"It’s Al-Qaeda," He Jingyao said coldly.
Feng Qian’s face changed slightly, "It’s actually them! But how could their influence penetrate into Yanzhou City?"
In fact, Z country’s counter-terrorism efforts have always been very effective. Al-Qaeda has created terror around the world, but they’ve almost never successfully carried out a terrorist attack in Z country.
He Jingyao smirked slightly, "That is a question for our President."
"The President?" Feng Qian’s face looked even worse, "It’s impossible for him to have any connections with Al-Qaeda, right?"
He Jingyao curled his lips noncommittally and returned the fragment to Feng Qian, "Don’t let anyone else find out. Today’s explosion, I bet it will be officially defined as an accident. As long as you understand."
Feng Qian nodded and carefully put away the fragment.
"In that case, today’s explosion shouldn’t have anything to do with you, right?" Feng Qian asked uneasily.
He Jingyao’s eyes were a deep, thick black.
"Quite the opposite." He casually dropped those four words, opened the car door, and got in.
Feng Qian was startled.
When He Jingyao returned to the apartment, Zhixi had already finished making dinner.
Upon hearing the door open, she immediately smiled and went to greet him, "I made dinner again today, you just need to tell me whether you’ll eat it." Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭⟡𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦⟡𝘯𝘦𝘵
He Jingyao clicked his tongue gently and embraced her waist, "I’ll eat it, even if you poisoned it."
"There’s no poison. Everything today is what you love to eat," Zhixi said with a grin, wrapping his arm as they walked to the dining table.
When He Family saw the dazzling array of dishes on the table, he turned to see Zhixi looking proud, "How is it?"
"Mm," he suddenly smiled, his eyes dark and tender, "You worked hard."
Hearing him say that, Zhixi became embarrassed, "Actually, most of the work was done by Uncle Li; I just gave instructions and added some seasoning."
In fact, as a pregnant woman, neither He Jingyao nor Uncle Li would really let her cook an entire meal by herself.
So she cooked happily because it wasn’t exhausting at all...
"Uncle Li won’t take credit from you," He Jingyao pinched her cheek, "All right, I’ll go get Xiaobao, you start eating."
He Jingyao went to his son’s room and dug Xiaobao out of the covers.
Xiaobao opened his sleepy eyes and softly called out, "Papa."
He Jingyao held his son in his arms and momentarily sank into thought.
Not until Xiaobao called him again did he smile faintly, picked him up, and said, "Mm. Let’s go have dinner."
The night had grown deep.
Zhixi came out of the bath and immediately saw He Jingyao sitting on the bed, lips pressed tight, seemingly deep in thought.
From this angle, the man’s profile looked even more pleasing to the eye.
Zhixi quietly walked over, climbed onto him, and asked with a giggle, "What are you thinking about?"
He Jingyao wrapped his arm around her waist, his dark eyes fixed on her, his voice steady and calm, "Thinking about how to eat you up."
Zhixi hugged his neck, suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed.
He Jingyao was somewhat surprised and chuckled, "What’s wrong?"
Only then did she lean in close to his ear, "I... I specifically went to see the doctor today..."
He Jingyao’s gaze suddenly turned dark.
"Are you hinting something to me? Hmm?" he asked hoarsely.
"No," she buried her face in his chest, mumbling softly.
He Jingyao chuckled lowly, and suddenly flipped her beneath him.