Close the windows.
Pull the curtains.
Cheng Qianfan tiptoed to the first floor, opened the closet, took out the wine bottle, and drank a few large sips of wine, which ensured that he smelled a little alcoholic when he woke up in the morning.
Brush your teeth and wash.
When he arrived in the bedroom, Cheng Qianfan did not turn on the lights. He took off his clothes in the dark and got into the bed.
When the bedside lights were on, Bai Ruolan saw her big flashing eyes.
"Have you woken up?" Cheng Qianfan bent down and kissed Ruolan's face, and asked softly.
Bai Ruolan raised her head and neck.
Cheng Qianfan skillfully sent his arms over, and Ruolan snuggled in his arms, "I can't sleep, I'm waiting for you to come back."
Cheng Qianfan didn't say anything, his heart was filled with guilt for his wife, he knew that Ruolan must have been worried about him.
With his arms slightly exerted, he hugged his wife tightly, kissed her forehead, "Go to sleep."
"Qianfan, I have something to tell you." Bai Ruolan's expression was serious.
"What's the matter?" Cheng Qianfan said. Looking at his wife's serious expression, he was also a little confused and nervous.
"I have a child in my belly." Ruolan rubbed her husband's chest gently and said softly, with shyness and joy in her voice.
Cheng Qianfan was stunned for a moment, and came to his senses. Surprise flashed in his eyes, just looking at Bai Ruolan.
"Really?" he asked.
"Yeah." She nodded.
Cheng Qianfan was as happy as a child, and kept saying, "We are going to be moms and dads."
Bai Ruolan looked at her husband, and her heart was still filled with sweetness.
At the same time, she felt relieved in her heart. She could guess how great and dangerous her husband was doing. She was worried that Cheng Qianfan would not want this child because of his work considerations.
Now, she felt at ease.
No, to be precise, happiness, she gently stroked her belly and said to herself, 'I want to be a mother'.
...
Cheng Qianfan hugged his wife, and the two whispered softly, about the first time they met, accompanied and got to know each other when they were young.
"Ruolan, thank you." He whispered.
No response.
Cheng Qianfan looked down and saw Bai Ruolan fell asleep, snuggling in his arms, with a beautiful smile on the corner of her mouth.
He closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
When he is about to become a father, his heart is naturally happy.
For him, there is no constraint that does not allow children to have children, whether in the organization or in the secret service.
It’s almost two years since we got married, and it’s normal to have children, but it’s unreasonable to have children.
In addition, for him, who is the identity of Japanese agent Kentaro Miyazaki, Ruoran has a child and her safety can be guaranteed to the maximum extent.
"Dad, mom, Xiaofan is going to be a father." Cheng Qianfan said in his heart.
...
early morning.
No. 50, Zengjiayan, Chongqing, Zhou Gongguan.
Xiong Jiashang folded the message and put it in his pocket.
He glanced at the small teahouse opposite. The teahouse's staff was cooking stoves at the door, but his eyes looked at this side from time to time.
Next to the teahouse is a shoe repair shop. Early in the morning, the hardworking shoe repairman has already opened his stall.
Whether it is a teahouse or a shoe repair shop, they are the surveillance points of the secret service office of the Guofu Lixing Society, and their eyes are firmly locked in Zhou Gongguan.
Whether it is Comrade Xiangwu, Chief Executive Ye, Mr. Dong and other leaders, or young comrades such as Xiong Jiahua, everyone knows the spies at the surveillance point clearly. It can even be said that both sides are tacitly aware of each other and everyone knows who is doing what.
When Comrade Xiangwu led our comrades to Chongqing for the first time, he had to rent a hospital with the Kuomintang because of the tight housing.
There are senior Kuomintang officials inside the door and spies from the government outside the door. This is a true portrayal of the complex or even dangerous environment of Zhou Gongguan.
In such a dangerous and complex environment, Comrade Xiangwu, Mr. Dong, Mr. Ye and other leaders were calm and unhurried, leading the struggle in the Kuomintang-controlled areas and the work of the anti-Japanese national united front, showing the fearless revolutionary spirit and extremely high fighting art of the Red Party.
Xiong Jiashang's eyes met the young man in the teahouse. He smiled and nodded. The latter seemed a little surprised and finally smiled embarrassedly.
Xiong Jiashang went out and turned right and came to a room outside, which was the office and bedroom of Comrade Xiangwu and his elder sister.
He knocked on the door lightly.
"Comrade Xiangwu, have you gotten up?" he asked.
"It's Comrade Jiahua, come in." The elder sister's voice came from inside, and the door was opened, and the elder sister nodded inside.
"Comrade Xiangwu didn't sleep all night again?" Xiong Jiashang asked in a low voice.
"Don't listen to your elder sister, I've been sniffing for a while." Comrade Xiangwu, who was writing at the desk, said.
"It's a long time to be heard in less than half an hour." The elder sister exposes it.
Xiong Jiashang looked at the tired Comrade Xiangwu and said with a distressed heart, "Comrade Xiangwu, your body..."
"My health is good." Comrade Xiangwu smiled heartily, closed the notebook, and looked at her elder sister, "I really miss the millet porridge in northern Shaanxi."
"I got it, I'll go cook porridge now." The eldest sister said with a smile.
"Comrade Jiahua hasn't had breakfast yet, so I'll have dinner together later." The elder sister greeted Xiong Jiahua and left.
"Comrade Xiangwu." Xiong Jiahua took out the telegram from his body, "the telegram sent by Comrade Farmer."
"Oh?" Comrade Xiangwu was shocked and took the message, "Comrade 'Flame''?"
"Yes." Xiong Jiahua nodded, "Comrade Farmer said that the original text of the telegram has been reported to the teacher. Comrade Farmer asked Comrade Farmer to forward it to Chongqing. Please check it out."
After saying that, he stood quietly aside.
Comrade Xiangwu held the telegram in both hands, fell into deep thought, and his expression became more and more serious.
...
Shanghai.
He Guanjia.
Maid Lan, who was preparing breakfast, heard the knock on the door.
She picked up the rag and wiped her hands, went to the gate of the yard, opened the door, and saw He Guan and Huang Xiaolan standing at the door.
"Young Master Guan." Lan's mother exclaimed, then quickly covered her mouth.
"Mom Lan, don't say anything." He Guan flashed into the door with Huang Xiaolan and said in a low voice.
Mother Lan nodded and hurriedly closed the door.
"Where is my mother?" He Guan asked.
"Mrs. Not getting up yet," said Lan's mother.
"Don't call me grandma for now." He Guan said, "Mom Lan, I want to eat the wontons you made."
"Mom Lan will do it now." Mom Lan said excitedly. She looked at Huang Xiaolan, "What do young grandma want to eat?"
"I also miss Lan's mother's little wontons."
"Okay, okay." Lan's mother nodded happily.
About half an hour later, Mrs. He got up, and she said while going down the stairs, "Mom Lan, didn't you say you had fried cakes today? How did you make small wontons?"
Lan's mother, who was busy in the kitchen, did not answer.
"A Guan, that little brat, is not at home. If he is at home, he can eat three bowls of wontons in one breath." Mrs. He sighed, then turned her head and saw He Guan and Huang Xiaolan who were getting up and smiling at her.
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