In the evening, when Qin Zhiyuan was about to rest, Girardin dragged her big bear doll into the house angrily.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" Qin Zhiyuan turned around with a smile.

Qin Zhiyuan was drawing a sketch of Christie's suspension system, which was prepared for Pierce.

Gilardin first threw the bear on Qin Zhiyuan's bed, then came to Qin Zhiyuan's side, jumped over, transferred to Qin Zhiyuan's arms, wrapped his hands around Qin Zhiyuan's neck, and leaned on Qin Zhiyuan's chest Still puffing up: "Misha and Su Mo, those two women chatter endlessly, I can't sleep, so I came to you." ”

Hey, such a little guy has learned to sue!

Qin Zhiyuan didn't know whether to express relief or helplessness, but listening to Girardin's shallow breathing, Qin Zhiyuan decided to take in this little guy for one night.

"Well, you go to bed first, and come over when Dad is done with work." Qin Zhiyuan put Gilardin on the bed, intimately helped her cover the quilt, and then added two more pieces of wood to the fireplace.

Qin Zhiyuan doesn't need to burn too hot when he is alone, but it is different with Girardin, children have poor physique, and they always have to burn the room hotter.

As soon as I returned to my desk and picked up my pen, there was a soft knock on the door.

Qin Zhiyuan went over and opened the door, and it was Mixia in pajamas.

"Gigi is here?" As if he hadn't taken care of Giraldin, Mischa was a little annoyed.

"She's already asleep." Qin Zhiyuan nodded, and had no intention of inviting Mixia to come in and sit.

"God, Gigi said to go to the bathroom and not use the room yet, I don't feel right. I'm really sorry, Su Mo and I were a little excited tonight. "Misha, I'm sorry.

"It's understandable, okay, you and Su Mo have a good chat today, just let Jiji sleep here." Qin Zhiyuan expressed understanding.

"Okay. I'm sorry for you. Mi Xia was polite, and Qin Zhiyuan wanted to turn around and run away with his affectionate gaze: "Also, thank you." ”

"You're welcome, that's as it should be." Qin Zhiyuan did not take credit.

Although Mixia didn't say why he was grateful, Qin Zhiyuan could understand it accurately.

Well, Mixia is now wearing a pajamas, the kind with a very low neckline, and the edge of white underwear on his chest is exposed, Qin Zhiyuan wanted to remind him that wearing underwear to sleep will affect the size of the child's rice bowl in the future, but he didn't say it after all. But I remembered the red cross birthmark that Michelle said. Qin Zhiyuan's gaze still couldn't help but slip there.

Mi Xia smiled silently, and looked at Qin Zhiyuan with a little more smug and gentle.

"Uh, it's too late, you should rest early." Qin Zhiyuan wants to be defeated and retreated, and if he is not defeated, he will make a fool of himself.

"I'll show you!" Mi Xia seemed to have made up her mind, and the appearance of biting her lip was full of temptation, and Qin Zhiyuan, who was watching it, felt a little dry mouth.

Mixia gently pulled open a little pajamas and showed Qin Zhiyuan the birthmark on his chest. It's really red, and it's different from a normal cross. The cross on Misha's chest is closer to a square, with wide corners and an arc in the middle, which looks very similar to the insignia of the Knights Templar.

Red Cross. Against the white skin, the red is redder, and the white is whiter......

No, the white one is now rose-red. It's the kind of color that just came out of the Turkish bath after steaming for half an hour.

And the degree of red is gradually deepening.

"Boom......" There was a cough at the end of the hallway, and it was Sandy.

Misha was like a frightened fawn, panicking and hiding her pajamas. Without even saying a word, he turned around and ran.

Qin Zhiyuan was also embarrassed, it felt like he was caught in a private meeting with someone else's daughter in the middle of the night, or a girl who had just reunited after more than ten years.

For a moment, Qin Zhiyuan was inexplicably weak-hearted, for fear that Michelle would come over to settle accounts with the shotgun that couldn't be fired.

Fortunately, it was Sandy, Qin Zhiyuan was thick-skinned, smiled and nodded at Sandy, and then closed the door gently.

Turn around, stroke your chest, and gasp for air......

As soon as I looked up, I saw Girardin with a look of disdain.

"Uh, sweetheart, you haven't slept yet?" Qin Zhiyuan leaned over to curry favor.

"You've only been away from Julie for a few hours, can't you hold back?" Girardin looked disgusted.

"Baby, it's not what you see." Qin Zhiyuan was a little embarrassed, it was not a good experience to be despised by such a little guy.

"Hmph, insatiable man." Girardin learned that Suoso had gotten into the bed, and covered his head with his hands, his voice a little muffled.

Well, go to sleep, and you'll be fine when you wake up.

Qin Zhiyuan could only comfort himself like this.

In the early morning, before the sun rose, Qin Zhiyuan had already woken up habitually.

Girardin slept soundly, even when he was sleeping, his little face was still wrinkled and twisted together, but his hand was tightly wrapped around Qin Zhiyuan's arm, and his back was against Qin Zhiyuan's sticker without any gaps, sleeping in Qin Zhiyuan's arm.

What a little girl.

Qin Zhiyuan got up gently, put on the clean clothes that were placed next to the bed, and went out energetically.

Uh, on the question of how clean clothes appeared next to the bed, Qin Zhiyuan had never thought about it, since Mixia served as Qin Zhiyuan's life secretary, it had become a habit.

Chen Kangjian and his troops have already started training, and the training program is still step-tan. There are now 25 tanks on the island of Corsica, all but six of which were produced by the Chinese themselves.

"What's the project today?" Qin Zhiyuan also has to care about training occasionally.

"In the morning, the infantry and tanks are coordinated, in the afternoon the tanks form a cluster to train the assault, and the infantry trains individual combat items." Chan Kangjian has a plan.

"Guarantee to train strong enemies, don't feel distressed, repair if you use it, you can't change it." Qin Zhiyuan is generous.

In order to make these tanks run well, Qin Zhiyuan set up a repair shop in Thunder Cliff, where the tanks could be repaired if they broke down. Under Qin Zhiyuan's deliberate training, the First Brigade now has more than 100 tankers, and even if the size of the tank is doubled, the First Brigade can immediately form combat effectiveness.

This size, the strongest in the entire French army, also included the British.

Qin Zhiyuan has accurate information, and the British are also expanding their tank forces, but the British tanks are still stupid, big and black, which is much inferior to the FT-17. The British were working on a new tank, but it was still on paper and far from testing, and the French came from behind and are now the country with the most tanks in the world.

"To form combat effectiveness as soon as possible, I have a hunch that we may soon go to the battlefield. Strive to train a regiment of tankers during this time, so that as long as we have people, we can immediately expand the size of the tank. "Qin Zhiyuan is ambitious.

"Don't worry, I've always been in shifts, and one more can count as one." Chen Kangjian was proud.

Just as the two of them were talking, sporadic gunshots suddenly came to mind in the mountains in the distance.

"Those damn extremists again......" Chen Kangjian raised his telescope and observed for a long time, then jumped on the tank: "See, on the mountainside at 60 degrees in front of you, aim, aim!" ”

Following Chen Kangjian's order, the tank slowly turned the turret and aimed at the location where the extremists appeared.

Well, that's the real cannon to fight mosquitoes.

(To be continued.) )