Young Master Li spoils his wife to the bone

During the process, An An suddenly asked, "Why haven't you left yet?"

Li Jingchen lowered his eyes and looked at him: "Why should I leave? It's rare to see a joke about you, a brat."

An An had no desire to bicker at all. He raised his pale face and said, "Thank you...for sending my mommy away."

Li Jingchen raised his handsome eyebrows: "You don't blame me for taking your mommy away?"

An An opened her mouth and said weakly: "No wonder."

The experts found that Li Jingchen was here to attract An An's attention, and the children's hands didn't even shake, and they were all happy.

The pneumatic cutter continued to work, and the opening on the edge of the box gradually became larger.

at the same time--

An An looked at the tall man in front of her, and said in a hoarse voice after pursing her mouth, "You go downstairs too, and leave me alone."

Seeing that he was about to cry, Li Jingchen couldn't help but sneered: "I don't care about you, won't you blame me again in the future and leave you alone?"

An An froze, and asked with some despair: "...What if there is no future?"

Li Jingchen's eyes dimmed, and then he said nonchalantly, "Then our father and son will meet underground."

An An whispered: "It's so cold underground. If you want to go, you should go to heaven. Those little angels with wings and bare buttocks will play flute next to us and weave garlands for us."

Having said that, how can there be any fantasy on An An's face?

He was just taking the fairy tales that his mother had read to him before, weaving a bright future in another world, and coaxing himself.

"What about daydreaming?" Li Jingchen joked at him.

An An let out a sigh of relief: "Can't I think about it?"

"Okay." Li Jingchen said, his eyes suddenly sharpened: "Don't move, it's almost over."

An An looked down and found that the bomb box had been cut in half. He was overjoyed and couldn't help but "Hmm!"

Seeing this, the experts next to him held back and didn't say, where is this going?

After another minute, the edge of the bomb box was cut open, and it looked as thin as a line drawn with a pen. If you don't pay attention, you can't even see the gap.

"Okay." After the expert in charge of cutting heaved a sigh of relief, he said to everyone: "I'm going to take the cover off."

He then looked at An'an: "Son, can you still hold on?"

An An said "hmm".

"Awesome."

After rubbing the sweat from his palms, the expert carefully reached out and held the lid of the box.

Everyone subconsciously held their breath until the lid of the box was lifted gently, revealing the maze and bomb inside, which meant that they were one step closer to success and death.

"Take the beads, take the beads!" Someone reminded.

The maze in the box is designed in a cartoon style, and the two small beads inside are so small that an adult's fingers can't fit in it at all.

The leader of the bomb disposal team asked, "Do you have tweezers? We can use tweezers to pick the beads out."

The members rummaged through the toolbox, but there was no trace of tweezers.

The team leader made a decisive decision: "Quickly take someone out and go downstairs to buy!"

"I'll go!" One of them went quickly.

Fortunately, tweezers are not a rare thing, they can be bought in convenience stores, supermarkets, and pharmacies.

Soon after, the elevator came to the 7th floor, and the members of the bomb disposal team handed the tweezers they bought to the expert with the most steady hands.

After the other party took it, he first glanced at An'an, and then stretched out the tweezers to pick up the small beads in the maze.

As a result, the bead slipped away when it was pinched for the first time, and the people around them almost stopped breathing.

An An looked at Li Jingchen nervously!

I don't know why, but if he is sure to die, he hopes that the last thing he sees is his father, not anyone else!

Although Li Jingchen has never fulfilled his responsibilities as a father, at this moment, he has to admit that Li Jingchen did not abandon him again.

"Huh, the bead... has stopped."

"Be careful!"

"...I know, this bead is slipperier than I thought."

After taking a deep breath, the expert stretched out his tweezers and firmly clamped one of the beads.

After clamping it, the expert quickly used the other hand to hold it underneath to prevent the beads from slipping halfway and touching the bomb by mistake.

"Put it in here." Another expert picked up a small iron pan and told him to put the beads in.

After successfully transferring one bead, the expert began to clamp another.

I don't know if I have experience or I have adapted to the cunning of the small beads. This time the clipping speed is much faster.

When the second bead was transferred, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

An An's body slumped even more, her back was wet with sweat, and she could only inhale and exhale heavily.

The expert holding the tweezers raised his head and asked, "I can't do it anymore, who will do the thread cutting?"

"Let me do it." The leader of the bomb team said.

"Okay, with you on hand, it will be fine."

Perhaps it was the successful completion of the first two steps that gave confidence to the members of the bomb disposal team. At this time, everyone had three points of smile on their faces.

The leader of the bomb team looked at An'an and said, "Son, although the beads have been taken out, you should not move around for now, lest you break the red thread on your neck."

"Okay." An An nodded, and seemed to be in better shape.

He then looked at Li Jingchen happily.

Li Jingchen smiled at him.

An An couldn't help but recall the day when she met Li Jingchen in the amusement park.

When they went to the haunted house, Li Xiuqi jumped and screamed in fright, and Mommy also moved slowly in fear. Only Li Jingchen walked forward non-stop, and calmly deciphered the secrets of the staff who pretended to be ghosts. Make no sense of accomplishment.

In other words, if someone is pretending to be a ghost in this bomb box, then Li Jingchen is the one who broke the confusion for him, right?

Thinking of this, An An rekindled the hope of "life".

However, no one saw that Li Jingchen's hand behind his back quietly formed a fist.

He didn't stop worrying for a moment, An An's life!

After a short break, the leader of the bomb disposal team began to study the fuse of the bomb.

There are four fuses in total, all of which are red. The leader of the bomb disposal team said in a deep voice, "Look, the person who made the bomb painted all the wires in the same color."

After everyone listened, their hearts sank.

The leader of the bomb disposal team smiled wryly: "Now, which one do you think I should cut?"

After pondering for a while, a member said: "I think, since the bomber said that if the red thread wrapped around the child's neck is torn off, the bomb will be detonated, then we only need to cut the thread that controls it, It’s fine if you don’t.”

The team leader then gently pulled the red thread on An'an's neck, and saw that one of the four red threads connected to the bomb moved accordingly. He only needed to cut it lightly to complete the task.

but--

"What if that person is lying?"