There is a cute wife at home: Mr. President, please hold on

Shen Feiyu was in a good mood, and Zhen Jiabao's ability to subconsciously say such words basically proved that she had accepted the relationship between the two, at least she should no longer doubt it.

He smiled and said, "Of course I know you won't...cough, empathy, but it's understandable that I'm a little jealous, after all, you spent the whole afternoon alone with Cheng Gong."

Zhen Jiabao squinted at Shen Feiyu—even though Zhen Jiabao knew that he and Cheng Gong were upright, he still felt something was wrong when he heard this.

"We're just discussing...can you put your mind in order." Zhen Jiabao angrily threw the pillow in his hand on the recliner, but Shen Feiyu caught it firmly.

"I didn't say anything, I just stated the facts. Why do you always think in the wrong direction?" Shen Feiyu was not polite, directly put Zhen Jiabao's pillow under his head, and then lay down triumphantly He even raised his legs, which was very comfortable.

There was still the fragrance of Zhen Jiabao's shampoo on the pillow, and Shen Feiyu greedily inhaled the sweet smell on it with the tip of his nose, suddenly feeling a little distracted.

Zhen Jiabao hid behind the screen in the tent and changed into his pajamas. When he came out again, he saw Shen Feiyu put his pillow on the recliner to sleep soundly, while his bed was bare with no pillows to use.

Suddenly regretting why he hit someone with a pillow in a fit of anger, Zhen Jiabao said angrily, "Shen Feiyu, return my pillow to me!"

Shen Feiyu lazily half-opened his eyes: "Don't you know you gave me this pillow?" Seeing that Zhen Jiabao really didn't want to quarrel with him, he smiled leisurely: "Looking at a pillow makes you angry, I don't know I thought I stole it... At worst, I'll exchange my pillow with you, it's okay."

Shen Feiyu pulled out his pillow from under his body and threw it to Zhen Jiabao, then lay back to his original place and said leisurely, "Go to sleep, there are still many things to do tomorrow."

Holding Shen Feiyu's pillow in his hand, Zhen Jiabao suddenly became speechless. It was obviously his sophistry, why did he feel that he still couldn't refute it?

Throwing the pillow on the bed angrily - it's just a pillow anyway, even if Shen Feiyu uses it, it's nothing, at worst, someone will come and change it tomorrow.

With humiliation and resentment of unsuccessful reasoning, Zhen Jiabao lay on the bed and wrapped the quilt tightly, gritted his teeth and stared at the back of Shen Feiyu's head for a long while before slowly closing his eyes.

Shen Feiyu is right, there are still many things to do tomorrow.

When Zhen Jiabao opened his eyes early the next morning, he felt that his legs were extremely swollen and painful, as if he had trekked for a long time, and he couldn't even lift up.

Maybe it was because he was tired after walking around the ruins yesterday, Zhen Jiabao sat on the bed and gently rubbed his calf while looking outside the tent.

It seemed that the sun had not yet dawned. Zhen Jiabao estimated the time by looking at the way the sun was not too strong. Shen Feiyu's clear and shallow breathing was heard next to his ears—this man was sleeping soundly on the recliner, with one leg resting on the Outside the reclining chair, only one corner of a quilt was left on the stomach, and the rest was piled up on the ground.

Zhen Jiabao looked at him helplessly, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that Shen Feiyu's posture was really eye-catching, but he was afraid that he would catch a cold, so after finally letting his legs feel no longer uncomfortable, he quietly walked to the recliner and picked it up. He picked up the quilt and threw it on Shen Feiyu.

Maybe it was the time when Shen Feiyu woke up on weekdays, he was awakened in a daze by the momentum of Zhen Jiabao throwing the quilt down, he opened his sleepy eyes and looked at Zhen Jiabao, then smacked his lips and was sweet fell asleep.

Zhen Jiabao: "..."

Shen Feiyu actually started talking in his sleep, rolled over in his arms with the quilt thrown down by Zhen Jiabao just now, leaving only the back of Zhen Jiabao's head, and then muttered: "Jiabao, I like... Jiabao... "

Zhen Jiabao blushed inexplicably, and stood there stiffly, not knowing how to react, surprised and embarrassed, but there was no sweetness.

With a sly smile on the corner of Shen Feiyu's mouth that was not exposed to Zhen Jiabao's gaze, he continued, "My child..."

The rest are just some unintelligible babbling, but what I just heard is enough for Zhen Jiabao to be entangled——Zhen Jiabao, who had made up his mind to think that the child in his stomach only belonged to him and had nothing to do with Shen Feiyu, suddenly started Shaken, I feel that I may be too cruel to think so.

After all, it seems that Shen Feiyu cares about himself and his children. Whether it's the details in daily life or Shen Feiyu's unconscious dreams today, it proves to Zhen Jiabao that he cares about himself and his children. Not such a heartless thing.

But as soon as this idea came up, Zhen Jiabao was shocked. For some reason, she always subconsciously felt that her child should not be called Shen Feiyu's father, but this feeling was strange and inexplicable, and Zhen Jiabao didn't know why.

In short, it was very strange——Zhen Jiabao stood there for a long time before moving back to the bed. He looked at the time and found that it was only four o'clock in the morning, so he lay down on the bed tired and prepared to go back to sleep.

It's better to fall asleep, don't think about anything, don't worry.

Yawning, Zhen Jiabao closed his eyes and fell into a sweet dream again after a while, but Shen Feiyu, who had already woken up after confirming that she was asleep, turned around and watched through the light sunlight from the tent. Looking at Zhen Jiabao's sleeping face.

"It's really easy to lie." Shen Feiyu got up on tiptoe, ready to go out for a walk first, and then bring back the young lady's breakfast by the way.

Zhen Jiabao slept until seven or eight o'clock when he came back to the cage, and then slowly opened his eyes, and stretched lazily on the bed.

Shen Feiyu was working on the computer in the outside room, and the breakfast brought from outside was warming on the table. As soon as Zhen Jiabao turned out after washing, he saw those exquisite dishes. The daily bird's nest was tightly covered with a heating tray underneath. Keep warm.

"Why did you get up so early." When Zhen Jiabao saw Shen Feiyu, he remembered what he had said in his sleep this morning, and he lowered his head and straightened his clothes a little embarrassed.

But since it was a dream, Shen Feiyu himself probably didn't remember it. Zhen Jiabao calmed down and sat down at the table, holding the bird's nest in his hand.

"It's nothing... But you, didn't you say you had to make a good plan before, and you woke up later than me."

Shen Feiyu looked at Zhen Jiabao trying to maintain a normal attitude when talking to himself but couldn't hide the flushed side face, which was amused, and deliberately teased.

Zhen Jiabao subconsciously wanted to argue with Shen Feiyu that he woke up at four o'clock in the morning, but when the words came to his lips, he remembered those two words in his sleep, and then forcibly held back them.

"You can rest assured about this, even if I sleep until the sun is three poles, I will definitely beat you."

Zhen Jiabao angrily ate up his breakfast, and when he went out, he found that the engineer had been waiting outside the tent door for an indefinitely long time.

"..." Zhen Jiabao felt inexplicably guilty, and immediately walked to the engineer's side in a few steps.

"Why did Cheng Gong come here so early, and he didn't let anyone say hello to me..."

Zhen Jiabao rubbed his hands and said embarrassedly beside the engineer, but Cheng Gong didn't care about Zhen Jiabao's unintentional neglect.

"It's not long since I arrived. The two security guards said that I don't want to disturb the lady who is having breakfast. The lady doesn't need to take it to heart... Shall we go there today and take a look?"

Cheng Gong and Zhen Jiabao were talking, and then subconsciously glanced into the tent - he knew that Shen Feiyu was also in the tent now, and he also knew that there was a relationship between Shen Feiyu and Zhen Jiabao about this time. Opinions on disaster relief are divided.

Although he agreed with Zhen Jiabao's plan in his heart, Cheng Gong still subconsciously worried that Zhen Jiabao would make things difficult.

However, what worried Cheng Gong the most was whether Zhen Jiabao's plan could be successfully implemented. From his standpoint, of course, he had to consider the future life of the victims. No matter from which level, Zhen Jiabao's plan was more suitable.

Zhen Jiabao also noticed Cheng Gong's gaze, and after thinking about it, he could tell what he was worried about, so he smiled heartily.

"It's enough for you and me to make a good plan, as long as our plan can successfully convince Anderson, there will be no problem, but this still requires your full help."

Cheng Gong was not embarrassed when Zhen Jiabao pierced his thoughts, he just nodded and said in relief: "Since the lady said so, then I can rest assured, why don't you pack up now, and we will set off immediately."

Zhen Jiabao naturally complied, went back to the tent, got his mobile phone, and went out with Cheng Gong to the ruins that he had visited yesterday. Along the way, he was gesticulating with Cheng Gong to discuss his views on the nearby terrain.

When he arrived at the ruins, even Cheng Gong couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise. Yesterday, even Zhen Jiabao could easily see that the terrain here was lower than the sea level, but it was even more shocking in Cheng Gong's eyes.

"I really didn't expect the victims to live in such an environment before, but although the terrain is a bit low, the soil quality is still very suitable for living together. If there are not frequent typhoon and flood disasters here, it must be a good place to live."

Zhen Jiabao twirled a fallen leaf on the ground and sighed: "Where are there so many ifs in this world? The fishermen live here just because it is relatively safe and it will not delay their fishing. "

Although Zhen Jiabao said so, Cheng Gong knew what was going on in her heart, so he continued: "But this is not an option after all, and making a living by fishing is not the only way out for these disaster victims."

He leaned down and picked up some soil from the ground, crushed it in his hands, and then Cheng Gong suddenly stood up and patted the remaining dirt on his hands: "Even for these victims, I will definitely help Miss complete the plan, and after According to my initial observation, the soil quality here can indeed be utilized according to Miss’s ideas.”

Zhen Jiabao's eyes lit up when he heard Cheng Gong's words: "Is what you said true?"

Cheng Gong just nodded with a smile, and then made another request to Zhen Jiabao.

"Although I am confident that I can complete the matter that Miss mentioned yesterday, if I want to proceed to the next step, I am afraid that other experts will need to come to the site to investigate. I am really powerless by myself."

Zhen Jiabao also knew that what he was going to do next was not only in terms of construction, but after the conversation with Anderson yesterday, Zhen Jiabao was also quite spoiled - Anderson's attitude yesterday was obviously that he agreed to change the disaster relief route, but it was just a hindrance. I just don't have a perfect plan yet.

So Zhen Jiabao is not worried about the manpower issue at all right now—it’s okay to mention it to Anderson, Zhen Jiabao believes that Anderson will definitely support his idea.

At the same time, Shen Feiyu was also leading people around to survey the terrain design drawings. He was somewhat puzzled by Zhen Jiabao's thoughts, but he still stubbornly believed that his own approach was the most beneficial to Anderson.

Until the afternoon of that day, the jeep with many architects and designers slowly stopped in front of Zhen Jiabao's tent. Those people got out of the car and asked Shen Feiyu, who had just stayed in the tent, where Zhen Jiabao was. , Shen Feiyu doubted his own thoughts for the first time.