I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

When did the smoke come back?

The specific time Jiang Chen can not remember, only vaguely remembered as if after Sun Jiao was pregnant, on the way home on one day, God turned to a nearby supermarket, bought a pack of cigarettes, and then he Mouth…

This taste is really nostalgic.

Noisy in the noisy with a hint of spicy.

How long has it been?

Can not remember.

After coming out of her father’s mother’s house, Jiang Chen did not rush to drive home. Instead, she drove off to the seaside.

Parked the car on the side of the road, squatted on the railings of the observation deck, and Jiang Chen, who had sunglasses on her nose, looked at the distant sea.

The sunset, the woman who ran late on the Qingshi Brick Road, and the swimmers behind him, seemed to be printed on a painting. From the laughter that followed the sea breeze, there was a bit of familiarity.

At the time, he seemed to be standing in the same position.

Only at that time was he just a nameless soldier, and now he, even if he stood here smoking, there are at least a dozen individuals behind to protect the secret … …

Smiled and shook his head, Jiang Chen would not finish smoking cigarettes, smoothly into the trash next to.

This is probably the last one.

The sunglasses were taken off and stuffed into his pockets. Regardless of the side of the road or a strange look, or a passerby who took out his cell phone with excitement, Jiang Chen walked slowly toward the direction of his car Luka 2020 Memorial.

……

As time passed, I saw Sun Jiao’s stomach bulge.

Some are staring at their stomachs with guilt. They have never had children, and they have never even thought of one day as their mother’s grandmother. They sometimes have a puzzled expression, and sometimes they show happy giggles.

Whenever she reveals that happy smile, the women will be envious.

Especially Aisha.

From time to time, she would stare at Jiang Chen with a look of hope.

Although nothing was said, the watery blind man had already expressed all the words she wanted to tell.

The next one is Xia Shiyu. Although she does not want children, she is too troublesome and can’t take care of her work. But every time when I say this, my eyes are unnaturally stealing sight of Jiang Chen.

During this time, Jiang Chen lost his entire body in a circle, as if the extra flesh was transferred to Sun Jiao’s stomach. It wasn’t because of waiting for Sun’s thinness. Since Qian Xia moved in, a professional person came to care. Jiang Chen was a lot easier.

However, at night…

For the first time, Jiang Chen felt that sexual fumes would be disturbing.

“My wife’s body is very healthy and even I was taken aback. Generally speaking, two months of pregnancy, there will be a period of weakness, and this time is also the most vulnerable time for pregnant women… But from my wife, I I didn’t feel anything weak.”

After serving Sun Jiao and sleeping, Qian Xia slammed the door lightly, just in front of Jiang Chen who was standing in the corridor. She was smart and smart at first sight of why Jiang Chen was standing here, so she smiled and said softly.

Relieved, Jiang Chen smiled at ease.

“It’s hard for you.”

“It’s okay. It’s my honor to serve the master.” Qian Xiying smiled and politely groaned slightly. After talking with Jiang Chen about a few things that should be noticed during pregnancy, she turned back to her room.

……

Due to concerns about affecting the development of the fetus, since the stomach has gradually risen, the number of times that Sun Jiao has gone to the end of the world is also much less.

In the past, most of NAC’s government affairs were handled by the Marshal’s wife. This did not go back for more than a month. The government affairs on the desks were piled up.

Even if the heart is more or less reluctant, but at this time, Jiang Chen can only resolutely regained the Marshal’s duties. So many people have accidentally discovered that often Marshal adults who do not see the end of the dragon, actually went to the Marshal’s House every day for the first time.

Instead, Mrs. Sun, who appeared in the Marshal House every day, disappeared from their sight.

Their confusion did not last long.

At a high-level NAC meeting, Jiang Chen took a suitable opportunity to announce this good news to everyone in surprise after Cheng Weiguo reported on the growth of NAC’s reserve.

“Short to say, I want to be a dad.”

The conference room was quiet.

Starting from Wang Qing on the left, people’s reactions first lingered there, and then their faces gradually showed joy and even ecstasy…

There will be no more exciting news than this throughout the year.

After hearing this good news, many people even excited tears.

For an oligarchic regime such as NAC, the descendants of leaders are more important than anything, just like the emperor’s Chujun. For those who are loyal to NAC and whose life is already integrated with NAC, even if NAC lays out more land, building more colonies overseas will be less important than Jiang Chen’s giving them a healthy heir.

This heir does not have to be more powerful than him, or even mediocre, as long as it is not too pitiful, this is enough!

The countries that NAC has laid down are the three or four generations who can’t finish.

All they need is someone who can hold on to this country and this is enough.

In the absence of Jiang Chen’s intention to hide, the news spread wildly.

The sixth quarter cheered for this celebration for a whole week, and the emotion of joy filled almost everyone’s face.

Only those survivors who had just revived from their low temperature dormant room were covered with sadness. Because that dictator had a son, this land was a step further away from the free and prosperous Pan-Asian cooperation.

Of course, this young monk only dared to think in his heart, and even dared not say it.

Because the last one was high in the tavern, the one who stood up and complained to the Marshal’s “tyranny” had been sitting next to the mercenary who was drinking and eating meat and smashed his front teeth with his fist.

Zhou Guoping, who was far away in North America, ordered the guards of the outpost to put fireworks for a full night. Lu Fan, who was born in the pro-guards, hurried back to Wanghai from NAC’s northern capital Beijing and presented his congratulations to Jiang Chen personally. He also made a precious gift—weaving the back fluff of the saber-toothed beast in the northern wilderness. Coat.

Almost everyone is cheering for this coming successor.

Many survivors in wasteland live in colonies. No matter how powerful they once were, the cause of their ultimate destruction is more than half because of the issue of political succession.

Marshal’s prestige is naturally no challenge, and no one has the qualification to challenge.

Whether it is a strategic vision, or an individual brave enough to single out the mother of dead claws, it has become the myth of survivors in East Asia. Even distant North America and Western Europe have heard about the legendary experience of this leader.

But as long as it is a person, it will not escape.

Even if the marshal has been mythically survivors, this myth is also destined to be finished the day.

At least, in the eyes of most people.