MTL - I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World-Chapter 1581 Putian Tongqing

When did the smoke come back?

The specific time Jiang Chen remembered, only vaguely remembered that after Sun Jiao was pregnant, on the way home one day, God made a ghost to the nearby supermarket, bought a pack of cigarettes, and then squatted On the mouth...

This taste is really nostalgic.

Noisy with a hint of spicy.

How long has it been?

I can’t remember it.

After coming out from the old lady's house, Jiang Chen did not rush to drive home, but went to the seaside.

Parked on the side of the road, kneeling on the railing of the observation deck, Jiang Chen with sunglasses on the bridge of the nose, some looking at the sea far away.

As the sun sets, the woman who runs late on the bluestone brick road, and the people who play around in the water, seem to be printed on a painting. From the joyful laughter that followed the sea breeze, there was a bit of familiarity.

Speaking of it, he seemed to be in the same position at the time.

Only at that time, he was just a nameless pawn, and now he, even if he is standing here smoking a cigarette, at least ten people are behind it to protect it...

Smiled and shook his head, Jiang Chen will not have finished the cigarette butt, and slammed into the trash can next to it.

This is probably the last one.

The sunglasses were taken out of the pocket, ignoring the passers-by who were next to each other or surprised, or excited to take out the mobile phone. Jiang Chen slowly walked toward the direction of his Luerka 2020 commemorative money.

......

Time passed by, and Sun Jiao’s belly was gradually rising.

I stared at my belly, never gave birth to a child, and didn't even think that I would be my mother's Sun Jiao one day, sometimes showing a confused expression, and sometimes a happy smirk.

Whenever she reveals a happy smile, the girls will be envious.

Especially Aisha.

From time to time, she would look at Jiang Chen with a look of hope.

Although nothing was said, the scorpion, like a water, has already said what she wants to tell.

Another one is Xia Shiyu. Although he said that he doesn't want children, he is too troublesome, and his work can't be taken care of, but every time he says so, his eyes are unnaturally sneaked into Jiang Chen.

During this time, Jiang Chen was thinned by the whole person, as if the extra meat had been transferred to Sun Jiao’s stomach. It is not because of the wait for Sun Jiao thin, since the summer moved, there are professional people to take care of, Jiang Chen the whole person relaxed a lot.

However, at night...

For the first time, Jiang Chen felt that sexual blessing would be bothersome.

"Mrs.'s body is very healthy, even I was taken aback. Generally speaking, about two months of pregnancy, there will be a period of weakness, and this time is also the most vulnerable time for pregnant women... but from the lady, I I can't feel a little weak at all."

After serving Sun Jiao to sleep, Qian Xia lightly closed the door, just happened to meet Jiang Chen standing in the corridor. When she was clever, she could see why Jiang Chen stood here, so she smiled and said softly.

With a sigh of relief, Jiang Chen smiled with relief.

"Working hard."

"It's okay, it's my pleasure to serve the main person." Qian Xia Yingying smiled and politely bowed slightly. After chatting with Jiang Chen for a few things that should be noticed during pregnancy, she turned and returned to her room.

......

Because of the fear of affecting the development of the fetus, since the belly has gradually bulged, the number of times that Sun Jiao went to the end of the world was much less.

In the past, most of Nac’s government affairs were handled by the Marshal’s wife. It was only after more than a month that the government affairs on the desk piled up.

Even if the mind is more or less reluctant, at this time, Jiang Chen can only resolutely pick up the duties of the marshal. So many people have unexpectedly discovered that the marshals who often see the end of the dragon, who are not seen at the end, actually ran to the Marshal House every day.

Instead, Mrs. Sun, who appeared in the Marshal House every day, disappeared from their sight.

Their confusion did not last long.

At a nac high-level meeting, Jiang Chen picked up a suitable opportunity. After Cheng Weiguo reported on the growth of nac's reserve, he was unprepared to announce this good news to everyone.

"Long story short, I want to be a father."

The meeting room was quiet.

Starting from Wang Qing on the left, people’s reactions first lie there, and then the face gradually emerges with joy, even ecstasy...

This year, there will be no more exciting news than this.

After hearing this good news, many people even burst into tears with excitement.

For an oligopolistic regime like nac, the descendants of the leader are more important than anything else, just like the emperor's prince. For the loyalty to nac, the life of the family has been integrated with nac, even if nac lays more land, building more colonies overseas, it is not as important as Jiang Chen to give them a healthy heir.

This heir is not necessarily better than him, even mediocrity, as long as it is not too pothole, this is enough!

The mountains and rivers that nac had laid down were three or four generations.

All they need is a person who can hold this piece of land, and that is enough.

In the case that Jiang Chen did not deliberately conceal, the news did not go away.

The sixth block cheered for a whole week, and the joy of joy filled the face of almost everyone.

Only the survivors who had just awakened from the low temperature dorm room were full of sadness on their faces. Because the dictator had a son, this land was a step further away from the once-free and prosperous Pan-Asian cooperation.

Of course, this little monk only dared to think about it in his heart, not even dare to say it.

Because the last one was drinking high in the pub, the one who stood up and accused the marshal "tyranny", had been sitting next to the mercenary who was drinking and eating meat, and smashed the front teeth with his fist.

Zhou Guoping, who is far away in North America, ordered the firefighters of the outposts to spend the whole night. Lu Fan, who was born in the guardian corps, rushed back to Wanghai from the night of the northern city of Nac, and presented his congratulations to Jiang Chen personally, as well as a precious gift with the back neck fluff of the saber-toothed beast in the northern wilderness. .

Almost everyone is cheering for the upcoming successor.

Many survivors live in the wasteland. No matter how strong they are, the reason for the final destruction is more than half due to the succession of the regime.

The Marshal's prestige is naturally no one to challenge, and no one has the qualification to challenge.

Whether it is a strategic vision, or a personal brave enough to single out the mother of the dead claws, it has become a myth in the minds of survivors throughout East Asia. Even the distant North America and Western Europe have heard about the legendary experience of this leader.

But as long as it is a person, it is impossible to escape.

Even if this marshal has been myths by survivors, this myth is bound to have a day to finish.

At least, in the eyes of most people.