glory [rebirth]

Although Liangliang's weekly growth figures exceeded the standard by a large margin, Mu Qingtong did not find that he was obese, and his height was always directly proportional to his weight.

The milk powder at home was consumed very quickly, and the price of infant milk powder was high. Milk powder accounted for more than half of Mu Qingtong's daily expenses, and half of the 5000 yuan was spent in a short time.

A month later, Liangliang had fully grown and became white and clean. The neighbors around him liked him very much, and the old men and women often teased him.

But Liangliang is not afraid of strangers at all, and some people even go crazy, the more people tease him, the happier he is, he often "giggles" and drools all over his clothes.

"Liangliang!" There was a deep sense of powerlessness in Mu Qingtong's voice.

He left for a while to go to the kitchen to make milk, and Liangliang stuffed his thumb into his mouth to suck again, his saliva drooling.

Seeing Mu Qingtong coming, Liangliang shook his head and smiled foolishly at him.

Mu Qingtong: "..."

Mu Qingtong sighed, tore off the small towel tied around his collar, and wiped away the drool on his chin.

"You little bastard... hey, don't talk."

Liangliang suddenly became interested in the towel for wiping his face, stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and then laughed again.

Mu Qingtong shook his head, and silently opened his little fingers one by one, "Don't eat your hands in the future, do you understand?"

Liangliang couldn't understand Mu Qingtong's words, so he stretched out his little paw and grabbed his ring finger.

Mu Qingtong: "What's the matter?"

Liangliang looked at him with his mouth open and smiled, his fingers kept changing patterns to grab Mu Qingtong's hand.

Mu Qingtong nodded his little nose.

The doctor gave Liangliang a physical examination, and all the indicators showed that his development was much faster than the average child. Not only his body but also his brain intelligence were far behind other newborn children.

The doctor said that Mu Qingtong was good at raising children, but Mu Qingtong said that it should be inherited from his other father, who has better genes.

Liangliang seldom cries under normal circumstances, and basically smiles when he wakes up. This is the opposite of Jiang Yao, who even took pictures when he was a child with facial paralysis.

It is probably because Mu Qingtong rests very regularly on weekdays, so his biological clock is relatively punctual, and he hardly wakes up in the middle of the night. Only two or three times when he was very hungry did he wake up Mu Qingtong twice, asking him to mix milk powder for him.

The longer the child is with him, the more it feels like he has a telepathic connection with him. Although Liangliang can't even say a word, as long as he "ahhh", Mu Qingtong almost understands what he wants. Times were completely different.

And Liangliang's habit of sleeping on Mu Qingtong's body has never changed. Mu Qingtong consulted a doctor, and the doctor said that it was a sign of the baby's insecurity. When he gets older, he must be exercised slowly after three or four months. Sleeping in bed is more conducive to bone development.

A month later.

Liangliang opened his eyes from the crib, sniffed for a long time without smelling the smell of Mu Qingtong's body, turned his head, twisted his body constantly, finally realized that he was not being held by Mu Qingtong, and immediately burst into tears.

Mu Qingtong was still making soup in the kitchen, when he heard his son crying, he ran to the bedroom, leaned over and patted his arm lightly.

Liangliang hiccupped from crying, and blew a snot bubble, which became bigger and bigger, and finally burst and filled his mouth with snot.

Mu Qingtong wiped it clean for him, dumbfounded, and said helplessly, "Liangliang, do you think you will become a little follower when you grow up?"

Seeing that Mu Qingtong had come to him, Liangliang burped for the last two times in peace, and gradually stopped crying.

Mu Qingtong almost covered his upper body with one hand, slowly stroking his bulging belly and chest with his fingertips to comfort him.

Liangliang stretched out his fleshy arms and waved them for Mu Qingtong to hug him.

Mu Qingtong: "..."

Mu Qingtong got up and was about to leave, but she signaled for a long time without responding, then pursed her mouth and was about to cry, her expression changed very quickly.

Mu Qingtong: "..."

"You..." Mu Qingtong had no choice but to reach out and hug him, dragging his buttocks and slapping him lightly, "Little brat."

The familiar and safe atmosphere enveloped Liangliang in an instant, he put his hand on Mu Qingtong's collarbone contentedly, and opened his mouth slightly, the saliva just dripped out, wetting Mu Qingtong's collar.

"Is Liangliang hungry?" Mu Qingtong asked close to his face, and looked up at the clock on the wall. It has been more than two hours since the last feeding, and this kid should be hungry.

So he went to the kitchen and mixed the milk powder for him with one hand, stuffed it skillfully into his mouth, and subconsciously said: "Drink it slowly, no one will grab you..."

"Hic—" Liangliang obviously turned a deaf ear to Mu Qingtong's words, and drank too quickly, hiccupped and spit out all the milk he just drank, making Mu Qingtong smell of milk all over.

Mu Qingtong: "..."

Sitting on the chair next to him, he turned Liangliang over, patted his back to prevent the milk from choking into his lungs, and said speechlessly, "Did you starve to death in your previous life?"

Liangliang laughed again, grabbed Mu Qingtong's clothes and did not let go, pressed his chubby face with a few drops of milk on his chest and acted like a baby, still making sucking movements with his mouth, persistently begging for milk.

Mu Qingtong had no resistance to his appearance, and said dotingly: "This time, drink more slowly, Liangliang..."

While Liangliang was drinking milk, Mu Qingtong looked up and looked outside.

There was deathly silence outside the window, and the sun shone through the gaps in the leaves, forming spots of light on the ground.There are no pedestrians on the street, and even the cars parked under the street lights on weekdays are gone.

Mu Qingtong felt a little strange, frowned, closed his eyes and listened carefully for a while.

There was nothing but the slight gulp of Liangliang drinking milk.

Mu Qingtong stood up vigilantly, and walked lightly to the bedroom with Liangliang in her arms.

After Liangliang finished drinking the milk, two drops spilled from the corner of his mouth and hung on his chin, smashed his mouth twice, and then continued to hang on Mu Qingtong's body to prepare for routine coquettishness.

Mu Qingtong wiped it with a towel, and said softly: "Lie down for a while, Dad, can you change your clothes? You just stained Dad's clothes."

Liangliang blinked and looked at Mu Qingtong in confusion.

Mu Qingtong gently put him in the crib, squatted down and slowly rocked him down until it was flush with the bed.

Then he took off his coat and put on a bulletproof vest.

Liangliang didn't see Mu Qingtong by his side for a while, and immediately kicked his legs at a loss, and whispered "ahhh" twice to attract his attention.

Mu Qingtong picked him up again, kissed his face to comfort him: "Be good, Dad will be back in a while."

He hid the crib in the gap between the big bed and the wall, the legs of the bed were all put away by him, and he could hardly find the crib at a glance, forming an excellent bunker.

In the drawer was a pistol with 63 rounds of ammunition.

Mu Qingtong quickly assembled the weapon, installed the bullet, and shot the magazine in. Almost instantly, the chamber was reloaded with a crisp sound.

Mu Qingtong walked to the side of the crib again, leaned over and kissed him: "Wait a minute, daddy?"

Liangliang raised her small hand and patted his face.

Mu Qingtong took advantage of the opportunity to kiss his soft little palm.

It is past four o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun is good today. According to the usual practice, all the old men and women around come out to bask in the sun, play chess and chat.

But today's situation looks a little special.

The surroundings were too quiet, apart from the fact that they were sent away specially, Mu Qingtong never thought of any other possibility.

Before he knew it, he and Liangliang were trapped in the encirclement.

Considering Liangliang's safety, Mu Qingtong didn't dare to leave too far away. With a gun in his hand, he paid close attention to all the movements around him.

It was eerily quiet.

Mu Qingtong leaned against the wall and simply closed his eyes to feel it. He tilted his head slightly, and suddenly heard an extremely slight rustling sound from the direction of four o'clock. The first bullet was fired with a bang!

Immediately after the bullet was fired, the still space was torn apart, and the glass shattered and scattered all over the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a masked strong man in black tights swung in with a rope!

Mu Qingtong fired several bullets at him, but almost at the same time, someone opened the door with a key from the outside, and a large number of men in the same clothes poured in.

Mu Qingtong was shocked and shot at them continuously, but the bullets hit their heads and stuck on the helmets without any mistakes.

There were only seven bullets in the pistol, Mu Qingtong stepped back and replaced the magazine with a new one, and fired again at the person rushing in.

They all wore bulletproof vests without exception. In this very short period of time, Mu Qingtong tried to hit their thighs, chests, and arms respectively, but hitting these parts was of no avail. The black clothes were theirs. Thickened bulletproof suits can only temporarily stop them from advancing, and will never constitute a fatal injury.

The sudden loud noise disturbed Liangliang, who was so frightened by the strange movement that he burst into tears.

Mu Qingtong was so anxious that he had no choice but to quickly arrive at the door of the bedroom.

Why don't they attack?Mu Qingtong didn't understand.

Suddenly there was a "bang" sound from the glass in the bedroom, and Mu Qingtong immediately looked back, and saw a man in black adjusting a rope and hitting the window glass with his feet.

Mu Qingtong: "..."

In order to prevent accidents, when Mu Qingtong moved in, he specially replaced the glass of the windows with bulletproof ones, and he would never be able to open them simply by kicking them.

What to do, what are they coming for?

Mu Qingtong changed another magazine, closed the door, jumped on the bed, and pointed the gun at the door.

None of these men in black shot him so far. Don't they want to hurt themselves?

"Bang——" the feet of the man in black hit the glass, and the entire wall began to shake.

Mu Qingtong was short of breath, Liangliang was crying heartbreakingly, and fell into endless fear amidst the loud noise, and didn't understand why Mu Qingtong didn't go to hug him this time.

If there is no Liangliang, maybe he still has hope to rush out, but Liangliang is here, he can't leave no matter what, he will definitely lose this battle.

The overwhelming despair made Mu Qingtong almost out of breath. He pointed his gun at the door and waited for the men in black to open it.

Suddenly the man in black outside the window stopped hitting. Mu Qingtong realized something was wrong, turned around and saw that the man had changed his equipment and took out the cutting machine to cut open the window.

Mu Qingtong: "..."

Who will it be?

Nearly three months after he gave birth to Liangliang, he made a surprise attack and dismissed all the surrounding residents. They just sneaked into his house without shooting him for fear of getting hurt...

What are these people up to?

Liangliang was crying all the time, his voice was almost exhausted, Mu Qingtong looked back at him distressedly, when suddenly the bedroom door was knocked open!

He pulled the trigger instantly!

"Whoosh-"

The bullet hit the wall, and the man in black broke into the door. Mu Qingtong immediately fired the second and third shots!

The people who came in at the beginning were hit by his body armor and hit the wall by the impact. The seven bullets were always shot clean at once. Mu Qingtong wished he had a submachine gun now.

And when he changed the magazine, the window had already been sawed with a small round hole.

Mu Qingtong looked at the hole, and before he raised his gun, the man in black at the door pulled the trigger on his leg, and a special bullet went in!

The anesthetic was suddenly pushed into his muscles, and the medicine dispersed all at once, and he immediately lost all feeling in his leg, and immediately knelt down on one knee.

Then a second shot of anesthesia was delivered, scraping the edge of his bulletproof vest and injecting it into the base of his thigh.

"Well……"

The men in black outside the door rushed in, rushed to the bed, dragged him down, threw him on the ground, and then gave him another injection.

At this moment, Mu Qingtong completely lost the ability to resist. The three large doses of anesthetics made his vision and hearing gradually blurred, and even Liangliang's crying could not be heard clearly.

But his heart seemed to have been stabbed severely. He wanted to stand up and resist, but the foot of the man in black stepped on his back, and he didn't even have the strength to raise his head.

The masked man in black lowered his head and looked at him quietly.

In a daze, Mu Qingtong felt that this person's eyes looked familiar.

Mu Qingtong opened his eyes with difficulty, and watched Liangliang being carried out of the crib, his calf was kicking wildly, his mouth was wide open and he was crying loudly, his little face was flushed red.

Mu Qingtong burst into tears instantly, Liangliang was about to be taken away.

Who are they, and why did they take Liangliang away?

What will they do to Liangliang...

The man in black wrapped him up with a small quilt in the bright crib, covered him tightly, exposed his head outside, and pinched his little hands to keep him from moving.

Liangliang cried so hard that she couldn't breathe, and the crying had gradually weakened, and she suddenly hiccupped and vomited out the milk she just drank.

The man in black seemed to be taken aback by him, and hurriedly carried him out of the bedroom.

Liangliang... Mu Qingtong's eyes turned black, his limbs became weaker and weaker, and he seemed to be out of the control of his brain, but at the moment Liangliang was carried out of the bedroom, he didn't know where the strength came from, and he struggled to use it instantly. Prop your body on your elbows to stand up.

But the foot that stepped on his back suddenly exerted force, and stepped on him again all at once.

"Hmm..." Mu Qingtong groaned in pain, followed by a desperate wail.

His son was taken away.

The person who was stepping on him leaned down again, looked at him for a while, and opened his eyelids to observe, as if to confirm how the medicine was working.

A few minutes later, the man in black withdrew from the bedroom and took Mu Qingtong's gun with him before leaving.

Mu Qingtong lay on the ground, the carpet was already soaked by his tears, he remained in the original position without moving, and there were two obvious footprints on his back.

He tried hard not to close his eyes, but the strength of the three anesthetics made him unable to stay awake. Five minutes after the man in black left, he finally passed out.

Before losing consciousness, the eyes of the man in black who was staring at him appeared before his eyes again.

Those eyes were extremely familiar. Although he hadn't seen him a few times, they left a deep impression on him a few months ago.

It is j7.

Royal Guard.

outdoor.

"Quick, quick! Choking!" Henry yelled, "Where's the doctor! The doctor—"

Several doctors got out of the car in a hurry, took Liangliang from Henry, and began to do emergency rescue.

j7 took the communicator and made a call.

"Your Highness, it's done..." j7 glanced at the bungalow, "Well, according to your instructions, three injections of anesthesia were put down... Now the little prince is choking on milk, and the accompanying doctor is treating him."

j7 paused for a while and said again: "Yes, Your Highness."

After he hung up the phone, he said to the doctor: "Go back to the palace as soon as it's done. Don't delay. Your Highness has already issued an order."

The doctor nodded quickly.

The situation of Liangliang choking on milk was not serious, but she was crying too much and lacked oxygen, which made the doctor busy for a long time.

No matter how the doctor tried to comfort him, he still refused to stop crying, as if he knew that Mu Qingtong was still lying in the bedroom, but his crying gradually changed from heart-piercing to soft sobbing, his face was still flushed, and his nose and tears were blurred On the face, there are still some white milk stains stuck to it.

After the car drove a long way, Liangliang's tears still couldn't stop, and her small body was trembling with fear, which made people feel very distressed.

"Why are you still crying?" j7 asked with a small frown.

The doctor sighed and said: "He is afraid, there is no familiar smell around him, and there is no familiar person around him."

"Then will it be okay for him to see His Highness?"

The doctor shook his head and said, "I'm not sure either...he has never established any relationship with His Highness, and he has basically been with Mr. Mu during the past three months."

j7 didn't have any experience in raising children, so he could only keep silent, silently praying for the nature of father and son, hoping that Liangliang would be able to recover after seeing His Highness.

"Did you take Mr. Mu's coat when you came out?" the doctor asked suddenly.

j7 was taken aback.

Then a team member said: "I remember to take it!"

"Give it to me quickly." The doctor quickly reached out to take it, covered Liangliang with Mu Qingtong's coat, and then gently shook him in his arms.

Liangliang cried and cried, and suddenly smelled the familiar fragrance of milk, and finally gradually calmed down and wrote down, closed his eyes and sobbed intermittently, and finally stopped crying.

The people in the car breathed a sigh of relief.

This time period is not the rush hour of traffic, and the road is almost unimpeded, Liangliang cried a little exhausted, wrapped in Mu Qingtong's coat, and soon fell asleep.

After appeasing the little prince, Henry asked the team members about their injuries in a low voice. He had learned Mu Qingtong's marksmanship a long time ago, and he was always fast, accurate and ruthless.

In order to prevent the team members from being injured, they specially put on the newly developed body armor model, which can ensure absolute safety even if the movement is inconvenient.

Immediately, the team members made gestures one after another, telling Henry that he was fine.

Jiang Yao anxiously waited for the team members to return in the palace, his mood was extremely complicated.

On the one hand, he will be able to see his son soon, on the other hand, Mu Qingtong is still unconscious in the rented house, what effect will such a large dose of anesthesia have on his body?

It took him a long time to implement this plan. For today's step, he specially asked the equipment department to develop this new type of body armor, and made a series of plans in advance.

Mu Qingtong just gave birth, and his body will not return to its original level in a short time. Any attack may cause him several times the usual damage.

But they can't drag it on for too long, as it will reveal their secrets over time.

So Jiang Yao racked his brains for a long time, and finally decided to ask the guards to snatch the child when Liangliang was about three months old.

Let Mu Qingtong really have nothing and drive him to a dead end.

I don't know if this scene can fool Herman.

In order to ensure that there is no trace of acting, Mu Qingtong told him before that if he has any plans, there is no need to greet him. As long as he knows a little bit, the reaction will not achieve the most natural effect.

Jiang Yao sat by the window with serious eyes, looking at the bustling city of Yar, his mood was complicated and he couldn't calm down.

In terms of how cruel he is to himself, Mu Qingtong is undoubtedly one of the most powerful.

After waiting for about half an hour, the guard's car hurried into the palace through the secret passage.

Henry held Liangliang in his arms and dared not walk too fast, for fear of disturbing his sleep.

Jiang Yao opened the bedroom door wide open to welcome his son.

Jiang Yao absolutely did not expect that the first time he saw his son, the boy was covered with dry snot all over his face, and there were some dirty milk stains around him.

Jiang Yao: "..."

He was still covered with Mu Qingtong's coat, the housekeeper gently put him on the bed, and Jiang Yao followed him.

Liangliang in her sleep was wriggling her small mouth again, and the tip of her small tongue was licking her lower lip.

The housekeeper came over with a warm wet towel, Jiang Yao frowned and asked, "Will wiping his face wake him up now?"

The butler shook his head and whispered, "Wipe slowly, you won't wake up."

Since he was also brought up by the housekeeper, the housekeeper's experience in this area is much richer than him, so it's not easy for him to interrupt.

While the housekeeper was wiping his son's face, Jiang Yao stared at his son, thinking that it took three months to finally see the real thing.

She looks the same as in the photo, but looks softer than in the photo, her whole body is small, and her facial features are exactly the same as when she was a child.

Although he still felt that the little light bulb was a bit annoying, Jiang Yao still stretched out his hand out of nowhere and poked his palm.

The moment he met his son, Jiang Yao suddenly chose a name——

Jiang Hao.