Long Fei hung up the phone, glanced at the eight war gods gathered in his newly renovated young marshal's office, and said in a feint of anger: "I told you not to disturb me, he has a son and is excited, how can he be in the mood to care about this? "
"Who the hell is to blame?" Qin Huan glared at Long Fei. "You don't even have a fucking idea. What do you, a handsome young man, do for food? You just show off and don't do anything?"
Long Fei stood up, snapping the case and saying, "You're so damn smart, why don't you bring your troops to fight on the battlefield in the outside world?"
Qin Huan's expression changed, and he curled his lips and said, "I'm not your soldier. Of course you don't feel bad about it!"
Several other gods of war hurriedly stopped the two people who were quarreling, and after rational analysis, they came to a conclusion: I am happy to have a baby, so why should I give the world an amnesty for the next half year? What's the hurry? I'll wait until my sister-in-law's pregnancy is stable before reporting.
The two cursed for a while, then the conversation changed and Long Fei said in a deep voice: "As General Zhang's uncle, when the child comes out, I will be the godfather. Whoever robs me will be in trouble."
"Regarding my age, I am the godfather." Qin Huan refused to give up an inch.
Several other Beimang War Gods also slapped the table: "I entered Beimang earlier than General Zhang. In terms of qualifications, I am the godfather of the army!"
"Fuck, practice on the school field!" Qin Huan rolled up his sleeves. "It determines victory and defeat, as well as life and death. Only those who are alive are qualified to be godfathers!"
A group of Beimang leaders who were tyrannical in the military headquarters pushed and pushed out of the marshal's office.
But he found that the school grounds were crowded with the heroes of Beimang.
"Who asked you to come?"
Long Fei glanced at the crowd of Beimang elites and his face turned pale.
A fifteen-year veteran of Beimang, Huhushengfeng, walked out of the team and said angrily: "I heard that the spot of the godfather of General Zhang's child will be decided on the school grounds, so I'm here to join in the fun."
"What about you?" Long Fei put his hands on his hips, his face full of majesty. "Are you all here to join in the fun?"
"Yes, Marshal!"
The shouts on the school field were loud.
Long Fei's legs trembled.
Qin Huan's face turned sallow, and he tugged on Brother Fei's sleeves: "Da Fei, why don't you forget about it? Just give him 300,000 to Beimang's godfather, in no particular order?"
Long Fei hesitated for a moment, then glanced at the group of brother's personal soldiers who usually didn't even give him face.
They were all Beimang soldiers with more seniority than my brother. They were really practicing, and Long Fei was not sure.
"That's all we can do." Long Fei frowned. "We can't bully the small with the big, right? If we really practice, they still dare to be cruel to us?"
"Yeah." Qin Huan nodded lightly. “Don’t make it difficult for small things.”
Long Fei waved his hand, and the young marshal was full of authority: "It's all over. When my sister-in-law gives birth to General Zhang's child, we will jointly become godfathers!"
Han Dong, who was standing in the crowd, twitched the corner of his mouth.
Secretly sent a WeChat message to my sister: "Sister, my nephew hasn't come out yet, and he already has a godfather of 300,000 Beimang."
"ah?"
Han Jiangxue added a scary animated emoticon: "Then how can I entertain you?"
Han Dong grinned and replied: "It's okay to entertain me, but you have to take good care of your child. The three hundred thousand Beimang troops are still waiting to eat my nephew's full moon wine."
"I know, I know, I'm already under a lot of pressure, please stop putting pressure on me."
Han Jiangxue, who was lying on the bed, glanced at Queen Ma, who was hand-washing her underwear, and then at her father-in-law, who was mopping the floor at the door with his butt sticking out.
Old Devil Han was so happy that his teeth came out, and he sat by the bed and cut fresh fruit for himself.
Iron Lady is also making soup in the kitchen downstairs under the guidance of Brother Zhang.
The group of old generals from Longqian Villa were rushing to the door in an endless stream, carrying supplements, and their faces were familiar to each other.
Han Jiangxue had been lying in bed for a long time and wanted to get up and move around.
Old Demon Han immediately put down the fruit knife, like Old Eunuch Han, supporting his precious daughter, with a flattering face: "Please slow down..."
"Um."
Mr. Han's body was not abnormal at first, but after being treated like this by these old men, he became more delicate, his waist was sore, and his legs were weak. He couldn't help but hold his waist, and his flat belly was slightly pushed forward, with a posture like Going into labor.
Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, although it was only on the second floor, Xuebao felt a sense of heroism in his heart: "I have been walking on thin ice in my life, and I have suffered many grievances. Finally, after all the hardships, I have succeeded in establishing this eternal power in the world!"
When he was excited, Xuebao sang softly: "With towering eyebrows, plump cheeks and radiant cheeks, extraordinary aura and wisdom, the Empress of the Tang Dynasty...Wu Zetian!"
"Xue Bao, what are you singing? You are so powerful." Old Mo Han gossiped.
"The theme song of the large-scale TV series "Wu Zetian", "A Generation of Queens"."
Mr. Han's eyes were profound and he stood on the second floor overlooking the Longqian Courtyard from a high position.
Old Demon Han opened his mouth and said with emotion: "Don't tell me, it's quite appropriate. Dad came to Longqian Courtyard to see you today, and all those old men came forward to send Huazi in person. I felt a little sick."
"Keep a low profile and don't let people think that our old Han family is just raising its tail just after making some achievements." Han Jiangxue said earnestly.
"Dad, I understand." Han Laomo nodded heavily. "Dad can secretly have fun without laughing out loud."
A warm spring breeze blew gently on my face.
Han Laomo immediately became alert and said: "The wind is blowing, go back, or your mother will scold me again later."
"Are you teaching me how to do something?"
