After the divorce, the three gangsters doted on me

Qiao Anhao shook her head: "It's okay."

When eating later, Lu Lulu didn't dare to say anything at all, for fear that if she said something wrong, she would make President Qiao sad again.

During the meal, the bustle just now ceased to exist, and everyone became very silent. Even though Qiao Anhao always liked to be active, the two children were still not very happy.

After eating, Qiao Anhao sat down to send Lu Lulu away, feeling sad.

Toffee and Nuomi held Qiao Anhao's arm and put their heads on them: "Mom, don't be sad. If you let dad know, you will be sad. Dad will be fine."

"Well, I also believe that he will be fine, and he will definitely come back to be with us."

After washing, Qiao Anhao lay on the bed, because she fell asleep early due to the exhaustion during the day, but in the middle of the night, she dreamed that Fu Yanmo suddenly woke up, looking at the empty bed next to her, Qiao An really felt that Incomparably empty.

She sat up from the bed, walked to the bookshelf next to her, and found a photo album from the shelf, which recorded every detail of her and Fu Yanmo.

Looking at Fu Yanmo in the photo, she couldn't stop crying.

"Yan Mo, if you are still alive, uncle, please show up soon, I really can't hold on anymore."

Meanwhile, the Middle East.

A bloody battle came to an end, and only a few people were left on the battlefield to count the casualties. After the count, they walked together to a man wearing a half mask to report the battle.

"This area has been successfully incorporated by us."

"Okay." The man said in a calm and magnetic voice: "You have done a very good job, and you will be rewarded a lot when you go back."

After hearing this, the crowd cheered in unison.

The next day, the man sorted out the current materials and asked his subordinates to distribute the materials to the surrounding people.

The people who came to collect the supplies sent a long line. They were concerned about how many supplies they could get, while looking at the man.

"The new boss this time is a good guy, but no one knows what he looks like."

"I don't know if that half of his face was injured, but we can be sure from the exposed half of his face that this man must be very handsome."

"Yeah, sometimes his eyes will be on my body intentionally or unintentionally, and my body will tremble."

"How wonderful it would be to be his woman."

"What are you thinking? He is the leader, and there must be no shortage of women around him."

"Not necessarily. It's been a long time since I've been here, and I haven't seen any women come in and out yet."

They were still arguing, but his subordinates appeared immediately and stood in front of them and warned them: "Don't talk too much, the boss is also something you can talk about? Keep your mouth shut, and be careful when your head is in a different place."

People didn't dare to say anything anymore, so they could only rush to collect their own supplies.

The man sat alone on the balcony, looking at the long queue in front of him, with a clouded face.

His eyes seemed to penetrate the person in front of him, to a place that no one else knew.

Seeing this, the subordinate hesitated for a long time and came over to him and said, "Boss, there is a village tyrant in the nearby village, should we take this opportunity to take down the village tyrant as well?"

Only then did the man turn his eyes back to the person in front of him: "Go and do it."

"Yes."

After the subordinate finished speaking, he didn't leave, and looked at the man hesitantly, hesitating to speak.

Seeing that he hadn't left yet, the man asked, "Is there anything else?"

The subordinate pursed his lips, thought for a while, and expressed his curiosity about the man: "Boss, you have been here for so long, but the subordinates have never seen you interact with anyone, and have never found a woman, is it here?" The women in the world are not to your liking?"

The half of the man's face was obviously biased towards Asians. Could it be that he is not used to seeing women here?
"Boss, if you want, I can find you some Asian women."

The man shook his head: "No need."

After finishing speaking, he continued: "Other things are my own business, don't inquire about it, go down and get busy."

Knowing that the man didn't want to talk, the subordinates could only nod and leave.

After his subordinates left, the man began to recall the original scene.

When he was drifting at sea, the mercenaries turned their targets on him. In order to preserve the toffee, he could only put the toffee on another inconspicuous boat, and left by himself on a yacht to attract the attention of the mercenaries.

At that time, even he himself felt that he might die.

But he didn't. His boat hit the rocks and was rescued by a fishing boat from the Middle East when it was about to sink.

Thinking of this, he stretched out his hand and rubbed his arm.

The arm still hurts a little, reminding him that what happened back then was not a dream, he doesn't belong here.

After thinking for a while, Fu Yanmo got up and drove to the clinic.

After examining him, the doctor told him: "Your arm is recovering well. Don't use your arm to lift heavy objects during this time. It will recover slowly."

Fu Yanmo nodded.

"By the way, I have something to tell you."

Fu Yanmo frowned: "Say it."

"You know, our country people pay attention to returning the fallen leaves to their roots. I have been floating outside for so long, and it is time for the fallen leaves to return to their roots."

Fu Yanmo was slightly surprised: "Are you planning to return to China?"

The doctor nodded: "It's too chaotic here. Three days a small fight and five days a big fight. Countless people die in front of me every day. After such a long time, I am really tired. I want to go back to China to rest. Maybe it's me. I'm getting older, and I don't have the heart to float outside."

Fu Yanmo nodded and said to the doctor, "Take care."

He was full of worries.

The doctor was about to leave, but he still couldn't go back, and he didn't know what to do.

Sensing his emotion, the doctor patted his shoulder.

"Yan Mo, why don't you go back to China with me."

Hearing this, Fu Yanmo touched his arm and shook his head: "No, I don't deserve to go back."

The doctor sighed: "What do you mean? Your arm will recover sooner or later. Don't tell me you've been staying here, leaving your wife and your daughter without a husband or a father?"

Fu Yanmo burst into tears like rain.

He didn't want Qiao Anhao to see his current appearance. Even he himself couldn't accept his current appearance, let alone Qiao Anhao.

He shook his head and refused the doctor: "Don't persuade me, I've made up my mind."

"Forget it, you can make your own decision. I just hope you don't regret it. I think she hopes you can go back and stay by her side compared to your life or death."

Even though the doctor had said so, Fu Yanmo recalled all the good things he had done with Qiao An, and still felt that she should not be dragged down.

She would have lived a better life without herself.

Fu Yanmo smiled: "I haven't been back for three years, maybe An Hao is already with someone else, I'd better not bother her."

"No one would be so cruel. Your wife's heart is not made of stone. How could she forget you so quickly?"