Rebirth of a Military Marriage: Three Thousand Lovers: Starting with Three Cubs

The fact that Song Mingchen secretly sent Wang Tiebing and Wang Liancheng out to carry out the mission was finally discovered by Zhuang Luming.

Zhuang Luming came to the yard angrily and saw his son helping his wife wash and cut vegetables.

Zhuang Luming originally wanted to hide it from his wife, after all, it involved Anna's emotional entanglement with another man.

It was somewhat awkward facing Lingze.

But the stubborn son only said a few words and made his father helpless.

"If you have anything to say, just say it here. Is there anything that I can't let my wife know?"

Zhuang Luming wanted to beat his son again.

His words were clearly intended to sow discord between him and his daughter-in-law. This stubborn son was definitely a traitor to his father!

He couldn't help but glance at Yu Lingze.

Seeing that my daughter-in-law didn't look reluctant, I had no choice but to say it directly.

"Did you send two people to follow Anna? I'm telling you, the old man of the An family has done our family a favor. You can't kill him, do you hear me?"

Song Mingchen replied expressionlessly.

"He has done me and my wife no favors."

Zhuang Luming choked.

"If you are really angry, just teach Anna a lesson, but don't punish the An family. How can we face Mr. An in the future?"

Yu Lingze knew that Song Mingchen was so persistent just because of her, and he was venting his anger for her.

She looked at her man with loving almond eyes, and stroked the fur of the big golden retriever who was angry and mad as if she was coaxing a little treasure.

"Hubby, just listen to Dad. I don't blame you."

Song Mingchen's ruffled hair was smoothed out in an instant.

My wife really understands him.

He didn't necessarily want to destroy the An family, but he was afraid that his wife would misunderstand that he was reluctant to deal with Anna.

Song Mingchen looked at his wife with a spark of excitement, feeling a little uncertain.

"Really?"

Yu Lingze fell in love with his deep eyes.

Resist the urge to go up and give him a big kiss.

When there are outsiders around, you can't talk, but you can still use your hands.

She reached out and pinched Song Mingchen's extremely elastic face.

"Really! Be good and listen to Dad."

Zhuang Luming looked at his eldest daughter-in-law with gratitude.

The favorability towards Lingze has risen to a new level.

When he was happy, he also wanted to help.

Those who roll up their sleeves have to wash the vegetables by hand.

Song Mingchen didn't want anyone to disturb the world of two people between him and his wife.

He didn't give his father any face at all and drove him away with disgust.

"No, no. Yaya, ask grandpa to tell you a story!"

Song Mingchen moved the three little ones in as reinforcements and happily asked his old man to leave the kitchen.

He and his wife were left alone again.

He likes the feeling of being together with his wife in a small space.

It seems that the whole space is warm in winter and cool in summer, and it feels like spring breeze in all four seasons.

Room 201 of the Forestry Guesthouse in the eastern suburbs of Beijing.

Wang Tiebing was fiddling with a worn-out radio he had found at a scrapyard.

Replaced two broken parts.

Finally, I can hear the sound of radio waves coming from the broken radio.

Wang Liancheng wiped the sweat from his forehead and grinned as if he had eaten a bowl of braised pork.

"Okay, okay! I can finally get the signal.

If you don't fix this thing, we'll have to shell out money to buy a new one.

Hurry, it's time, tune in, it's time for the boss to send a signal."

Wang Tiebing glared at Wang Liancheng.

"Can you make a little louder? Call the police and they'll arrest you and take the spy away, and you won't make any more noise!"

Wang Liancheng immediately stood at attention, chest out, and saluted.

"Yes, I will pay attention next time!"

After pretending to be serious, he leaned over and turned the button to start searching for channels.

Wang Tiebing took a pen and paper and wrote down a long list of numbers.

The radio broadcast it twice and verified it was correct.

He turned off the radio, picked up the second volume of "Selected Works of Mao Zedong", and began to translate the telegram.

After a few minutes, Wang Tiebing put down his pencil.

Wang Liancheng was so anxious that he was like a monkey and was almost scratching his ears and cheeks.

"What's up? What did the boss say?"

"We have to adjust our plans. The boss said to let the An family go. We won't punish them to death. We just need to teach them a lesson and make them remember it."

Wang Liancheng had a bitter face.

"Why does the boss change his mind so quickly? What's the point of this?"

"What? You dare to disobey the boss?"

Wang Liancheng shook his head vigorously.

"I dare not! I am tired of living!"

Wang Tiebing leaned back in his chair and began to think with his eyes closed.

Wang Liancheng knew that Wu Zhuge was starting to get into trouble again. He couldn't disturb him, or he would get beaten.

About half an hour passed.

Wang Tiebing opened his eyes suddenly and began to assign tasks to Wang Liancheng.

"The first thing you have to do tomorrow is to find out the spies that An Hongjun has planted in the public security and national security departments.

The second thing is to find out what the main source of income for the An family is.

The third thing is who are the key people in the An family’s largest network of relationships.”

Wang Liancheng had a confused look in his eyes and a strong desire for knowledge.

"My dear, what does the task assigned to us by the boss have to do with this?"

Wang Tiebing sighed.

"I am disappointed that you are a failure anyway! How come your brain has not improved at all?"

"Okay, okay, okay, you are Wu Zhuge, you are extremely smart, and I am just an ordinary person, not as smart as you, okay?"

"If the boss doesn't allow me to kill him, then I'll take his money, tear up his network of relationships, and cut off his right and left hands. Let's see if he dares to go after the boss again."

Wang Liancheng, the flatterer, came online in a second, with a fawning face, and imitated the traitors in the movies, giving a thumbs up.

"High! It's really high!"

The next day, Wang Liancheng went to find out about the An family's situation.

Wang Tiebing went to the alley near the post office to wait for the gangster from yesterday.

After smoking two cigarettes, the gangster came running over.

Like a Husky wagging its tail at its owner.

"Brother, my brother has found the hiding place of the recipient. Shall we go there now?"

Wang Tiebing threw the cigarette butt to the ground, crushed it with his foot, and shook his head.

"go!"

Wang Tiebing was a little surprised.

Can these street urchins track down professional undercover agents?

He expressed doubts.

"How did you keep up with the others? Without being discovered?"

The young gangster was leading the way in front. When he heard the big brother asking questions, he turned around and bent over to answer.

"That guy is indeed difficult to follow. But my brother is no pushover either.

Someone among the brothers recognized him. That person was Section Chief Qian from the Finance Department of the Post Office.

Although he was wearing makeup and a wig.

But he smelled strongly of tobacco, the smell of Dianchi Lake in Yunnan Province.”

The tobacco leaves from Dianchi Lake in Yunnan Province are famous for their strong and long-lasting aroma. Wang Tiebing knows a little about this.

For heavy smokers, the smell of cigarettes has already penetrated into their skin and cannot be washed away by taking a shower.

“We are in Beijing, and there are very few people who smoke that kind of tobacco.

My brother's maternal family is from Dianchi Lake, so he is very familiar with the smell of the cigarette.

Only then did I recognize Section Chief Qian. "

"Your brother already knew where Section Chief Qian lived? So he didn't have to follow him?"