: Luoshui is not muddy, Xinxiang Anlaiyue (45)

"I must ask him to solve it."
An Xinyue thought of their almost annihilation, and she didn't speak for an instant.
There are still 50 training plans in the past five years that they have not written yet. It may be inevitable that when Chuluo returns,
An Fengyang took a meal and looked at her daughter before he continued to say, "He can't live without that place, so he will go back sooner or later."
Xun Xin took care of Xiao Xiaoxiao to eat and did not participate in the discussion between them.
An Xinyue bowed her head to eat and thought and said, "Maybe I was too nervous some time before I would let him make that decision, so I will talk to him afterwards."
After lunch, An Xinyue went back to her lunch break with a small smile, and she was going back.
Xiao Xiaoxiao followed Shui Anluo to go to sleep, and An Xinyue was called into Shui Yunyun's room.
"Grandpa," An Xinyue whispered, waking up the ink cloud that was basking in the sun on the balcony.
An Xinyue lowered the cup in her hand. "Mom just gave you tea."
Ink Cloud reached out to pick it up and signaled An Xinyue to sit down beside her.
After An Xinyue sat down, she glanced at the book in his hand, and then said, "Grandpa, dad said you're looking for me."
Ink Cloud nodded slightly, and put the cup on the table. "Baby followed me from an early age. I made him a wrong example."
An Xinyue listened to Shui Moyun's words and knew what he was going to say, "Grandpa, it has nothing to do with you, because we haven't dealt with it well."
Shui Yunyun looked at An Xinyue, "Baby, the child is afraid of wronging you, but he never thought that what really made you wrong was him, you, just talk to him."
An Xinyue thought, look, the whole world knows his true thoughts, but unfortunately Chuluomu doesn't know.
"It doesn't matter if you come here. I'm afraid you think too much. You can think about it, just fine." Shui Yunyun said, reaching up and holding up the cup.
"Grandpa, I know. Then you take a good rest. I'll go first."
Ink Cloud nodded slightly, waving An Xinyue to leave first, and he looked out the window again.
An Xinyue walked to the door and looked back at the man on the balcony. Thinking of the brigadier's words, she felt a little helpless. In fact, the hardest part of this life was the old man who had worked hard for the country.
When An Xinyue returned, Chu Luomu and the racing bird returned. An Xinyue was excited and hurried to Chuluo's office, but no one was left.
"What about your Chu team?" An Xinyue called a person at the door and asked directly.
"Isn't the Chu team in the administration building at the back? I see him past." After finishing the little soldier, he went to do his own work.
right?
what?
An Xinyue hurried down the stairs and rushed to the back, wondering what the man was doing.
When An Xinyue passed, Chu Luomu had already taken a bath and was sitting in her place to deal with yesterday's affairs.
After An Xinyue entered, Chu Luomu looked up at her and lowered her head to keep busy: "Where's your own home, don't know to call a report?"
An Xinyue slightly slipped her lips, secretly voicing ‘Government ’s first level crushing people’. Did she yell for a report?
"Report," An Xinyue yelled.
"Come in." Chu Luomu said in a good mood, and his offended wife was not far from death.