Chapter 493 Production 2
Steward Wang had a sore throat, glanced at Su Yongyuan, lowered his head and thought seriously for a while, it seemed that when his wife gave birth to a son, it must have been a whole day and night, then he turned his head to look at the delivery room where the woman was crying in pain, and swallowed with difficulty. Swallowing, glanced at the three men, and said uncertainly: "My daughter-in-law seemed to have spent a whole day and night when she gave birth to Xiaowen. How long do you think my wife will take?"
"Damn it!" Su Yongyuan jumped, how long does it take to have a baby? "Little sister-in-law has two children in her belly, doesn't it take two days and nights?"
Mother! What a horrible person!
The other three big men looked at each other in blank dismay. They didn't know much about having children, and they were rare twins.
"Ooooh!" Xixi yelled at the door of the delivery room from time to time.
Several children gathered together, their faces tensed and silent.
Su Yongyuan said with emotion: "Jun, he will really be a cheap father. When my sister-in-law gave birth to Yu'er and Kun'er, he didn't even know about it. It's so easy to come home until she becomes a father."
After finishing speaking, he said bitterly: "This is the case again, the daughter-in-law has a baby, and he may be drinking and chatting with his brothers at the border. His mother is so chic and happy!"
It's really unfair that they are here to suffer with tension.
At this time, a certain handsome man among the few populations was leading a team to strangle a group of incoming enemy soldiers.
"General, shall we continue to go deeper?" Huang Qiang looked at the grassland in the distance and asked, wiping the blood on his cheek.
Tan Anjun glanced at him, tightly clutching the rope, today he was restless, inexplicably flustered, what's going on? There is no mood to chase the enemy: "Go back to the customs first."
After finishing speaking, he took the lead in riding his horse and galloped into the pass, and the others followed closely after seeing this.
In the cold wind, a group of people rushed back to the customs as if they didn't know the cold.
Back to the camp, Xiao Wu stood outside the tent, saw Tou striding towards him, and rushed forward: "Tou, you are back. That..."
Tan Anjun followed Xiao Wu's line of sight, only to find that there was a girl standing outside his camp. He opened his eyes and looked back at Xiao Wu, her eyes were as cold as ice spit.
Xiao Wu's heart trembled, and he said in a low voice: "She refused to leave by herself, I didn't let her enter the camp."
Damn it, the more he talks, the more guilty he becomes.
Master is getting more and more terrifying.
Tan Anjun has no expression on his face, but the tone of his mouth is extremely cold, and he cannot be refuted: "Drive her away, and you are limited to half a quarter of an hour. If you can't drive her away, you don't have to follow me anymore, get out with her!"
After finishing speaking, without turning a blind eye to the girl next to him, he flung his sleeves and entered the tent.
Xiao Liu glared at Xiao Wu with hatred, followed Tan Anjun into the camp, quickly lit the oil lamp, picked up the copper pot hanging above the brazier and poured a pot of hot water, and said cautiously: "Head, you first Wash up, and I will serve you food right away."
Tan Anjun hummed lightly, took off his armor, washed his cheeks warmed up, and felt himself alive.
Xiao Wu watched Miss Qin staring at the camp tent with dim lights, how could he feel a little sore? I feel sad for Miss Qin, what an infatuated girl. It's a pity that the master has no blessing to accept it.
"Miss Qin, look... You should go back first, if you don't go, the little one will pack up and leave tomorrow." Xiao Wu was about to cry when he said that, is it easy for him?
The master is Miss Qin's father's subordinate. As a personal guard, he must always think about the master, to prevent the master from offending General Qin, and be careful with him everywhere. Today, he still can't get the master's forgiveness.
Thinking up to this point, there is only bitterness in the mouth.
(end of this chapter)