When Long Jianhua arrived at his home in Boston on February 14, 1988, the little guy crawling on the blanket looked up and stared at him for a few seconds, then stretched out his short hand, moved his short legs, and crawled quickly towards him with a smile on his face.

He didn't know how to climb when he returned to Xiangdao last time. His speed is so fast now that he was surprised.

The little guy is growing too fast.

He hugged the little guy and threw it away. The little guy danced around in the air and made a giggle.

He kissed him in the face and hugged him in front of him, "Zhengzheng, call him dad."

The little guy grabbed his nose with one hand and his ear with the other, and shouted "ah woo ah woo" from his mouth.

The hand speed was fast, but the nose was not firmly grasped, but the ears were firmly held in his hand...pulled to him.

Seeing Long Jianhua stretching his head forward along his little hand, Jie Wenxi smiled and said, "Mr. Long, the little guy's hand is very strong and painful."

Long Jianhua unbuttoned his ear-grabbing hand and patted him gently with a stern face, "I learned to use my hands and feet as soon as I'm so young, and I should hit him."

I didn't know how serious it was, but it really hurt him.

The little guy immediately cracked his mouth and started crying.

Liu Zhifei opened the study door, and her originally cold face suddenly became bright after seeing Long Jianhua. "The clanging hands are too strong, and he tore off a lot of my hair. Let him cry for a while, and he will fall asleep after taking a shower. It's time to go to bed."

Who knew that as soon as she finished speaking, the little guy stopped howling immediately, stretched out his hands and rubbed Long Jianhua's face, "Yiyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

He was full of energy and had no intention or awareness of going to sleep at all.

Long Jianhua smiled and kissed his forehead, carried him upstairs, "Let's go, we're sweating all over. We should take a shower and go to bed."

After bathing the little guy, he put it on the bed, squatting beside him and singing a lullaby to him, gently patting his chest.

After a small song was sung, his eyes were still looking at him with bright eyes, his fingers were stuffed into his mouth, and he sucked it squeaked; after the second song, his eyes that had just squinting opened again, and he called out "wow wow wow" to him, his legs kept kicking the quilt, and reached out to signal him to hug him.

It doesn't look like he wants to sleep. It's just listening to him singing. Now I don't want to lie down and listen.

He picked him up and walked quietly to the door of the study. Seeing Liu Zhifei bounced her fingers... quickly typing, a feeling of guilt and a little grateful in his heart.

Over the past few months, she has lost weight and has become colder.

Although he said he would delay graduation by one semester last time, he knew his situation and such a relationship was risky, so he started working overtime to get a graduation thesis, and the actual number of reading and typing was more than fourteen hours a day.

When he arrived in November, she firmly cut off breastfeeding for Zhengzheng and asked him to take him to sleep in the study for half a month.

She suddenly looked up and saw the father and son standing at the door and looking at him quietly, immediately showing a bright smile, "This part can be finished tonight, and I will return to China for the New Year tomorrow. Zhengzheng, why are you not sleeping yet?"

The little guy waved his hand and called out "Wow, wow, wow."

She came over and said with a smile, "So I want my mother to hug you. OK, hug you."

It was strange that less than two minutes into her arms, the little guy fell asleep, holding her clothes tightly with his hands.

She felt a little guilty, "Although I met every day, I didn't hold him for more than ten minutes. Sometimes he cried non-stop, and as long as they reported him to the door, he stopped crying and watched me quietly reading or typing... Sometimes I think, this is too unfair to Zhengzheng."

He hugged Zhengzheng and smiled, "It's already great to see it every day, let alone to hold it for ten minutes. A man should develop an independent personality. Pull the rope, exercise his body, and complete today's plan."

She is a very planned person. Once she fails to complete the plan, she will feel uncomfortable and restless.

She didn't say much, and after moving her body, she sat in front of the computer and continued to start typing.

After putting the little guy on his bed, he came to the study, "You said I'll knock, it's easy to check it at that time."

She looked up and smiled, giving up her position.

It’s really like a spring of thoughts. Long Jianhua only regrets that his hand speed is slow and he can’t keep up with the rhythm of her thinking…

While I was telling and typing, the "Wow" scream next door was heard. He quickly stood up and glanced at the time, "Wow, it's two o'clock. Write down the keywords, put them on the plane and go to bed first."

She sat next to the computer, he sat in front of the computer; she spoke, he typed.

It took four hours to sit.

The little guy had tears in his eyes, his body had turned over and crawled on the quilt, turning his head around looking for it, and when he saw him running in, his screams were louder.

He quickly put a thin cotton coat on him, then picked him up, and said with a smile, "We woke up and wanted to eat. We will go downstairs to warm the milk."

At this time, Jevinci walked to the door with hot milk and smiled at the little guy, "Hey, baby, do you want to eat it?"

The little guy grabbed Long Jianhua's clothes with one hand and reached towards the bottle with the other.

Long Jianhua asked, "Didn't I want you to sleep?"

Jevinci shook her head, "I have a better grasp of the heat than you."

Long Jianhua knew that since she had always been taking care of the little guy, and the little guy's life was very regular, her biological clock had been formed.

He took the bottle and said, "You go to bed. I'll do the rest."

Jevinci shrugged, "Mr. Long, you deprived me of my power as soon as you came... Well, what a qualified father."

At seven o'clock in the morning, Liu Zhifei got up and sat next to the computer and started typing again...

In a house, in a very soundproof room, six burly men were sitting inside, both white and black, sitting around a table full of beer.

A white man opened his eyes wide after filling half a bottle of beer, "Hey, guys, I've got the news that they applied for a route of 6pm."

A black man put down his beer bottle and asked, "Jevinson, where did your news come from?"

Jevinson shrugged, "You don't have to worry about this, anyway, my news is absolutely accurate. Tony, Johnson, have you two decided? What about the richest man in the world?"

The white Tony was a little hesitant, "But, he has a strong protection now. The twelve people in the Dornese Security Company are all retired experts and all light weapons. Even if more than 30 of us go up, we may not be able to get it. Besides, in a time, the police will appear, and there is basically no possibility of success."

Jevinson glanced at her eyes and then smiled, "On the way to the airport, there is a place that is a good place to ambush."

The black man Johnson slapped the table heavily, causing the beer bottle to jump up, "I know, it's between those two hills. But how can we start to act quickly and hard and ensure success?"

Jevanson looked at the two, "I said I have a solution. Are you willing to participate? Even if you don't participate, I will do a vote."

Johnson slapped the table, "My people are involved!"
Chapter completed!