A soft-waisted educated youth has sex with a loyal dog and a rough guy in the 1960s

Chapter 1195 Invisible Bomb
Fu Jingyou sighed barely audibly and asked Yu Hong:
"How long will you stay this time? When will you leave again?"

Yu Hong hesitated and replied:

"Well... I still need to do some work handover in the next few days, so the earliest I can leave is next week."

Fu Jingyou nodded gently:
"You don't have anything urgent to do later, right? I'll pack some things and you can bring them over next time... Can you open fire where you live?"

Although Fu Jingyou was asking questions, he had already stood up and called Tang Mei to take action:

"Aunt, do you still have some bird's nests and snow frogs at home? Hurry and bring them here."

Tang Mei nodded quickly and did it.

Fu Jingyou was not idle either.

He brought over rock sugar, dried lotus seeds, red dates and other things from home.

In addition, I also took a thick stack of oil paper.

"She is in poor health and always has trouble taking care of herself when she is busy. Please be patient and remind her to take a rest from time to time..."

Tang Mei brought over the bird's nest and snow clam, and Fu Jingyou packed the bird's nest and snow clam into several small packages according to the proportions, just like a Chinese medicine doctor prescribing medicine.

"After peeling the snow frog, soak it and wash it clean, then stew it with the other ingredients in this small bag. The same goes for bird's nest, which also needs to be soaked and cleaned before stewing. This portion can be stewed about four times after soaking. If you find it difficult to do it later, you can break it into pieces in advance and soak it..."

He was busy and chattering at the same time.

Yu Hong nodded in response, but her heart was aching and she couldn't help but tear up.

Yu Hong felt touched and guilty.

But in the end, he could only hide his tiredness, lower his head and pretend to yawn to get away with it.

It was the same box she had brought. Fu Jingyou took out the things in it, filled it up again, and walked her to the door before getting in the car.

Although his worries remained unchanged, it was true that Fu Jingyou felt more at ease after Yu Hong's visit.

What Fu Jingyou probably didn't know was that during the short period that Yu Hong stayed at home, Lu Yuanzheng, who was sitting opposite the coffee table, was nervous and had sweat on his palms.

Lu Yuanzheng's understanding of his son-in-law Fu Jingyou sometimes even surpasses his understanding of his own daughter.

His son-in-law is calm, down-to-earth, motivated and promising.

He treats his daughter like a treasure and is a good husband and a good father.

From all aspects, they are all people who have climbed up from the bottom and are rarely successful.

But now the bad thing is his sincerity.

It's fine when nothing happens, but once something happens, he will probably be crazier than anyone else.

Lu Yuanzheng felt like sitting on pins and needles, fearing that Assistant Yu would say something fatal.

Fortunately, no...

But then again, while Lu Yuanzheng breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn't help but feel worried again.

He and Lu Miao are engaged in two different fields and have contacts at two different levels.

The military departments, led by the Ministry of National Defense, revealed some information to Lu Yuanzheng early in the morning.

And now the diplomatic departments, led by the British Socialist Agency, have arranged people to come here.

Fu Jingyou didn’t know whether it was a delaying tactic, but how could Lu Yuanzheng not know?

Fu Jingyou just fooled him, but Lu Yuanzheng couldn't help but think more deeply about it.

The more I think about it, the more worried I become.

In the whole family, Lu Yuanzheng is probably the one who suffers the most pressure.

Just when he thought that this one was temporarily stable and he could deal with the other matter with peace of mind, he overlooked that there was a hidden bomb in the house...

On the eve of the winter solstice, the first snow of the year fell in northern Beijing.

Tang Mei just talked to Lu Yuanzheng this afternoon, asking him to see if he could buy pork in the market over there when he comes back from school tomorrow.

If possible, buy some so that we can make dumplings at home during the winter solstice.

It will get colder from tomorrow on, so it won’t go bad if you pack more.

Lu Yuanzheng just responded, but after receiving a phone call in the evening, he didn't even have time to eat two bites of his meal. He hurriedly left the table, put on his coat and went out.

Fu Jingyou also called home in advance and said that he would be discussing something with colleagues from some research institute in the south today and would not be back for dinner in the evening.

After Lu Yuanzheng left, only Tang Mei and a few children were left at the table.

The older ones are sensible and just do what they are supposed to do step by step without any concern from others.

Only Kashiwa.

As soon as Grandpa left, the little guy immediately puffed up his face with melancholy, and asked in a muffled voice:

"Grandma, is Grandpa coming back?"

Tang Mei touched his little face lovingly and coaxed him:

"Of course I'm back. Grandpa is going to a meeting and will be back later."

Baichuan tilted his head and asked again:
"What about Dad?"

Tang Mei smiled and picked up some food for him and said:
"Dad is out talking to someone. He will be back after we finish eating and washing our faces."

"Oh!"

Baichuan believed it and finally concentrated on eating.

When they were soaking their feet under the lamp at night, the little guy kicked the water in the basin with his feet and hesitantly asked another person:

"Grandma, is mom busy too?"

"Yes, Mom is also busy at work." "So will you come back after Mom finishes her work?"

"That's right, our Yangyang is really smart!"

While praising him, Tang Mei wrung out a steaming hot towel and came over to wipe Baichuan's face.

Baichuan felt uncomfortable and kept pushing and struggling with his little hands, but he was never able to escape this essential daily step.

With a little face that was red from someone's actions, who knew whether it was from rubbing or the heat, Baichuan's grandmother changed the towel and used it to dry his feet, then carried him to the bed.

When his grandmother was pulling his trouser legs down, the little guy held onto his grandmother's shoulders and kept mumbling:

"So when can mom be back from work?"

"This……"

Tang Mei paused and for a moment didn't know how to answer this question.

But it was only for a moment, Tang Mei said:

"Let's go to sleep first. When we wake up tomorrow, mom will be back, okay?"

Although Baichuan was young, he obviously didn't believe this.

He frowned slightly, and felt very aggrieved while questioning:
"I have washed my face, grandma, but daddy is not back yet..."

Tang Mei didn't expect that the kid had such a good memory today.

He can still remember what was said during the meal.

Just when I was not sure how to respond, I heard a door opening and closing in the hall outside.

Tang Mei said, "Listen, isn't Dad back? Okay, go to sleep."

Baichuan also heard the noise, but still didn't believe it.

"Dad, Daddy!"

Baichuan jumped on the bed, yelling at the top of his voice.

Fu Jingyou followed the sound and knocked on the door, then gently scolded through the door:

"What are you arguing about? It's so late and you're still not asleep. Don't disturb grandma and sister's rest!"

"what!"

Baichuan screamed and crawled into the quilt with his butt sticking out.

The little guy was afraid of being spanked by his dad, but was also looking forward to his dad coming in to hug him, so he left the quilt ajar and the dog and cat sneaked around inside and peeked out.

Tang Mei found it funny, so she pulled the boy out of the quilt, unbuttoned him and stripped him of his clothes. She turned her back to the door and raised her voice:
"It's time to go to bed, so hurry up and get ready!"

"Ah."

Fu Jingyou responded softly and went upstairs.

In the room downstairs, Baichuan was completely convinced by what his grandmother said.

Thinking that dad is back and mom will be back soon.

When the boy was taking off his clothes, his grandmother touched his itchy spot and he giggled. Finally, his chubby little face showed a smile as bright as the sun.

……

Let’s talk about Fu Jingyou.

In July and August, several research institutes came to the factory to discuss cooperation.

There was no time at that time, and Fu Jingyou didn't manage to close a single order.

Nowadays, most of those research institutes have no follow-up, only the electric locomotive research group in Hunan insisted on coming to us.

The young comrade who was in contact with him did not hide anything. He first revealed that Sun Youcheng was a senior in their research group before he went to the Northeast.

Later, they mentioned that after returning from northern Beijing a while ago, their research group visited several equipment factories to learn about the situation.

I just feel that none of them are that reliable, so the cooperation has been shelved.

This time, they took advantage of the lifting of control in northern Beijing and hurried over to make this trip.

This matter was originally introduced by an acquaintance. The other party came from far away, and Fu Jingyou didn't want to let him run for nothing.

Just as he felt relieved during this period, Fu Jingyou has calmly returned to work.

He made a promise at the dinner table today, saying that he had just received new machinery and equipment, which would shorten the construction period by more than half.

Before the Winter Solstice, we quickly finalized the matter.

The other party came here to ask for help, so naturally flattery is inevitable.

Once the mood and atmosphere were high, picking up the wine glass was just a natural thing to do.

Fu Jingyou couldn't refuse, so he drank half a bottle of white wine while eating and chatting.

On the way back by bike, a cold wind kept blowing in my face, but I didn't feel anything.

When I got home and took a shower with hot water, the warmth made me feel a little intoxicated.

Halfway through the shower, Fu Jingyou felt something soft under his feet. He turned off the shower and retreated to the dry and wet room outside with a frown on his face.

I was leaning against the sink with my eyes closed, trying to soothe myself from being drunk, when a soft "click" was heard from the living room.

Originally, he thought it was the northwest wind outside that made the terrace door rattle, and Fu Jingyou didn't take it seriously at all when he heard it.

Until the faint sound of footsteps was heard in the room again, and soon there seemed to be the sound of the sliding door of the closet.

Fu Jingyou suddenly raised his head and opened his sharp eyes in the mirror, which looked like they had been soaked in rain and dew.