Feng Shu opened the door.

"Jiqing has gone to bed, is there something wrong?"

In order to make up for her mistake, she agreed to the little guy's request and let him sleep in the same room as her during this trip.

Jimo didn't come to see his son. After these few months, he had given up the idea of ​​preventing his son from approaching Feng Shu. "Jun Lin is attacking the protective wall. Do you want to contact him?"

"If we contact you, will your whereabouts be revealed?"

"meeting."

"Need to keep it secret?"

"most."

"Forget it. The marshal knows that I will come out with you."

Jimo hesitated for a few seconds, and when he saw her about to close the door, he subconsciously blocked it. Feng Shu was confused, "Is there anything else?"

"Starting from tomorrow, I will continue to teach Ji Qing how to control his mental power. Can Miss Feng help me stabilize his mentality? His eating and sleeping conditions have been very bad recently."

"Can."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome." Feng Shu added, "Uncle."

Jimo paused and said in a slightly cold tone, "Just call me by my name."

She shook her head, "The etiquette cannot be discarded."

"I am single and not married to Ji Qing's mother. You can call me Major General Ji, or Brother Mo according to seniority."

Even though his face was expressionless, Feng Shu could still hear the helplessness in his faint tone.

"It is better to obey orders than to be respectful. I will always call you Major General when I come to the throne."

He looked at her with a calm expression, "When he was still in the military headquarters, he followed Jun Yuan and called me Brother Mo."

Feng Shu was startled for a moment, followed Shan Ruliu, "Brother Mo."

He was satisfied and finally said good night to her.

Feng Shu thinks this person is a bit weird, but compared to someone who is aloof and indifferent, someone who can get entangled in small problems and take care of them seriously makes her feel more amiable.

Major General Jimo, who made her feel amiable, strengthened network protection back then, and even took action himself when Cheng Lie was in hot pursuit, forcing the other party to urgently log off the network.

Feng Shu knew nothing about this and coaxed Ji Qing to practice the next day.

"Mom, can't you stay with me?"

The little guy was obviously very scared and she ran away in the blink of an eye.

"If the Xinglan doesn't dock, I won't be able to leave even if I want to. You don't have to worry."

"I don't want it. I want to be with my mother. I will be where my mother is."

Ji Qing was wrapped around her like brown candy, even though Jimo was watching eagerly from the side, he was not afraid at all.

"Can I watch?"

"Celebrate now."

Jimo hoped that his son would realize his interests and give up. Unfortunately, the little boy's consciousness was not high enough and he did not receive the warning from his father at all.

"Mom, Mom, I really dreamed about my mother yesterday. My mother smelled so good. Her whole body was covered with flowers and plants. There were also flowers on her head. They were colorful. When I touched them, the colorful flowers came into fruition. That fruit

It's red and big, you picked it with a smile and let me eat it, it's so sweet and crispy."

He opened his mouth in celebration, as if he was reluctant to let go of the taste in his dream.

Feng Shu glanced at Jimo, and Jimo happened to look over as well. Both of them were speechless.

There are flowers and fruits on the head and what else can be eaten. Only children can have innocent dreams.

Hard to understand.

"Ji Qing, when my father was your age, he had already started practicing mental power manipulation techniques. Because of your poor health, it was delayed for so long. Are you sure you don't want to start right away?"

"I want my mother."

Ji Qing hugged her thigh and refused to let her stay away from his sight.

Jimo lowered his eyes, and the heat in his voice began to disappear, "Ji Qing."

The little guy visibly shrank and pressed his face against her, not looking at his father.

Silent confrontation.

Feng Shu bent down and picked him up.

"You are too thin, you need to eat more. You have no body, and when you grow up, you will only be a helpless little man. You are so weak that others can knock you down with one finger.

"

"No way! Qingqing will eat a lot and grow taller and stronger. No one is as big as me or as powerful as me!"

"Tall and strong fools can be seen everywhere in this world. Strong people are not only made by eating, but also by practicing. If you don't eat and don't practice, you are a fool. If you eat and don't practice, you are a fool. Eat and practice at the same time."

Become a great good egg.”

Ji Qing's little face was full of tangles, "I, I will eat a lot and practice a lot, and I will definitely become better, but mom, can I be a human being? I don't want to make good eggs."

Feng Shu raised her hand and rubbed his little head, "Okay. Ji Qing will be a gentleman in the future. A gentleman is hard to catch up with. As long as you eat well, sleep well and practice well, you will definitely become an upright man."

"Mom, what does it mean to be a gentleman and a horse is hard to catch? What does it mean to be a man?"

The little guy blinked his eyes, confused.

Feng Shu carried him to the training room, "A gentleman always keeps his word. A manly man refers to a person like your father. Don't Jiqing want to follow his father's example?"

Jimo pricked up his ears.

The little guy tilted his head, "What does mom mean, is a man like dad a good egg? A good egg is not an egg, a good egg is a person, a good person like dad?"

The major general, known as the "good guy", looked at her expressionlessly.

Feng Shu rambled for a while before finally diverting Ji Qing's attention.

"Mom, mom, can you practice with me? If we practice together, mom doesn't have to leave! I want to watch mom all the time!"

Thinking he had come up with a good idea, the little guy was spinning around in excitement.

This child was so insecure that after mistaking her for her mother, it was as if she had found a life-saving straw and refused to let go.

So similar to her before.

To her, Huishan was both a teacher and a friend, and like a father.

"you teach me?"

She hesitated slightly.

Jimo did not misunderstand the three short words, but he was just teaching her how to get started with mental power?

He was rarely surprised, and then fell silent.

Is there something wrong with Jijia’s intelligence network?

Feng Shu is waiting.

She didn't wait long before Jimo's spiritual power slowly swarmed towards her.

"Relax."

Feng Shu's instinctive defense forced himself to relax at his voice, allowing a wisp of his mental power to enter the sea of ​​consciousness. It entered very slowly, but exited very quickly.

"Have you formed a bond with Junlin?"

Apparently, he was quite shocked,

Feng Shu nodded, saying so frankly.

"Do you know what this means?"

As cold as Jimo, he couldn't help but mutter.

"It wasn't clear at first, but now I know." Feng Shu did not explain the specific situation, but admitted that there was indeed some unknown inside story.

"Why me? I mean, since you already have such a relationship with Junlin, why don't you let him help you? He gives birth to you, he dies and you die. There is a child between you, so he can't just let you go.

"

Jimo is difficult to understand.

Feng Shu looked for someone else to solve his mental problems, which undoubtedly rejected Jun Lin as a partner.
Chapter completed!