My Beautiful CEO Wife

Lin Ruotong remained calm, lying lazily on the sofa, without any strength in his body.

"Oh, I can't help it. I have to give you a healthy baby."

Yang Feng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Both of us are not sick, so the baby must be healthy."

"You just need to exercise properly, there is no need to squeeze yourself like you do."

Lin Ruotong sat up slightly, and gave him a coquettish look, "It's okay to have a daughter, but what about a son?"

"You are so good, if my son is so weak, what will others think of me?"

"I definitely won't say that you, Yang Feng, are not good. It's because we women can't bear children. It's all our women's fault. Am I wronged?"

In fact, Lin Ruotong said this on purpose, to find a perfect excuse for himself to squeeze himself crazily.

I have always talked about pregnancy preparation.

It successfully dispelled Yang Feng's doubts.

He said with a smile: "You don't need to worry about this. The birth of a boy and a girl can actually be controlled by medication, and I can do it too."

"Come on!" Lin Ruotong glanced at him, "It's boring to do that. It's artificially controlled. It doesn't have that sense of surprise at all, and it violates the laws of nature."

"I still hope to let nature take its course, to be what comes, and not to be artificially changed."

"All right, all right, I'll listen to you, but you have to pay attention, you squeeze yourself like this every day... I feel very distressed when I see it."

"Furthermore, every night after taking the medicinal bath, you fall asleep soundly. I...is no different from staying alone in an empty room."

Yang Feng said with a dry smile.

Lin Ruotong gave him a sharp look, "Say ten thousand and ten thousand, isn't that what you're doing for?"

"When I rest for a few days and adapt to this high-intensity exercise, I will definitely satisfy you once."

"I'm not all for this. I'm mainly worried about your body. I've worked harder than when I practiced with the old guy. I really admire you."

Yang Feng shook his head and laughed, "Okay, I'm going to prepare the medicinal liquid for you to soak in a bath now. I'll eat some nutritious meals later to supplement the body's needs."

Seeing Yang Feng leave, Lin Ruotong breathed a sigh of relief, "Is it easy for me?"

In the next few days, Lin Ruotong continued to conduct physical training under You Ye's guidance.

The progress is very rapid. Compared with before, my physical fitness has made a qualitative leap.

It is also inseparable from the medicinal solution that Yang Feng carefully prepared for her.

If you only rely on You Ye to guide her in training, it is far from being able to achieve this effect.

Complementing each other, we have achieved good results.

At this time, the renovation of the nursing home has also been completed.

All Shura warriors gathered in the Great Wasteland.

It was put into a new battle there, and the simple barracks base had been built.

Yang Feng also received them at this time.

The moment they saw Yang Feng, more than 2000 Asura fighters all burst into tears on the spot.

Yang Feng was also filled with emotion.

It was not easy for any of them to survive that catastrophe.

Also live very sad!
My heart was always suppressed physically and mentally by anger and hatred, and I couldn't be released.

Only by destroying Solomon can the inner anger be truly vented.

Only with the blood of the Solomons can the hatred in their hearts be washed away!
"Young master, you must take revenge!"

They all looked at Yang Feng with hatred in their eyes, as if they were going to fight and fight Solomon to the death.

Yang Feng looked at all of them and nodded solemnly, "Brothers, I, Yang Feng, swear here that I will definitely lead you to conquer Solomon and let them pay in blood!"

"But now is not the time, please be patient and wait for the time to come!"

"There is a saying that is very good, a knife cannot be sharpened until it is sharpened, and a gun cannot be fired until it is wiped! You are here to sharpen your knives and guns for the time being, and when you go to the battlefield to fight Solomon in the future, beat him hard! "

"Let the people of Solomon know that our Shura army is not easy to provoke, and it is very dangerous to annoy us! They will die a terrible death!"

All the soldiers present all had murderous intent in their eyes, eager to fight.

The confrontation training on the training ground is very hard.

According to Yang Feng's instructions, Song Huang and others went overseas to pick up the injured soldiers in batches and entered the nursing home to recuperate.

As batches of injured people were taken to the nursing home, Yang Feng personally went over to check on their injuries.

"Little Lord!"

"Little Lord……"

The wounded were transported to the nursing home by bus. After seeing Yang Feng, they couldn't control their emotions any longer and burst into tears.

When Yang Feng saw them, he couldn't control his emotions and shed tears.

Some of them were lying on stretchers, blind and their faces disfigured.

One lost both legs, and some broke an arm, with varying degrees of disabilities.

"Young master, we are incompetent, and we are... ashamed of the Asura army!"

"Young master, please punish me!"

At the very front, a man standing upright was kneeling on the ground with a sad face.

Yang Feng quickly reached out to help the other party, but when he helped the other party up, he suddenly found out.

His hands had been cut off, and the wounds were shocking.

Only two arms remain, and they can no longer hold a knife and carry a gun.

Even life, will fall into a difficult situation.

Originally seeing these wounded, Yang Feng felt extremely heavy, but at this moment he couldn't hold back.

He is a person who never shows much emotion in front of his subordinates.

Going to the battlefield to kill the enemy, there will inevitably be soldiers who will be injured and die tragically.

He always treats them indifferently, because he knows very well in his heart that kindness does not control soldiers.

There will be bloodshed and sacrifices in war. If you cry bitterly because a few, dozens, or even hundreds of people died in battle, how will you fight with the staff next?
He had to keep his heart of stone, and look at the life and death of soldiers with indifference.

But at this moment, he really couldn't control his emotions.

The surprise attack on the Shura army, which caused their deaths and injuries, was not a fair confrontation in itself.

They died unjustly!

These wounded brothers will never have the chance to go to the battlefield to avenge themselves!

Feel so sad for them!
He raised his hand to salute all the injured, and said in a deep voice, "Brothers, your injuries will not be in vain, and your blood will not be shed in vain!"

"I, Yang Feng, assure you that there will be a day when Solomon will pay in blood! Take their heads and pay homage to the brothers who died tragically! Avenge you!"

All the wounded returned their salutes to Yang Feng one after another, even the blind wounded lying on a stretcher raised their right hands with a sound.

salute!

The brother who was closest to Yang Feng had lost his hands, but he still held up his arm without hands.

He said loudly: "Young master, on the day of revenge, don't forget to bring us with you!"

"We are Shura warriors! Once you join the Shura army, you will be members of the Tianmen for the rest of your life!"

"A good man would rather die in battle than in a hospital bed!"

Yang Feng stretched out his hand to help the other party put down the crippled arm, feeling pain and relief at the same time.

"Good job!"

"Brothers, you are all good! You are worthy of my reputation as a Shura warrior!"

"You have worked hard! This is a nursing home and your new home!"

"Go and rest first!"

After Yang Feng finished speaking, he waved to Song Huang and others, and was responsible for leading the wounded into the nursing home and arranging the rooms.

Turned around and walked away.

Everyone knows that the young master is crying!

After every battle, no matter how many brothers died, he would look at them with a blank expression and indifference.

But in the dead of night, he would be alone in one place, silently engraving the names of all those who died in battle.

Facing those wooden plaques engraved with names, salute alone.

Tears are secretly flowing behind the back.

Although the living brothers were not allowed to see it, they all knew it in their hearts.

This time, the young master was even more sad.

Because Shura's army was almost wiped out, they had never suffered such a defeat.

Even if they swept across the entire European battlefield that year, they did not lose so many personnel.

His heart was bleeding, and he mourned for the brothers who died tragically!