Huo Jingrui looked at the watch on his wrist: "There's still half an hour left, the car should arrive. As for my mother's place, please give me some guidance, dad."

Huo Shanhe couldn't help but laughed in anger: "You brat, are you even plotting against me?"

Huo Jingrui stood at attention and gave a military salute.

Just then, a car horn sounded outside the door: "Dad, I'm leaving, help me say sorry to mom."

After saying that, he turned around and quickly walked out of the house.

Huo Shanhe watched his son's figure disappear outside the gate, and then looked away. He knew that there was still a tough battle to fight next.

Before he could figure out how to argue with his wife, a panicked voice came from outside the door: "Shanhe, where is my son?"

Huo Shanhe coughed lightly and was about to explain, but Jiang Jingya didn't give him a chance and ran directly upstairs: "Son, Jingrui."

After a while, he hurried down again: "Shanhe, where is my son?"

Huo Shanhe said with a serious face: "Comrade Jiang Jingya, it is the bounden duty of soldiers to obey orders. You are a military dependent and cannot hold back your son."

Jiang Jingya’s hands were shaking with anger: “He is a soldier, but you are his father. Don’t you know that his injuries are not healed yet?

The troops will not turn around without him? "

When he was anxious, he said without hesitation: "I think you two, father and son, just want to join forces to make me angry to death.

 Huo Shanhe, what’s going on, do you want to **** me off so much that you can score four goals? "

Huo Shanhe looked at his angry wife and took a step forward to pull her back into the room: "Look at what you said, you are not afraid of people laughing at her."

Jiang Jingya was really anxious. She clenched her fist and punched him: "Huo Shanhe, you bastard, you are really cruel. He hasn't recovered yet, so you let him go on a mission. If you don't see how our mothers behave, If you like it, just say it.”

 Huo Shanhe knew that his wife was angry, so he didn't refute and allowed her to vent her unhappiness.

Jiang Jingya punched and kicked Huo Shanhe, and sat down on the bed tiredly: "If anything happens to my son this time, let's not let him go."

After saying that, he kicked off his shoes, pulled the quilt over and covered his head.

Huo Shanhe sighed softly, sat next to her, and reached under the quilt to hold Jiang Jingya's hand: "Jingya, listen to what I'm telling you."

But Jiang Jingya wouldn't let him succeed at all: "I want to be quiet, get out of here."

Huo Shanhe really dotes on his wife, who is fifteen years younger than him. Once this little temper comes up, there is really nothing he can do about her.

But what should I do? I like anyone who calls me. No matter how bad his temper is, he is not accustomed to it.

What can I do, I can only continue to pamper him: "Jingya, don't be angry. When my son left, he specifically asked me to explain it to you. I'm afraid that you will be angry and get angry again."

Jiang Jingya became more and more angry as she listened, and even spoke in a crying tone: "If you were really afraid that I would get angry, you wouldn't have treated me like this. No one, old or young, is a good person."

Huo Shanhe tried to pull away the quilt and wanted to reason with her: "You can scold us as much as you want, but let's take the quilt away first and don't suffocate ourselves, okay?"

When Huo Shanhe saw his wife's face full of tears, he felt heartbroken: "Jingya, it's my fault. You can hit me and scold me, but don't make things difficult for yourself, okay?"

Jiang Jingya also understood that her son had his own ideals, and he loved the military uniform more than anything else.

But, it’s not that she is unreasonable, it’s that her son’s injuries have not yet recovered, and now he is on a mission. What mother can’t be worried? (End of chapter)