[Chapter 80 Chapter 240 The military master is cold and prefers beautiful concubines 23]
Wen Shinian was injured, and Fu Yan had a stern face the whole day, as if others owed him millions.
To the extent that Shi Daniu didn't dare to step forward and offend him.
However, although he was angry, he never showed his displeasure towards Wen Shinian, and Wen Shinian responded to every word she spoke to him.
When Wen Shinian asked for a kiss, his expression was like an iceberg melting.
But seeing the injuries on her body, his expression still looked very bad.
And this suppressed energy will be released with all its might when beating the little devils.
This time, the little ghost was determined to attack Star City, so several waves came later.
Fu Yan worked together with the Communist Party to protect the satellite city. In the second month, he joined the Communist Party with his brothers.
The war lasted for three months. After three months of bombing, the once prosperous Star City was reduced to gray ruins.
This includes the Fu Mansion.
I thought the war would continue, but just as the fourth battle started, Xiao Rizi surrendered.
The reason was that Xiao Ri's troops stationed nearby were inexplicably infected with an infectious disease. In just three months, many of their soldiers had died.
I heard that soldiers infected with the virus would explode and die within two days, with their blood turning black.
The kid took a blood test, but nothing was detected.
The specific cause could not be found and the soldiers were almost dead.
The little devil refused to give in and continued to attack stubbornly.
The result was that the newly arrived soldiers were also inexplicably infected.
Seeing large numbers of soldiers dying and the fighting in Star City getting more and more fierce, Xiao Gui had no choice but to surrender and seek help from China, wanting to enter Star City for treatment.
I don’t know what Fu Yan said to his superiors, but the little devils stationed not far away were never able to get in, and finally had to retreat unwillingly.
Wen Shinian, who had hidden his merits and fame, looked at the disappearing team and raised the corners of his mouth subtly.
It would be better to go back, otherwise more people will die.
When the people who had left returned learned that the war was over, they all returned.
The people who stayed looked at their destroyed homes, cried silently, and then cheered up and joined the team to rebuild their homes.
The war ended briefly, but Fu Yan did not stop there. He continued to follow the main force, determined to drive Xiao Zi out of his home completely.
Wen Shinian naturally followed in Fu Yan's footsteps.
This trip lasted three years.
Three years later.
Wen Shinian and Fu Yan returned to Xingcheng with their child.
The original Fu Mansion became dilapidated and charred during the war, and the house remained in this state after they left.
Fu Yan and the others came back to deal with this matter, and also to take out the things that Wen Shinian had hidden in the secret room.
There are two doors in the secret room, the main door that Wen Shinian blocked, and a small door that can be used for entry.
"Mom, the door is moving!"
The son, who had just turned one and a half years old, nestled in Fu Yan's arms. When he saw the door move, he clapped his hands in curiosity and joy.
Wen Shinian glanced sideways and touched his head, then reached out to take him in his arms.
Fu Yan took out a flashlight and went in with his adjutant to move things.
The two grown men ran back and forth six or seven times before they moved all the things out.
"Jinjin!"
The son moved his legs, and when he saw the golden yellow, his eyes lit up.
He flapped his short legs to get down to the ground, his fat body twisting like a maggot, and Wen Shinian almost couldn't hold him.
Hearing the noise, Fu Yan looked up and took the time to step forward and slap the little guy on the butt.
"Don't make trouble, mother can't hold you anymore."
The little guy was whining and pouting, looking a little unhappy.
Fu Yan picked up a piece of gold at random, wiped it clean and put it in the little guy's hand.
As soon as he pinched the gold, the small mouth that could hold an oil bottle was immediately smoothed out.
The little chubby hands grasped the gold tightly, and he jumped twice happily in Wen Shinian's arms.
"Golden gold! Golden gold!"
The look of this money-grubber made Wen Shinian and Fu Yan feel helpless.
Neither Wen Shinian nor Fu Yan loves money, and no one knows how they could give birth to such a money-loving little guy.
"Yes, Jinjin, they are all yours."
Wen Shinian coaxed the excited little guy and finally calmed him down.
After Fu Yan finished moving the things and wiped the dust off his hands, he took the heavy little thing from Wen Shinian's arms.
Wen Shinian felt a sense of relief in his arms, and his hands finally relaxed.
Fu Yan patted the butt of the person in his arms and said, "Look at you, you've made your mother tired of holding you. As a punishment, you are not allowed to eat meat today."
Holding the gold, the little guy, who had just become happy, immediately had a gloomy face.
"No, no, I want meat, I want some meat!"
The little guy got anxious instantly when he was not given meat to eat, but he still held the gold tightly in his hand.
Seeing his anxious look, Fu Yan deliberately ignored him, freed his other hand, grabbed Wen Shinian's hand and rubbed it gently.
"You're not in good health. Next time, if you can't hold him, don't hold him. Just throw him on the ground."
Wen Shinian smiled and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you."
Ignored, Fu Qinghan angrily grabbed Fu Yan's face, "Meat! Daddy! Meat!"
Fu Yan: "...You bastard, grab your dad's face!"
Fu Yan smiled and grabbed Fu Qinghan's face, but he didn't use much force in his hands.
Fu Qinghan felt itchy from the calluses on his fingertips and started giggling.
A pair of eyes following Fu Yan smiled into crescent shapes, and there was a bright and brilliant smile on his face.
Fu Yan looked at his son's smile and seemed to see himself as a child.
No, that's still not right.
A bright smile, overflowing with innocence and happiness.
A gloomy and silent one, dressed in tatters.
"What's wrong?"
Wen Shinian's gentle voice shattered the tattered image of his childhood self. Fu Yan came back to his senses, looked at his son's facial features that were extremely similar to his own, chuckled and shook his head.
"Nothing, just remembered something from the past."
The adjutant just happened to be driving over.
Fu Yan carried his son and threw him directly into the car, without letting the heavy little guy suppress Wen Shi Nian.
He and his adjutant loaded the things into the car together.
If they leave today, perhaps they will never come back in this life.
Fu Yan stood there, looking at the ruined house, and suddenly a sentence came to his mind.
"Yan'er must find someone who loves you very much in the future."
"It's your mother's fault that you were born into such a family."
A thin figure appeared in the dilapidated Fu Mansion.
Fu Yan looked at her and said softly, "Mother, Yan'er is really leaving this time."
The woman smiled and waved to him, her face gentle, and the look in her eyes as she looked at him was as loving as when she was a child.
Fu Yan lowered his head and smiled with relief.
He turned around and left without looking back.
The adjutant was driving, and Wen Shinian and his family were sitting next to him.
After Fu Yan got in the car, Fu Qinghan was held in his arms.
Leaving his mother's sweet and soft embrace, and entering the arms of his smelly father who wouldn't let him eat meat, Fu Qinghan bared his teeth and looked at him fiercely for two seconds.
It has a round head and a round brain, which is really cute.
Fu Yan smiled and rubbed his son's head and pinched his face.
Fu Qinghan was also used to his father's physical behavior, and he continued to play with the gold nuggets in his hand, letting him ravage him.
Wen Shinian tilted his head and observed Fu Yan's expression calmly.
Seeing that he was indeed fine, she withdrew her gaze.
Where the adjutant couldn't see, Fu Yan and Wen Shinian held hands tightly, and the warmth of their palms was constantly transmitted to each other.
Although we live in troubled times, as long as my lover is by my side, no matter where I go, that is home.
(over)
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