Dear Commander-in-Chief

When Gu Qiqi heard Gong Jue’s name, a faint injury flashed across her eyes. Her long eyelashes fluttered and quickly covered it up.

As expected, she let the Little Milk Bun go. Instead, she said to Chu junmo, “There’s news from a small town near Hanbei Ridge that werewolves have appeared recently. I want to take a look. Little Milk Bun, I’ll have to trouble you to take care of him for me.”

Chu Junmo’s lips moved. “Qiqi, I know you really want to find him...”

“I don’t really want to!”Gu Qiqi flatly denied.

The corner of Chu Junmo’s lips twitched. Qiqi, you can’t wait to leave the little boy and go find him, and you still say you don’t want to?

“I just...”Gu Qiqi bit her lip. “I want him to come back and get beaten up! He owes us, mother and daughter. Beating him 10,000 times a day isn’t enough to vent his anger.”

Chu Junmo’s heart ached.

For the past three years, he had watched Qiqi raise the little boy every day.

It was hard for single mothers to raise their children. If they didn’t personally experience it, they would never be able to taste it.

Even if he, Beigong Mingtian, and the others tried their best to help her, there were still some things that couldn’t be replaced.

Every night, she would stay up late to breastfeed and coax the little boy to sleep. Also, the little boy would be very clingy when he was sick. As long as Gu Qiqi hugged him, no one would want him.

Often, qiqi would stay up all night. She would hug the Little Milk Bun and Hum a moonlight tune as she paced around the room..

If Gong Jue was here, it would be good to share half of the burden.

However, Gong Jue was indeed dead.

Back then, the staff members who collected the corpses hated Gong Jue to the bone. Gong Jue escaping from prison made them lose all face.

If Gong Jue hadn’t died, they would have thrown him in court to receive the death sentence.

They hated Gong Jue the most. How could they let go of such a good opportunity and let him die so easily?

Therefore, the only answer was that Gong Jue was really dead. There was nothing they could do. They could only bury the case.

Gong Jue was dead, and Chu Junmo wanted to tell the truth about the nameless village more than ten years ago, but he didn’t say it out loud.

Confessing was to save Gong Jue’s life.

And now, all of this was meaningless. Even if he could save Gong Jue’s reputation, what was the point of him being dead?

So, he shut his mouth and let the truth continue to be sealed.

He was only good to Qi Qi, good to the little milk bun, and especially good to the little milk bun, to the point where there was no limit to his pampering.

When little milk didn’t know how to walk, he liked to ride big horses. He was willing to lie on the ground and be a horse for her to ride.

He gave the little milk whatever she wanted. Even if she wanted stars and moons, he couldn’t wait to climb up to the sky and pluck them for her to satisfy her.

It could be said that he almost took on half the role of a father for Gong Jue.

This could be considered his guilt and apology to Gong Jue.

It was also his protection for Qi Qi.

However, three years had passed, and Qi Qi still only had gong jue in his heart.

He could no longer tolerate other men.

Sometimes, he would be unwilling, but most of the time, his state of mind was very peaceful. Even if Qi Qi did not have him in his heart, he could be together with Qi Qi, the little milk bun, and the little ball, calm and stable, living without change was the happiness of a lifetime, and it was also the happiness he dreamed of.

But now, Qi Qi not only firmly believed that Gong Jue was not dead, but he had to find Gong Jue personally!

This made him feel a little uneasy..

What was there to be uneasy about? was he afraid of a dead person?

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