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Hearing the sound of the door opening, Morris followed the sound and saw that it was Han Jing, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, he turned his head and stared at the video image on the light screen.

"He's back? Your eyes are like the sunshine in Florida, which can melt the ice and snow." Opposite the video is a luxurious villa with lush palms and bright lights.The bright lights are reflected in the outdoor swimming pool through the floor-to-ceiling glass. The Anoid substance is like azure sea water, with circles of light golden ripples.

"But what kind of beauty will it be when the ice and snow melt? Your planet has only one star?" Cymo smiled overwhelmingly, holding her perfect jaw, and looking at Morris in the video with her beautiful purple eyes.Sitting beside the swimming pool, he seemed to be naked. His long black hair flowed down like a spring, sliding down his white skin like jade.

Cymo still speaks the language of Kamera, and communicates freely with Morris through the transmission of the Internet in a way that humans cannot decipher.However, his talent is really amazing. He actually knows the place name in human language, Florida, and the scenery of the earth that he has never seen before, the snow-covered winter ice and snow.

"The snow scene of Lake Lugano is very beautiful. I have been there several times. If you want, you can ask Lance to accompany you there. It is covered with snow, there are mountains and lakes, and there are historic villa galleries." Morris obeyed The federal government made the final decision not to miss any chance to bring the two together.

"Lance? The person who frequently appears in front of me and is often in a daze?" Cymo smiled broadly, without any special changes, and tapped the light screen with her beautiful fingers, admiring the snowy scenery of Lake Lugano from Morris picture.

"Lance is your bodyguard. He is responsible for your safety." Morris replied calmly. It is easy to make Lance fall in love with Cymo; .This feeling requires crazy enthusiasm, surely it will not be inferior to my current mood?

"He seems a little silent? Does he feel that he has lost his status as a major general?" Cymo stood up gracefully and looked at Lance not far away. Just as their eyes met, the other party immediately lowered their eyes, obviously avoiding him.

"Or because I saw my real side?" Cymo pursed the corners of her petal-like soft lips, a trace of cunning flashed across her beautiful purple eyes, her body was light, and she jumped into the sea-blue Anoid material, bursting into waves of fine waves .

After a moment of silence, a peerless face emerged on the blue water, with a perfect body and long wet hair like ink.

"Say hello to Han Jing for me." Cymo swam back and spoke clear English, with her arms resting on the edge of the pool, her silvery fish tail reflecting a bright and dreamy luster under the quiet moonlight.

"You are in charge of Cymo?" Han Jing stood beside Morris, looking at the beautiful face frozen in the video. Even if it was a random snapshot for a moment, it was still perfect.

"He seems to be living in a private villa? Isn't he afraid of the possibility of being leaked?"

"The Capel district where he lives has been completely controlled by the federal government, and the neighbors around him are all our special personnel." Morris closed his optical computer notebook, and chatted with Han Jing about some irrelevant and hidden content.

"But won't Lance be a bit inferior to let Lance become a bodyguard?" Han Jing learned that the senior and Lance had just been promoted because of SG-I's exploration.

"Lance has experienced galaxy exploration and gets along well with Cymo. He is the most suitable candidate at present." Morris replied lightly, not wanting to reveal the relevant S-level secrets, and deliberately changed the subject.

"I don't know what happened these two days? What I want to eat are tastes that I seldom eat before, and I'm even a little tired, so I have to take a nap every day?" Morris frowned, only to feel that he was recently Han Jing was too lazy to wait, and his body seemed to sink a little more.

"Isn't it because children grow up fast? It will inevitably consume more and more energy for you." Taking out a package of dishes and filling the table, Han Jing almost moved the Sukhothai restaurant back.

"Mango rice, Tom Yum Kung soup, and Thai lemon fish with lime juice." Han Jing has slowly figured out Morris's picky tastes, such as seafood, as long as the cuisine is sour and sweet, Morris will not feel sick.

"She seems to have grown a lot?" Morris stood up, and because of the busy afternoon, the waist that had been sitting upright was sore, so he couldn't help rubbing it, and came to Han Jing's side.

"I'm now... I'm afraid I can no longer cover up this increasingly rich belly?"

"If you can't cover it, you can't cover it. It's a matter of time anyway." Han Jing took the pillow and put it behind Morris' waist, "You have to eat more and keep making up. When you come back from the hospital, those pregnant women who are pregnant for more than five months are better than you?"

"I was too careless before, and I will definitely make you fat in the future."

"I don't want to be too fat..." When I thought of the pregnant women and pregnant women I saw from a distance in the hospital, some of them were obviously well-fed, almost out of shape, and bloated that was difficult to recover after giving birth.Morris frowned secretly. He was very concerned about his image, and the chopsticks in his hand stopped.

Normally, Han Jing would have noticed the subtle changes in Morris, but now, when he thought of his mother's phone call, his reaction was a few beats slower.

"Do you have something on your mind?" Morris was keenly aware that the bowl was empty, and Han Jing didn't keep picking up vegetables for himself as he was used to.

"It's a long vacation, it's almost a few days away...how are you busy with your work?" Han Jing recovered and replied tactfully.

"It's almost done. You should have a good rest on the weekend." Morris put down the bowl and chopsticks, and held Han Jing's hand, "What? Do you have plans for the weekend?"

Facing Morris' sharpness, Han Jing asked for advice: "I wonder if you would like to? Do you have time? The weekend is my father's birthday..."

"You want to take me to meet your parents?"

"Yes, I know it's a bit hasty..." Han Jing smiled and said, "If you have arrangements, can I take you next time?"

Morris was slightly taken aback. Although it was expected, but when it was really on the schedule, he was a little bit inexplicably cramped in a high position.It's like entering the society for the first time, facing the superiors, a feeling that I haven't had for many, many years.

However, he quickly calmed down and said with a calm smile, "What does your father like? When we meet for the first time, I always buy some formal gifts, and you Orientals seem to have a lot of particularities?"

"You want to accompany me home?"

"Yeah." Morris smiled lightly and pursed his lips.

It went smoother than expected, and Han Jing happily put his arms around Morris: "Just accompany me back, and leave all other troublesome things to me."

Huaining is an ancient city in the south of the Yangtze River with a long history, where the tomb of a famous general of the Han Dynasty is buried, and it has been thousands of years ago.Han Jing's home is in the southern district of Huaining City, far less bustling than the bustling metropolis, even from the airport, it still takes half an hour to get there by high-speed train.

On this day, Morris hardly rested. He was anxious to finish the final work during the day. In the afternoon, he accompanied Han Jing on the most crowded Friday flight, flew thousands of miles, transferred to the high-speed rail, and came to Huaining, Han Jing's hometown.

"Are you tired? I'll be home soon." As soon as he got into the taxi, Han Jing secretly held the hand of the person next to him, feeling distressed.At this moment, the sunset glow is salmon red, and it is dusk, three hours later than originally planned, all delayed in the busy airport control.

"It's okay." Morris smiled and held Han Jing's hand back, concealing his lazy tiredness, and looked out of the window.

"That's Hanhou Garden, where the tomb of the Marquis of Huaiyin is buried. He was a founding hero in the Western Han Dynasty." The car was flying fast, and Han Jing suddenly stretched out his hand, pointing to an antique oriental garden.

"I know him. Han Xin, Marquis of Huaiyin, was born as a halberd master. He later worshiped as a great general of the Han Dynasty. He was invincible in all battles in his life. He won many battles with less and was never defeated." Morris replied slowly, looking at the white wall. In the pavilions and pavilions in Wanei, the eyes of sapphire seem to be contemplative.

"Cultivating plank roads in the clear, crossing the old warehouses secretly, building camps against water, pulling out flags and changing flags, sinking sand and breaking water, besieged on all sides... He left too many classic battles for the military of the East, but some classic battles are difficult for future generations to reproduce? Just It seems that there are many famous generals in the East who followed suit repeatedly, but the result of every battle was a disastrous defeat."

"As for his opponent, Xiang Yu, the Overlord of Western Chu, he also won more with less in his life. There was only one defeat in his life, and that was at the hands of Han Xin. In the end, Wujiang killed himself." Morris said slowly, as a Westerner He is well aware of this ancient oriental history, and has obviously studied it in depth.

Han Jing couldn't help being surprised by the surprise, and his understanding of this period of history was only so.

Morris looked back and smiled: "I once studied in a military school."

"So that's the case." Thinking of Morris's status as an admiral, Han Jingting nodded, saw the familiar scenery flying by outside the window, and said again: "I'm almost home, don't forget what I told you. My father's temper is a bit tough, At that time, if there is something that is not against you, please be patient and don't confront him."

Han Jing was a little uneasy. He was well aware of his father's temper. He had been the head of the family for decades, and he was always used to treating himself in a disciplinary tone. Presumably he would also treat Morris, who had never been trained?As for Morris, he was a four-star general. Few people in this world would dare to teach him face to face.Just thinking about this gave Han Jing a headache.

"Is that why you have no confidence in me?" Morris patted Han Jing's hand and said with a faint smile, "Don't worry, I know in my heart that I will not be inferior to your brother-in-law's performance. Isn't your brother-in-law getting along well with your father? It should be Very harmonious?"

"The relationship is very good, but that's because my sister is filial, unlike me, who insists on her own mathematics research. In the past few years, she has had a bit of a fight with her father. I am worried that it will anger you."

"Why? You are very good at mathematics."

"It is excellent, but in my father's eyes, mathematics research has no money at all. He always hoped that I could go into business, inherit the family business, and give up my so-called hobbies, but I don't like these. I hope my life I can make my own decisions, instead of living under the eyes and pressure of my parents."

Morris frowned, as if he could understand Han Jing's troubles and the traditional pressure that the Orientals endured.

"No matter what you do, as long as it is what you like and complies with the laws of the federal government, I will support you." Morris took Han Jing's hand and shook it firmly.

Han Jing wanted to say something, but he felt Morris' introverted love. Whether he was on the distant Nordic planet or back on the earth, he always silently guarded and helped himself to smooth everything out.

Just then, the taxi stopped in front of a villa.The front yard of the villa is in an oriental style, with quiet green bamboos and fragrant peach blossoms. There is an octagonal pavilion for rest under the peach blossoms in the bamboo forest.Reflecting the salmon red sunset, a middle-aged woman walked out quickly.

"Young master, you are finally back. My wife can't wait any longer and wants to pick you up at the train station."

"Mother Zhang, didn't I call in the afternoon? The plane was a bit late, just because I was afraid you were in a hurry."

Seeing the young master personally open the rear compartment, he unscrewed the half-meter-high suitcase by himself.With such a heavy luggage, the friend who came out with the young master didn't help, and he was a blond western man?Zhang Ma looked at Morris suspiciously while helping to unscrew the luggage.

"Who is this gentleman?"

"His name is Morris." Han Jing smiled and answered very concisely. As soon as he walked up the stone steps, he saw his mother coming out from inside.

"Mom!" Han Jing stretched out his arms, and happily ran up to hug his mother, "Miss me? Huh?"

"Think, think. Let go of me quickly, I'm about to be suffocated by you." Mother Han said angrily with a smile, but her hands tightly hugged her son, rubbing her son carefully.

"You seem to have lost weight again?"

"Mom...you always say the same thing every time I come back. If you talk like you, I'm almost as thin as the fabled African starving people."

"But this time... it seems that you really lost weight?"

"What's the matter!" Han Jing was sloppy, not daring to reveal any work secrets.

Morris stood aside, looking at the intimacy between the two mothers and children, a faint gloomyness flashed across the eyes of sapphire, and he couldn't help recalling the past when he was a teenager, and the bits and pieces between himself and his mother who died young.

Mother Han hugged her son tightly for a while, until she confirmed that Han Jing was safe and standing in front of her, she came back to her senses and noticed the strange guest brought back by her son in silence.

Why didn't I see the girl mentioned on the phone...?

Mother Han was slightly taken aback, and secretly looked at Morris, who turned out to be a blond and blue-eyed Western man.The appearance is very handsome, even though there is a smile on the lips, there is a natural arrogance in the brows, which is something Han Mu can accurately identify with decades of experience.

This kind of person... shouldn't appear by his son's side?Will he have a special language with people who work in mathematics?

Thinking of Han Jing's former classmates and colleagues... Han's mother couldn't help being puzzled, and looked at Morris again, and found that he was tall and straight, with a very outstanding temperament, even more impressive than some of the most popular stars.But he seems a little rich?This handsome face seems familiar?Where do you seem to have seen it?

Sensing his mother's gaze, Han Jing smiled and walked over, holding Morris' hand tightly.

"Mom, he's Maurice, the man I told you about."

Han Mu opened her lips slightly, and she didn't make a sound for a long time. Finally, she took a deep breath, put her well-maintained hand casually on the pearl necklace on her chest, and smiled slowly: "So it's your friend, come in first." Say, don't stand outside."

"Mother Zhang, you carry the young master's luggage up, and then prepare today's dinner." Mother Han interrupted her son, seeming to order calmly, but she turned her face to the side to hide the forced smile on her face.