The pot was steaming, and mulberry leaves sat in front of the stove to burn the fire, staring blankly at Wangwang's flames, frowning on the illuminated face, obviously worried about something.

Zheng Lin came to the kitchen and looked at his wife's face, feeling heavy and didn't know how to speak. It was just that the task was urgent, and there was not much time left. Even if he didn't want to say something worse at this time, he had to say it.

Just as Zheng Lin was struggling with how to speak, Sang Ye suddenly asked, "Brother Lin, it's so cold outside, it's almost raining again. Do you think the fat group will look for us in the rain?"

Zheng Lin felt a little nervous, swallowed the words he was about to say, and put them on his wife's shoulder and comforted him: "The fat group is thick in skin and thick in flesh, and is not that afraid of cold. Besides, if you can't find a husband, it will return to the cave, so Ye'er doesn't have to worry."

Sang Ye shook his head and smiled bitterly, feeling that she was very hypocritical. She was obviously going to send the fat group away, but now she is worried about whether the fat group will suffer from frostbite. If the fat group has human thinking, I am afraid she will be disdainful of this concern!

"You do this for the Fat Group. When the Fat Group adapts to life in the mountains and has its own partner and children, it will be grateful for the decision you made for it." Zheng Lin knew very well what his wife was thinking, so she could only comfort her so that she could think about it in the better direction.

"I hope!" Sang Ye nodded, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. I hope it can be happy and become the king of the mountains like its parents.

Seeing that his wife's face improved a little, Zheng Lin knew it was time to talk about him. He took a deep breath, bowed to his wife's eyes and said, "Ye'er, I'll get off the task just now. I'll have to leave for my husband tomorrow morning."

"Where are you going?" The unexpected news made Sang Ye forget that the man had another identity. After asking this sentence, she also reacted, and her face became even more ugly than before: "How could it be so urgent? Is there any danger?"

In fact, for a moment, she thought that the news that she and Huan'er were still alive was known, and someone was looking for them, mother and son. Then she thought, if someone really knew, the man in front of her would not have such an attitude.

Zheng Lin smiled slightly and kissed his wife's cheek comfortably: "Ling is only responsible for inquiring about the news, and there is no danger! This time, he didn't need to do anything for his husband, but another team of people was wrong in inquiring about the news. He was punished by the superiors, so he needed to go there again for his husband."

"That's good, as long as there is no danger!" Sang Ye breathed a sigh of relief, and a little bloody color regained her face. She didn't know that the man didn't want her to worry, and didn't tell her the truth at all.

Spirit is indeed only responsible for inquiring about information. If the person who is inquired about the information is difficult or has a deep understanding, he must use extraordinary means to obtain the desired information. In this process, the danger increases exponentially, otherwise the spirit will not exist. Even apart from the spirit itself, few people know the existence of the spirit.

Slowly digesting the sudden news, Sang Ye asked another important question: "How long will it take to go out this trip? Can you come back a few years ago?"

This time, Zheng Lin did not answer immediately. He estimated in his heart before saying: "This time the place where the mission was launched is very far away from us, and we will go back at least one and a half months. If things go smoothly, we can come back before the New Year, if it doesn't go well... it's possible for half a year."

When Sang Ye heard this, he fell silent and held the man's arms tightened unconsciously.

Off topic

In the past two days, the local government has introduced new policies. It can be foreseen that housing prices will rise sharply. It is even more difficult to buy a house now, and you can't even get excited to write... There is a kind of despair of a ball
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