Chapter 564 A Wooden Spear 2

Ye Zhengjun ignored her and asked Xibao directly, "Xibao, do you want to go out and play?"

"Yeah!" The little guy nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "Grandpa, play!"

"Then grandpa will take you out, okay?"

"Okay!" He answered loudly and crisply, pointing outside the door and urging Ye Zhengjun, "Play, play."

Ye Zhengjun said to Feng Qingxue, "Okay, Comrade Qingxue, I will take Xibao away and will return it to you in good condition later. Don't worry. Bring Xibao's hat, scarf and gloves."

Feng Qingxue was extremely helpless. Do old people like to spoil children?

You can't hit or scold them.

Feng Qingxue put on Xibao's hat, scarf and gloves one by one, and took the opportunity to wipe his face and shake off the dust to angrily slap him on the butt.

The little guy reacted so quickly, he stretched out his hands to cover his buttocks. Even though he couldn't reach it, it didn't stop him from bravely complaining to Ye Zhengjun: "Mommy, spank me, Grandpa, Mommy, spank me!"

"Did mom hit you? Is mom a bad person?"

After hearing Ye Zhengjun's question, the little guy fell silent and secretly looked at Feng Qingxue with his big eyes.

Ye Zhengjun and Xu Jin burst into laughter. This kid was very perceptive and actually knew that the word "bad" was not a good word.

"Then you say hello to mom, and grandpa will take you out to play and watch the uncles train."

As soon as Ye Zhengjun finished speaking, Xi Bao waved to Feng Qingxue, "Bye, Mom, bye."

"Then kiss your mother." The only way Feng Qingxue saw before her was compromise.

It seemed as if Xibao was afraid that if he got close to his mother, his mother would keep him back and not let him go out to play. He pouted and kissed his palm hard, then flew towards Feng Qingxue.

Ye Zhengjun and Xu Jin were once again amused to their hearts' content.

"Oh, Comrade Qingxue, please give me your lunch box and I'll take it away." Ye Zhengjun remembered his lunch box before leaving.

"Comrade Commander, my mother and I don't need anything. You don't have to send us anything next time."

"It's not for you to eat, it's for Xibao to eat. You have no right to refuse."

Feng Qingxue had no choice but to pour the mutton soup in the lunch box into her own lunch box. Before she had time to wash it, she asked Xu Jin to take the empty lunch box. "Comrade Qingxue, you should have a good rest at home. We will take Xibao away."

"Bye!" Xi Bao kept shaking her chubby hands, without any reluctance at all.

Ye Zhengjun brought Xi Bao to the camp, where she was warmly welcomed, much more so than the art troupe's performance.

Xi Bao was very excited when she saw the soldiers running on the dirt road in the camp.

During training, soldiers will carry weapons and ammunition and be fully armed to enhance their load-bearing capacity.

It's not dark now, and everything is clear.

"Gun! Gun!" Xi Bao was shaking all over and pointing at the large group of people running past. Almost all of them were carrying guns.

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Ye Zhengjun said to him with a smile: "Yes, it is a gun, a soldier's gun, a gun to defend the country! Xibao, when you grow up, come and learn how to use a gun from grandpa, okay?"

"Okay!" Xi Bao answered loudly, staring at the gun with her big eyes rolling.

Zhao Yong walked over from a distance and held up something in his hand.

Xi Bao had sharp eyes and saw it immediately. He said excitedly: "Gun! Gun!"

Pushing Ye Zhengjun's shoulder, he urged him to walk towards Zhao Yong, "Grandpa, Grandpa, Grandpa, gun!"

Ye Zhengjun turned around and saw the wooden gun in Zhao Yong's hand. "Who made this gun? It's very realistic."

(End of this chapter)