Si Mingjing laughed and cried at the comnt, wondering if the whole point of discovering the "Any door" was just to return to Yecheng for living?
But thinking about it, Si Mingjing felt quite excited. She loved living on land, and if it weren’t for her duties as the Queen requiring her to spend several months on Mu Continent, she indeed would love to imdiately return to live on land.
Every morning waking up to the sea breeze gently blowing the curtains, with bright sunlight sprinkling on the white sheet, and opening her eyes to hear the birds singing and flowers blooming outside, was truly an enjoyable thing.
Si Mingjing nodded and said, "Yes, we can go back to Yecheng to live, that’s great."
But Mo Yinhe had a fever.
He wanted to lie on the sofa for half an hour to rest, but his body temperature gradually rose. Si Mingjing took a thermoter to asure his temperature, frowning tightly, and said, "Go lie on the bed, I’ll get you so fever dicine."
"It’s nothing, no big deal."
Mo Yinhe thought it was just a slight fever and not a big issue. It was the first ti using the "Any door," and encountering so minor issues was tolerable. After all, the technology was immature and crude, requiring continuous improvent.
Si Mingjing was worried and deliberately put on a stern face, saying, "Don’t take it lightly. None of us know what kind of injuries using the ’Any door’ might have on your body. Go lie in the bedroom."
Mo Yinhe looked at her fierce expression and laughed, "Alright, whatever the wife says is right, I’ll take the fever dicine first and then lie down."
"Hmm."
Si Mingjing went to prepare the fever dicine and ca back with the dicine and hot water. Mo Yinhe had changed from a lying position to a sitting position. He was calling Bo Leng to share the research team’s latest achievent.
Si Mingjing walked over with the dicine and fed it to him.
Mo Yinhe swallowed the fever dicine and continued, "Brother-in-law, you really should co to experience it yourself; it’ll definitely be thrilling for you."
Bo Leng was very interested and said, "Co over and get ."
"Alright."
Before Mo Yinhe could finish a word, Si Mingjing coldly and angrily said, "What’s so good about it? The technology isn’t mature, and Yinhe has a fever. Big Brother, don’t get involved."
On the other end of the phone, Bo Leng asked, "Apart from the fever, are there any other side effects?"
Si Mingjing said, "Not at the mont, but we can’t be sure there won’t be any later. Many side effects can only be assessed over ti."
"So there’s no problem now?" Bo Leng pondered for a mont and then told Mo Yinhe, "Co over and get ."
Si Mingjing: "!!!!!」
Bo Leng couldn’t feel Si Mingjing’s anger and told Mo Yinhe, "I’ll give you five minutes."
Mo Yinhe, at this mont, couldn’t care less about his wife’s anger. The desire for fun among n was unstoppable. Ignoring his fever symptoms, he told Bo Leng, "Locate your current address and send it to ."
Then he added, "Choose an open area; the ’Any door’ is quite destructive."
Bo Leng was patrolling the troop at the ti. He walked out of the building and stood in a relatively open training ground, and sent his location to Mo Yinhe, then stood there with patience, hands behind his back.
Two minutes later, a strong wind attacked, as if trying to suck him into an abyss.
Bo Leng stood tall like a jade tree, steady as Mount Tai, and wasn’t blown down.
But Bo Leng was sure that other people probably couldn’t do the sa.
At this mont, a soft white light suddenly appeared in front of him. Bo Leng squinted his cold black eyes, staring at the white light, expecting Mo Yinhe to co out of it, but he didn’t, only a voice, as if coming from a distant place.
"Brother-in-law, you have to walk through yourself. Your sister won’t let use the ’Any door’ again."
It was Mo Yinhe’s voice piercing through the white light.
Bo Leng squinted his cold dark eyes, staring at the white halo in front of him. He hesitated for two seconds, then resolutely stepped toward the white halo.
After taking two steps, he stepped out of the white halo, but the scene in front of him changed abruptly into a ss of a living room. It wasn’t until the white light completely disappeared that Bo Leng could see Mo Yinhe sitting on the living room sofa and his younger sister frowning deeply beside him.
This was a living room, and from the entrance, ca a few exclamations from Little Dragon cubs.
"Wow! Wow! Wow!" That’s Ye Nianbai’s voice.
"Uncle???" That’s Bo Fengyin’s voice.
"Wuwuwu, my favorite vase." That’s Sheng Liangliang’s voice.
A few Little Dragon cubs had gone shopping and just got ho, seeing the scene in the living room, watched as their uncle erged from a white light and destroyed the living room even more.
Bo Fengyin ran and lunged at Bo Leng, wrapping his arms around Bo Leng’s thigh, lifting his little face full of undisguised admiration, "Uncle, uncle, this dragon also wants to play!"
Bo Fengyin didn’t know what happened, but he thought it must be sothing fun. He also wanted to erge from the white halo; it seed really cool, didn’t it?
Bo Leng pressed his brow, silently went to sit on the sofa.
Si Mingjing saw Bo Leng’s bad complexion and decisively went to the kitchen to prepare a cup of saline solution.
Mo Yinhe asked Bo Leng, "How do you feel?"
Bo Leng uncertainly asked, "Is this the Imperial Capital?"
"What else could it be?"
Bo Leng was silent for tens of seconds, then laughed, "Who found the breakthrough?"
The team he organized studied for years without results, and Mo Yinhe had not been researching for long and already succeeded. Bo Leng highly appreciated Mo Yinhe’s eye for talent.
Bo Leng speculated, "Was it that Xiaosong?"
"It was Yangyang." Mo Yinhe laughed heartily, "Mingjing gave a good daughter!"
Si Mingjing ca back holding a cup of saline solution, handed it to Bo Leng, and ordered, "Drink all of it."
Bo Leng didn’t say a word, drank the bad-tasting saline solution, and said, "No major issue, but it does need improvent. If ordinary people use it frequently, they might have a shorter lifespan."
He extended his hand, indicating to Si Mingjing for pulse checking.
While Si Mingjing was checking his pulse, a few Little Dragon cubs quietly went upstairs.
Mo Yinhe noticed from the corner of his eye that the children, carrying bags, went upstairs mysteriously. Were they afraid Mingjing would find out? Could it be a Mother’s Day gift?
After taking his pulse, Si Mingjing said, "The situation is similar to Yinhe’s, and you might have a fever later."
Having just a fever didn’t bother Bo Leng, who continued chatting with Mo Yinhe.
They were engrossed in their conversation.
Si Mingjing didn’t expect the two to rest. Since the children were back, she asked soone to prepare dinner; her stomach had been rumbling with hunger, waiting for the children to return and dine together.
Bo Leng and Mo Yinhe hadn’t eaten either; the aroma wafting from the dining room stirred their appetites, so they went into the dining room together, continuing their conversation while eating.
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