glory [rebirth]

After cleaning Liangliang's face, the housekeeper lifted the quilt off Liangliang's body, wrapped him up again, and carried him to the crib that had been prepared.

Jiang Yao stood next to the housekeeper, looking at his skilled movements with a hesitant expression, he hesitated to speak as if he wanted to reach out to hug his son, but he was thinking about something, and finally left the room altogether.

Henry was still standing outside the door, and Jiang Yao concealed the door after going out.

Henry saluted Jiang Yao: "Your Highness."

Jiang Yao nodded slightly and asked, "How is the princess?"

"I haven't woken up yet, I asked j2 to watch over there, and if something happens, I will send a message as soon as possible."

Jiang Yao didn't answer.

Henry continued: "Your Highness, we have reduced the amount of anesthetic before, and it will not have much impact on Her Royal Highness's body. According to that dose, he will still be awake for about three hours."

Suddenly Liangliang started to cry, Jiang Yao frowned and looked back.

"Thank you for your hard work." Jiang Yao said.

Henry saluted Jiang Yao: "Do my duty, Your Highness."

Hearing Liangliang's cries, Jiang Yao obviously became restless. Seeing this, Henry immediately asked Jiang Yao for instructions and left the palace.

in the bedroom.

"What happened to him?" Jiang Yao asked.

"Probably I just took away Mr. Mu's coat." The butler picked up the coat from the chair, and prepared to put it back on Jiang Hao's body.

But Jiang Yao walked over and held out his hand.

So the butler handed him the coat.

Jiang Yao picked up Mu Qingtong's clothes with a puzzled face and smelled them. A familiar faint fragrance came to his face, but more of it was a strong milky fragrance. He moved to Liangliang's neck and smelled it again. , and found that the milky fragrance was exactly the same as that on Liangliang's body.

For some reason, Jiang Yao didn't want to put the clothes back on the kid.

Liangliang kept crying with her mouth pursed, her calves kicking around under the quilt, her arms raised high, and waving in the air.

"Your Highness..." Seeing Jiang Yao froze, the butler reminded him.

"Do children love to cry so much?" Jiang Yao asked.

The butler smiled and said, "Yes, Your Highness, children are like this. The little prince has just arrived in this environment, and he is not familiar with you, so he will inevitably be afraid. You can try to hug him."

After hearing this, Jiang Yao stretched out his right hand and poked at the bright red face, but he hesitated for a while and still didn't hug him up.

The housekeeper said: "Your Highness, you can support the little prince's neck, and put your other hand on his buttocks."

"So?" Jiang Yao put Mu Qingtong's clothes aside, and stretched his hands under Liangliang's body.

"Yes, the little prince doesn't have much strength in his neck yet, so you need to support him."

Jiang Yao picked up his son carefully, and as he expected, bright saliva flowed onto his shoulders, followed by his snot and tears.

Jiang Yao hugged Liangliang stiffly, with a little nervous eyes, and said, "This is too small."

Liangliang was still crying, twitching his shoulders from time to time, hiccupping, and twisting his body to prevent Jiang Yao from hugging him.

"Your Highness, you should put your clothes next to the little prince." The butler advised.

Jiang Yao had no choice but to hold Liangliang with one hand and hang the clothes on his shoulders with the other.

"Your Highness, you can pat him on the back slowly, like Mr. Mu usually does." The butler suggested, "Let the little prince not be afraid, and slowly build a relationship with you."

"Well, I see." Jiang Yao leaned Liangliang's head against his shoulder, and tentatively patted him on the back with his hands awkwardly. Immediately, Liangliang's crying became slightly quieter, but he was still trembling.

Jiang Yao said: "Why is he still crying?"

The housekeeper backed out with a smile, leaving room for the father and son who met for the first time.

After the housekeeper closed the bedroom door, Jiang Yao immediately said, "Don't cry."

Liangliang couldn't understand what he was talking about, and rubbed his nose and tears against his collar.

Jiang Yao: "Why do you love to cry so much?"

Liangliang hiccupped.

Jiang Yao: "..."

Liangliang was a little tired from crying, lying on Jiang Yao's shoulder, Mu Qingtong's coat was placed next to him, and his little hands scratched Jiang Yao's skirt for a while before calming down.

Jiang Yao didn't have any experience in raising children, so he hugged Liangliang for a while, not knowing what to say.

But in the video sent to him by the guards, Mu Qingtong always mutters words every time, and this kid also keeps laughing with his mouth open.

Jiang Yao patted his butt and said, "Little light bulb, why don't you smile?"

Liangliang leaned against him lazily, playing with Mu Qingtong's coat with his fingers.

Jiang Yao: "..."

"You're going to live with me in the future, you know?" Jiang Yao put his hands under Liangliang's armpits, stretched his arms and lifted him up, "Be honest."

Liangliang blinked her eyes, tilted her head, and squeezed the face below into a ball.

The father and son stared at each other for a while, Jiang Yao carefully looked at the boy's facial features, and had to admit that he looked almost exactly like him when he was a child.

What about the miniature version of Mu Qingtong he dreamed about before?

How did you get born to look like this?Still drooling, tsk...

With a look of disgust on his face, Jiang Yao carried his son to the bedside and put him down.

Liangliang frowned, with an unhappy expression on his face, he tilted his head to look around, observing the bed which was much bigger than he usually slept on.

"Little light bulb." Jiang Yao called him.

Liangliang said "ahah" twice, shaking his head on the bed.

"I'm calling you." Jiang Yao suddenly saw a bell in the crib, thinking that Mu Qingtong seemed to have bought him a similar one, so he took it out and shook it in front of him.

Soon Liangliang was attracted by the familiar voice and looked at Jiang Yao's hand.

Jiang Yao rang the bell and said, "Little bulb, how about your name Jiang Hao from now on?"

Liangliang waved her little hand to catch the bell.

"So happy?" Jiang Yao put the bell down and let him hold the edge of the rope, "Like this name?"

Liangliang: "Ah..."

After catching the rope, Liangliang finally smiled at his father.

The eyes are curved like a crescent moon, there are a few shallow wrinkles squeezed out on the small round nose, and the mouth is very wide open, revealing the soft gums.

Jiang Yao looked at his happy look for a while, then suddenly laughed and said, "You finally have someone who looks like your mother."

Liangliang let out a "giggle" laugh, and kept shaking the rope.

Jiang Yao's body was still stained with the snot and saliva that the boy had just flowed out. He stood up, unbuttoned his jacket and said, "Don't move around, I'll go change clothes."

Liangliang had so much fun playing with the bells that he ignored his father at all.

Jiang Yao: "..."

Jiang Yao changed his clothes with a look of disgust, moved the stool in front of the desk to the bed, and then dragged him to the bed by his bright ankle.

Liangliang looked at Jiang Yao in confusion.

"What do you keep looking at me for?" Jiang Yao asked impatiently.

Liangliang looked away and continued to play with the bell rope in his hand.

Jiang Yao: "..."

"What's so interesting about the rope, just keep playing!" Jiang Yao grabbed the bright little wrist, and the soft flesh instantly sank his fingertips, as if he couldn't feel the bone at all.

Jiang Yao: "!!!"

Jiang Yao was completely reluctant to let go of his hand, pinched it with two fingers at different angles, and said with disgust at the same time: "Why do you have so much meat, how much do you usually eat, little light bulb?"

Liangliang didn't have the strength to grab the rope, and suddenly fell beside him: "Ah..."

Jiang Yao put the rope aside and said to his son, "Can I give you a massage exercise?"

Before Liangliang could give him a response, Jiang Yao pinched his little arm and began to move it up and down, muttering words and beating the beat.

The child's bones were extremely soft, Jiang Yao didn't dare to use force, and slowly massaged him according to the set of movements he had memorized before.His whole body was soft, and Jiang Yao was almost addicted to pinching. The feeling of soft flesh wrapping his fingertips made him indescribable, and he was immersed in that comfort and couldn't extricate himself.

The shoes Liangliang wore were like a ball of cotton, wrapping his little feet round. Jiang Yao held that foot in the palm of his hand, took off his little shoes in a strange way, and then gently scratched his little feet. soles of feet.

Liangliang was so itchy that he laughed out loud, retracted his legs to prevent Jiang Yao from touching him, and kicked the other leg beside him.

Jiang Yao pinched his ankle with a smile, and kept scratching him persistently. His bright laughter gradually became hasty, and he kept dodging.

After playing for a while, Jiang Yao kissed his feet, then put his toes near his mouth, and said, "How about I eat your feet? You have too much meat."

Liangliang suddenly kicked out excitedly and hit Jiang Yao on the nose.

Even though he was weak, Jiang Yao was unprepared. That kick made his nose sore and he almost shed tears.

"You little bastard..." Jiang Yao pinched the bridge of his nose and gave him a bright look.

Liangliang looked away innocently: "Ah..."

Jiang Yao: "..."

Jiang Yao said fiercely: "If you kick again, I will beat you, come and continue doing exercises."

Liangliang smiled at him.

The father and son have been playing for half an hour. Jiang Yao disliked his son, and played various games with him tirelessly.The two got acquainted quickly, and Liangliang kept smiling at him, basically without stopping.

Jiang Yao has been pinching his bright and fleshy wrist, pinching his arm that looks like a Michelin tire advertisement, reluctant to let go.

His movements are very gentle, Liangliang has always liked this kind of massage, and he cooperates with Jiang Yao very much.

But after all, the three-month-old child spends almost all day in sleep, so Liangliang soon began to yawn.

Jiang Yao calculated the time when he drank milk last time, and said to him, "Little bulb, are you hungry?"

Liangliang smacked his mouth a few times, frowning as if he was about to cry.

"Wait for me." Jiang Yao said.

There are milk powder and feeding bottles in the cabinet in the bedroom, as well as an instruction manual on the ratio of water and milk. Jiang Yao slowly scooped two spoonfuls of milk powder against the scale, and measured the water temperature with a thermometer before pouring the milk powder in and covering it The lid shook.

The brand of milk powder he asked the housekeeper to buy was the same as that bought by Mu Qingtong, so Liang Liang opened his mouth excitedly when he smelled the familiar milk smell, waving his little hands like clapping.

Jiang Yao tried the temperature again, and stuffed it into his son's mouth after making sure it wasn't hot.

"Slow down!" Jiang Yao was taken aback by the speed at which he drank the milk, his small mouth squirmed for a while, and the milk decreased in the bottle at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it disappeared by one-third in a short while.

Jiang Yao pinched the bottom of the bottle and pulled the bottle out: "Slow down, you little light bulb, will someone snatch it from you?"

Liangliang firmly bit the pacifier with his gums and refused to let go. He glanced at Jiang Yao and continued to drink at that speed.

"Be careful of choking you!" Jiang Yao said impatiently, but he didn't dare to use force, so he had to let his son drink milk like this, "No wonder Henry said you spit milk when you came, can you not spit it if you drink like this?"

Liangliang took a few sips of "gurgling" again, and the movement gradually became quieter, as if he had understood Jiang Yao's words.

Jiang Yao felt strange, why did this kid become so obedient all of a sudden?

Looking up, Little Bulb had closed his eyes and was breathing evenly, but his tongue was still licking the pacifier persistently, and a drop of milk was hanging on his lower lip, as if it would drip down at any moment.

Jiang Yao: "..."

Jiang Yao carefully took the bottle away, wiped his mouth clean with a wet towel, and slowly picked him up and put him in the crib.

Liangliang's mouth was still slightly open, and the tip of his little tongue stuck out a little, licking his lips from time to time.

Jiang Yao moved a chair and sat next to him, and said to himself: "Why are you so stupid, you can fall asleep after eating..."

He has been observing Liangliang's expression after falling asleep. After an unknown period of time, Liangliang seems to have dreamed of something funny, and he grinned and made a smiling expression.

Jiang Yao: "!!!"

Jiang Yao was very surprised, and immediately moved the chair closer, put his face on the railing and continued to observe him.

After a few minutes, Liangliang smiled again.

Jiang Yao silently counted "two" in his heart, and then began to look forward to the arrival of "three".

Two hours later, South District.

Mu Qingtong woke up from a coma, his neck was so painful when he turned back from maintaining the same position for a long time, he gasped for breath, he covered the back of his neck and massaged for a while, and then he recovered a little.

He did not forget the memory of the attack, the crib hidden in the corner was already empty, Mu Qingtong tensed his masseter muscles, and turned his head not to look in that direction.

It was Jiang Yao who kidnapped Liangliang.

Even though they had planned it before, Mu Qingtong was still a little angry. Jiang Yao's action came too fast and he did it too harshly.

It's impossible to say it's not sad.

Liangliang cried like that when she was snatched away...

Mu Qingtong rubbed the space between his eyebrows, sat down on the edge of the bed, and glanced around. The bedroom was in a mess, with broken glass and holes made by bullets everywhere. Various items were scattered all over the place. The person stepped on it a few times, leaving a few messy footprints on it.

Suddenly Mu Qingtong's communicator lit up.

Mu Qingtong felt extremely exhausted both physically and mentally. Without Liangliang by his side, it seemed that he had lost interest in doing everything. The silence around him made him very uncomfortable.

In the past, Liangliang should be breastfeeding at this time, and then they would play games for a while, and then he would hold Liangliang and coax him to sleep.

Will he get used to Jiang Yao?

With so many people in the palace, will Liangliang be brought out by Jiang Yao?

Mu Qingtong sighed, fell on the bed, and covered her face with her hands.

But the communicator vibrated again.

After a long time, Mu Qingtong still picked up the communicator and clicked on the newly received message.

To his surprise, this message was sent by Jiang Yao.

[Jiang Yao: Your son is so stupid, he fell asleep while drinking milk. 】

[Jiang Yao: And when he fell asleep, he laughed a total of six times. 】

Mu Qingtong: "..."

Jiang Yao's disgusted expression when he sent the message appeared almost immediately in front of Mu Qingtong's eyes, as if there was a magic power, half of the boredom disappeared immediately.

He replied wordlessly.

[Mu Qingtong: Don't you like him? 】

[Jiang Yao: I don't like it. 】

【Mu Qingtong:...】

[Jiang Yao: It's so ugly. 】

[Mu Qingtong: ...Oh. 】

After a while, Jiang Yao sent him another one.

[Jiang Yao: Your son's name is Jiang Hao. 】

[Jiang Yao: He also likes this name, so let's decide. 】

[Jiang Yao: No need to reply, Schwartz is monitoring our communication line, I will ask him to withdraw later. 】【Jiang Yao: Be careful. 】

Mu Qingtong: "..."

Mu Qingtong was too lazy to complain about him, so he put the lock screen of the communicator aside, and the screen automatically turned on after 1 minute. It is estimated that Schwartz was remotely controlling and deleting their communication records.

Mu Qingtong was extremely unaccustomed to the sudden absence of Liangliang in his life. He stared blankly at the ceiling, suddenly forgetting what life was like when he didn't have Liangliang.

It seems to be in class?

That's right...he was still studying at the military academy when he didn't give birth to Liangliang, and tried every means to hide his pregnancy.

But now he has been expelled from school, and he has no time to go out to look for a job when he is taking care of Liangliang.

What is he going to do now?

Going out to find a job?

To be honest, with his current physical condition, it is impossible for him to engage in heavy physical labor. He has no student status yet, and he has been recorded by the military academy in his file. It is estimated that a better company will not let him go.

What's more, he didn't have any qualification certificates in his hand, so it was impossible to pass the exam in a short time.

The most critical problem is that he has no money.

Go to a restaurant as a waiter?Serving dishes, washing dishes?

Mu Qingtong was a little confused. For some reason, his thinking was a little slow, and he couldn't think of a good way to solve the problem for a while.

what to do...

Yar City, apartment.

"Dami, I, I want to go to the palace..." Schwartz discussed with Damian.

"Go." Damian gave him a strange look, wondering why he was hesitating.

"But I, I dare not tell the boss... I want to see Liangliang." Schwartz lowered his head and played with his fingers, "Liangliang is so cute, I really want to pinch him..."

Damian laughed and said: "Then you tell His Highness, just go. It is impossible for him not to let you see, why are you so timid?"

"I, I'm just afraid that the boss won't agree... After all, Liangliang just entered the palace, not long ago."

"Ask first." Damian patted his head and asked again, "Do you like children very much?"

"It's bright and cute," Schwartz said.

Damian opened his mouth and was about to say something, but Schwartz suddenly jumped up and covered his mouth: "You mustn't say it!"

Damian: "Ugh..."

"You're going to play hooligans again!" Schwartz said firmly, he had almost figured out Damian's talking habits, every time he said that he liked Liangliang, Damian would change the topic to the two of them body, and then began to move their hands and feet, saying that they could also give birth to a baby monkey.

A few months have passed, and the scars on Damian's body have healed a lot, and he gradually began to show his chest and back in front of Schwartz, but the injuries on his wrists are particularly serious, and almost all of them are wearing wrist guards. Let Schwartz watch it.

He also has several deep scars on his back. Schwartz has repeatedly asked him to apply ointment to remove the scars, but Damian would refuse each time, preferring to spend half an hour in the bathroom by himself.

Schwartz was very helpless with his stubbornness, but there was nothing he could do.

He can only spend more time on diet, let Damian eat more, and overcome the symptoms of anorexia earlier.No matter what Schwartz does, he is very quick to learn. After a few months, his cooking skills are already on par with Mu Qingtong.

Damian is also gaining weight, and although he has not returned to his previous level, he is much better than when he was injured.

The psychologist is very satisfied with his recovery, and the intervention is almost coming to an end.

If there is no accident, Damian will have to go back to school in a month to make up all the lessons that he missed.

ten days later.

The neighbor no longer has any contact with Mu Qingtong, and even when they meet him when he goes out, they will cast strange glances at him.

No one ever asked Mu Qingtong what happened that day, and no one asked him about his child's origin and where he went now.

All the goodwill in the past has now become doubtful.

This made Mu Qingtong a little uncomfortable, but he just couldn't defend himself.

It took Mu Qingtong a long time to clean up the messy house that was destroyed. It seems that the landlord Jiang Yao also greeted him, so he didn't bother him. Since the incident happened until now, he hasn't appeared once.

Mu Qingtong only has more than 200 yuan in his hand. In the past ten days, he has almost no other expenses except food. He has almost no job openings that he reads in various newspapers.

That night, Mu Qingtong went to the street to buy a boxed lunch and came back, changed into slippers, and when he turned on the light at the entrance, he found that the position of the shoes on the shoe rack was not right.

He vigilantly pressed the light in the living room immediately.

Suddenly the whole house was brightly lit.

A strange man sat on the sofa with his back to him, and there was a cup of steaming water on the coffee table.

He held onto the door frame and took a step back cautiously——

It seems that it should come, and it has come.