Damn it, he didn't expect that one day he would be reduced to asking that boy for help!

All my face was lost, my face was trampled under my feet...

Jing Jiaren's eyes were filled with confusion, and she pushed her messy hair back with her hands: "Our son is here, isn't he?"

Ximen Longting stared at her and said nothing.

He picked up the smoking cessation cigar on the table, put it in his mouth, and lit the metal lighter.

Jing Jiaren held his hand: "Didn't you say you don't want to smoke anymore?"

Ximen Longting bit his cigarette and said coldly: "This is for quitting smoking!"

"Are you still addicted to smoking?" You have quit smoking for so long.

Didn't she understand that he would have an attack when he was upset? Especially, this period was the lowest period in Ximen Longting's life.

The sound of gunfire outside was deafening, and it was impossible to ignore.

The glass windows were shaking.

Jing Jiaren got out of bed a little worried, hoping that her son's plane would be safe.

Standing in front of the bay window, looking at the snowy scenery far and near, the plane was flying in the blue sky, as if being controlled by a big hand, dodging in time, and launching messily but continuously.

Ximen Longting put his nightgown on her shoulders and hugged her from behind.

"You have a good son who can command." The worry at the corner of Jing Jiaren's mouth slowly turned into a happy smile.

Ximen Longting, however, kept a straight face and began to describe SUN's improper command one by one.

This time SUN brought more people, and they all had the most elite and advanced weapons.

No matter how this battle is fought, he will win. It just depends on how he wins beautifully.

When Jing Jiaren heard Ximen Longting's words, she disagreed: "A arrogant army will be defeated. Who said that good troops and weapons must win? There have been so many failed battles in history!"

"..."

"Without a good commander, no matter how good the army is, it will fail miserably."

Ximen Longting made a disgusted face: "Jing Jiaren, just continue to speak for him!"

"I'm telling the truth! He's only over five years old. What can you expect from him?"

"This kind of strategy can be commanded by a three-year-old child...what's there to be proud of?"

"I am so proud! He is my son, I am proud!"

Ximen Longting's big palm slapped her hard on the buttocks: "Are you looking for a beating?"

"Ximen Longting, you are going too far!"

"I warn you not to try your best to encourage other men in front of a frustrated man!"

Jing Jiaren was also speechless: "What happened to our son who praised us?"

"Praise for a spanking!"

Jing Jiaren jumped up to dodge, and was spanked several times by him. Later, she was pinned down on the sofa and slapped down several times. It was so hot...

"Ximen Longting, you hurt me!"

"Then eat more food, who told you to eat so little!"

"What does spanking me have to do with my eating!"

"The flesh has grown more, so it won't hurt next time."

What kind of logic is this!

The heavy snow was falling, and the fighting was very beautiful at this station. The people stationed at the bottom of the mountain were driven back and almost fled.

Large swaths of aircraft clouds were hovering over Jijia Villa, showing off their power.

When Ximen Longting was rampant, SUN was waiting for this day.

Of course, we should take advantage of the old man's loss of power to express himself more. When the old man regains his power in the future, he won't have so many opportunities to show off!

"Young master, the enemy has been repulsed. They have scattered and fled... Do you want to pursue them?"
Chapter completed!