"How did you get here?" Wen Qiao asked.

There was a bit of weird emotion in his voice, although it was a very ordinary sentence, Zhao Qingyan heard that the meaning was not only a question.

Except for Wen Qiao's voice, the soldiers didn't dare to speak, and the place where there was a commotion just now was quiet almost instantly, and everyone looked at Wen Qiao.

Wen Zichen, who had been staying aside and playing alone, saw Wen Qiao coming, got up and ran to him, first glanced at him, and then shouted in a proper manner: "Father."

He had reached the stage of voice change, and the little boy's voice was a little low at first, mixed with a little hoarseness.

As soon as the father and son met, Zhao Qingyan had time to turn around and look. I saw a large and a small standing facing each other, and they didn't speak again.

Zhao Qingyan heard Wen Qiao's words just now, but she didn't answer, walked to the side and brought the food box she had just put away, and asked Wen Qiao, "You haven't eaten yet, have you?"

In an instant, Zhao Qingyan felt a little aggrieved, and the words of the soldier who sneered at him had only passed not long ago, and she still remembered it very clearly in her heart.

Just now she was still talking about telling Wen Qiao about this, she Zhao Qingyan is not one of those women who like to be wronged.

At this time, as soon as they met, no matter how many words they spoke, they were cut off in their throats. She opened her mouth slightly, pulled out a very light and faint smile, and continued, "I made you some food, see if you want to taste it."

The man in front of him keenly captured Zhao Qingyan's flashing emotions, he raised his eyes and glanced at it lightly, and then turned his gaze to the soldiers who were hurrying up to eat while he was not paying attention, and said in an unhappy tone: "This is your rule?"

As soon as he spoke, everyone stopped moving and looked at him with different emotions.

"Do you remember who you are? What are you doing in a daze, go back!" His tone was cold and ruthless, and after the words fell, all the soldiers put down the bowls and food in their hands, and quickly ran into the barracks without saying a word.

In just a few minutes, the soldiers in the barracks had disappeared cleanly.

After seeing that everyone was gone, Wen Qiao took the food box from Zhao Qingyan's hand, and took Zhao Qingyan's hand to the barracks without saying a word.

Zhao Qingyan struggled cautiously at first, but Wen Qiao was too tightly involved, and she couldn't break free, so she went with Wen Qiao.

When he walked to the door, Wen Zichen, who was following Wen Qiao and Zhao Qingyan, suddenly stopped. Wen Qiao turned his head to see why he stopped, and this optimism happened to see that his gaze was staring fiercely at one side.

He followed Wen Zichen's line of sight, but saw that he was staring at a soldier on duty guarding the door.

This soldier Wen Qiao was a little affected, and when he saw Wen Zichen staring at him viciously, he couldn't help asking, "What's wrong?" When he said this, Zhao Qingyan's hand suddenly moved, and Wen Qiao glanced at it, a little puzzled.

"Chen'er!" Zhao Qingyan shouted with a warning.

Wen Qiao suddenly had a guess in his heart, he raised his hand and rubbed the top of Wen Zichen's head, and said in a comforting tone: "It's okay, you say."

As they spoke, the soldier guarding the door had begun to tremble, and his heart was sour, and he was really remorseful and hateful for a while.

But now that the matter has been made, the ending has been decided.

At this time, it was useless for him to do anything.

"That's him!" Wen Zichen pointed at the soldiers, his little face turned red, "Just now I came to you with my mother, but he didn't let me go in with my mother, and scolded us!"

Wen Zichen's words Zhao Qingyan's scalp was numb, in fact, after such a period of time, she didn't have much anger in her heart, she originally thought that it would be like this, who knew that it was time for Wen Zichen to come out again and provoke this matter again.

Zhao Qingyan pulled Wen Zichen to his side, lowered his head and glared at him, gritted his teeth and whispered, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Who knew that Wen Zichen had a surprisingly big temper at this time, he directly shook off Zhao Qingyan's hand and said loudly: "Isn't it, he just didn't let us in just now!" Mother, why don't you let me say it!"

After all, he is still a child, and Wen Zichen looks sensible on weekdays, but when he cares, he is chaotic, and he still can't solve it calmly when he encounters such a thing.

For example, at this time, he was so angry that his chest rose and fell violently. looks like he's holding his breath in his heart.

The soldiers in the barracks have already started training, perhaps because Wen Qiao is here, and they all look very serious.

However, the atmosphere at the door dropped to freezing, Wen Qiao narrowed his eyes slightly, he had seen this soldier, but Wen Zichen's words made him feel that he was probably too relaxed in the management of the barracks.

He didn't speak again, but just saying nothing scared the soldier enough, and the soldier stumbled and shouted a few words, "General, general." ”

Wen Qiao has seen a lot of things like bullying the soft and being afraid of the hard, but he didn't expect it to happen to him one day.

"Haven't you eaten yet? Let's go in first, shall we? Zhao Qingyan didn't want to see Wen Qiao's angry appearance, she stood beside Wen Qiao and asked in a low reminder.

The man hooked the corners of his lips when he heard this, but his eyes were soaked in cold light and glanced at the soldier, and then he pulled Zhao Qingyan and walked inside, leaving a sentence at the same time, "You go down to change shifts first." ”

His tone was calm and quiet, but the soldier knew that he was about to die.

There is a certain tent in the barracks, which is convenient for him to stay here and rest.

The two adults and one small person entered the tent, Wen Qiao did a chair set up in the tent, and Zhao Qingyan followed over to take out the contents of the food box.

"It smells so good." Wen Qiao sniffed lightly and said, "What are you doing?"

The lid of the food box was opened by Zhao Qingyan, and she took out the plate placed on the first layer, and a plate of braised pork with bright color and aroma appeared in front of Wen Qiao's eyes.

After the second layer was opened, Zhao Qingyan took out another bowl of white rice, and put a plate of vegetables and a bowl of white rice in front of Wen Qiao.

Zhao Qingyan said, "Eat."

There was no sound of talking in the tent, only the sound of chewing food. Wen Qiao ate very quickly, a plate of dishes and a bowl of rice were quickly eaten by him, and after eating, he didn't forget to praise Zhao Qingyan a few words, "Chef Zhao's skills seem to have grown a lot today, and I am very satisfied with the next meal, yes, it is the best braised pork in the world." ”

After eating and drinking, Wen Qiao clapped his hands at Wen Zichen who was on the side, and called him, "Chen'er, come here."

Hearing Wen Qiao shouting to himself, Wen Zichen ran over with his calves. He was pulled in by Wen Qiao, "Come and tell me what happened to that person just now, what happened to you and your mother?"

Wen Zichen was angry again, and with a cold face, he was told everything just now. Zhao Qingyan didn't know what to say when she was listening, but Wen Qiao was willing to protect her and Wen Zichen, and she still couldn't stop being happy in her heart.

After a while, Wen Qiao's fingers tapped on the table, and he said, "I will pursue this matter."