisted, and straight-backed, as if he could not be overwhelmed by any difficulties. His long legs were wearing a pair of military boots that covered his calves. With every step, his dull footsteps revealed calmness and determination. When he saw the other person's sincere eyes again, Tang Wan didn't know why he felt a little nervous.
Then, he saw the other person walk to within a step of him, stretched out his hand to him, and said in a low but resounding voice: "Come with me, I will protect you for the rest of my life."
Tang Wan stared at the hand in a trance, clenched his fist, and somehow stretched out his hand, which was held tightly by the other party. Tang Wan took a deep breath. Now that things have come to this, he might as well take a gamble!
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