Space Spirit Spring: Farmer Girl Cleverly Headed Home

He Junfeng was not happy and worrisome.

The daughter can't bear the blow, trying to avoid anaesthetizing herself?

He glanced at the calm and endless sea outside the window, raised his hand and gently patted his daughter's back, as if he was afraid of disturbing the baby's innocent dream.

"Here. Wipe away your tears, and be careful to make Haifeng smack his face."

He Junfeng calmed down and wanted to tell him to turn around and return to the voyage. The situation of his daughter really made him feel uneasy.

But the long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain. The blunt knife pulls the flesh more torture. Instead of making my daughter feel awkward and disturbed day and night, it is better to make her cry and die sooner.

At the level of He Junfeng, he still couldn't get accurate internal information, so the old man kept him secret.

He Junfeng is conservative on this matter. In fact, he has been paying attention to the reaction of the Cheng family.

Cheng Yuanzheng is the leader of the new generation in the Cheng family. Although there is a well-known problem with face blindness, it happens to be a disguise.

Cheng Yuanzheng clung to the daughter he had finally found back, and kept calling his wife's daughter. Mingzhu didn't resist his attitude. How could He Junfeng, the future father-in-law, not privately investigate a powerful competitor for his hairy son-in-law?

Unexpectedly and as expected, Cheng Yuanzheng's files belonged to an absolutely confidential level.

He Junfeng immediately felt relieved and let go.

He knew it in his heart. This situation of Cheng Yuanzheng shows that he is absolutely excellent and reliable. He has been rigorously reviewed by the organization and cultivated vigorously. The future is limitless!

Will such a rare talent be easily broken?

He Junfeng believed, but didn't believe it either.

After all, they will be engaged in extremely difficult tasks, and their opponents must be extremely cunning and dangerous people or even huge organizations, and sacrifices are inevitable.

But then again, the Dao is one foot high and the devil is one foot high. The organization of the task must be carefully considered and planned. You will not know that you will not be defeated, and you will send comrades to risk or even die in vain. There must be enough. Backhand, to ensure the safety of comrades to the utmost extent.

Out of confidence in the organization, He Junfeng preferred the latter possibility even if he was directed at the confidentiality level of Cheng Yuanzheng's archives.

But why does his daughter believe that Cheng's expedition is okay?

The semi-novice father He Junfeng is sad.

Su Haitang didn't understand the thoughts in his father's heart, and quickly wiped away the tears and raised his head, the corners of his mouth tightened naturally.

She has not forgotten her own reaction at the moment, the time has come to test her acting skills!

Su Haitang was slightly startled at the unspeakable look in his father's worried and unspeakable eyes, and he turned around in his heart, and quickly caught up with his father's thoughts.

She immediately made the decision to choose a play that is easier to play. She was hit hard and refused to accept the reality of the infatuated girl role!

It can be regarded as a true character.

"He's lost contact here? Find it! Hurry up! Why are you looking at me so stupidly? I'm not Cheng Yuanzheng!"

Su Haitang tried his sledgehammer, and a wave broke out, and he pulled He Junfeng's sleeve with red eyes and pleaded.

"Dad, please give the order and ask them to investigate! Did a passing ship rescue him? Will he be injured and comatose with a high fever? Isn't it amnesia, can't find the way home?"

Su Haitang met He Junfeng's weird eyes, his face stiffened, and he pulled the corners of his mouth unnaturally, secretly annoyed by the quickness of his mouth.

Really careless! I copied the TV series routines, and even the **** bridges came out smoothly.

What should I do if I overdo it? Master, ask for a script!

Su Haitang was at a loss, and the realization of a dazed frustration fell in He Junfeng's eyes, it was hysterical and desperate.

He put his daughter in his arms, blocking her hunting sea breeze.

"Cry if you want, just cry out."

This is my father.

Su Haitang lay in his broad chest, wrapped in a warm military coat, and sighed happily.