Chapter 961: Dystocia

Remember [EbookFREE.me] for one second, update fast, no pop-up window, free to read!
This is a marriage certificate for more than eight years, and the style is different from the current one.
Moreover, they are in the province of Xijiang, the marriage certificate is still bilingual, a line of Chinese characters of the Han nationality, the text of the East Turk.
Fortunately, Bohai Sea is well preserved, and a plastic seal is placed on the outside of the marriage certificate to prevent damage to the paper and photos inside.
Two black and white photos in the marriage certificate.
When Bohai was young, he was more sunny and handsome than now, and Zhuo Ning’s appearance was almost exactly the same as that of Lin Mumu.
If you just look at the photo and don't look at the name, it's really like a marriage certificate for Lin Mumu.
Lin Mumu stretched out his fingers and rubbed the face on the photo, the face she had seen, and she hid a photo of her face.
It’s also a lot of emotion to see the marriage certificate.
"I thought we could live a quiet life, but unfortunately, I still hurt her."
The sound of the sea otter has been somewhat hoarse, and then the tears are more uncontrollable.
After that, he said that the intermittent, Lin Mumu listened very seriously.
They were pregnant with their children three years after they got married, and they looked at the child as a treasure.
Unfortunately, one month before the birth of the child, Bohai was found by a previously spoiled spy organization. He had to think of sending Zhuo Ning first to Qiongzhou for refuge. He himself led the spy organization.
The idea is very good, but the reality is always cruel to despair.
The organization still caught Zhuo Ning first, and she and her children’s life came to marry the sea otter and handed over an important thing. This thing was taken from the organization by Bohai, and he was handed over to the country. I can't go back at all.
Bohai also thought about re-circling for a few days with them. He did not expect Zhuo Ning to be staunch and die.
At that time, Bohai thought that the child was also dead. He had set up a bomb and died with them.
After he was in trouble, he couldn't return to the organization because of the killing. He simply went to the country and later joined the famous Chinese organization Red Gate.
Bohai has always thought that Zhuo Ning is difficult to produce, and he is gone with the child.
He also received a photo of the forest wood sent by the sword, and he did not calmly return to China.
It’s just that Bohai’s identity is special in the Red Gate, and any move will bring trouble to the relations between China and the two countries. We must first deal with the various hesitations of both sides and find a suitable excuse.
Therefore, he had to go through many formalities to return to China, and then he was dragged back to the Chinese New Year during the Chinese New Year.
Fortunately, China’s reform and opening up has been going on for many years, and international trade has been getting better and better. Foreign investors also have various policies. Otherwise, if you don’t come back, you can only find someone to tie the forest wood.
When I heard this, Lin Mumu had a problem: "How do you know that I am your daughter? People are similar and normal. Maybe I happen to look like Mrs. Zun."
"Yes, your birthday is exactly the same as my dead child, oh no, not dead. My wood is still alive.
I have been discussing with Ninger for a long time. When I have a child, it is called Mumu. Whether it is a boy or a girl, it is to commemorate a comrade who sacrificed to protect us.
And you are rescued from the hands of the gangsters, and you can't go wrong.

Lin Mumu is actually a letter, but she is subconsciously looking at her master.
Professor Lin nodded.
"Then you are a special soldier, is there any special function?" Lin Mumu curiously asked Bohai.
"Ha ha ha, the special function of this kind of thing, is from the artificial training, especially good work is not a special function?"
"What about Zhuo Ning?"
"She is just an ordinary person, not a fist."