Hello, Mr. Major General

"Really...?" Huo Shaoheng asked back, his tone still calm and calm, "What is he against?"

Huo Shaoheng's father, Huo Guanchen, is the director of the political department of the military. Like the season general, he is also an admiral. Although he is not as powerful as the season general, he can also rank in the top five on the Supreme Committee of the military.

"I don't know the specific reason. When everyone was discussing, he voted against it in the first round." The admiral helplessly stroked his bare brain. "If others vote against, those people can Fuck him to death, but your father is different... After all, he is your father. Although your marriage requires organizational approval, it will not be unkind organizationally and will not ignore the wishes of yourself and your family."

In other words, the opposition of Huo Shaoheng's father, Huo Guanchen, still has a certain amount of weight for the organization.

Huo Shaoheng held the phone, no matter what he thought, there was still no expression on his face. He nodded to Admiral Ji and said, "Okay, excuse me, Admiral Ji hasn't slept so late?"

Admiral of the season seemed to be very satisfied when he saw Huo Shaoheng not caring.

Do not please with things, do not sorrow with oneself, Taishan collapses in the front but the color remains unchanged, and the elk is thriving in the left without blinking.

The so-called wind of the general is like this.

"How come you didn't think about whether I was sleeping when you called!" Admiral Ji was angry and funny, and complained on the phone.

Huo Shaoheng curled his lips, and his voice seemed to have a smile: "I know that Admiral Season must be working overtime, so I dare to call at this time. I greeted you just now and wanted to urge you to go to bed. Is this also wrong? ?"

"Hahahaha, you kid! If you let you say good and bad things, you will know that your eloquence is not worse than those of the military legal affairs department!" The admiral smiled heartily and exchanged a few words with Huo Shaoheng before hanging up. phone.

Looking up at the wall clock on the wall, it was already pointed at 2:30 in the middle of the night. The Admiral yawned, packed the things in the study, locked it in the safe, and went back to the bedroom to sleep.

Huo Shaoheng was not sleepy in the car.

He was still holding the phone in his hand, with one arm leaning against the base of the car window, his eyes deep, looking towards the night outside the car.

The road back to the headquarters of the Special Operations Department is a bit remote, and the fewer vehicles you go, the street lights on the roadside are drawn in a straight line outside the car, like an arrow pointing directly at the heart of the person.

Huo Shaoheng closed his eyes and raised one hand to cover his eyes. Without looking at the night scene outside, he was already thinking about when to go home.

He has not returned to Huo's house for a long time since the Spring Festival.

Since the matter of the head nurse Zhang, grandfather Huo Xuenong took his granddaughter Huo Jialan to Europe to relax, and he has not returned.

His mother, Song Jinning, is now the director of the Institute of High Energy Physics. She is obsessed with scientific research every day, and she wants to live in the laboratory just as she did in the past.

And father, how long has he not thought of this father?

Huo Shaoheng thought, rubbing his mobile phone in his hand, tentatively calling his mother Song Jinning.

As he expected, his mother did not sleep either.

Song Jinning is still reading papers in the laboratory.

She wants to recover the lost 17 years. Every day there are endless meetings and endless papers. She even set up a simple small room for herself next to the laboratory with some necessary daily necessities and Clothing and shoes, really live in the laboratory.

As soon as the phone rang, she glanced at it and found that it was actually her son Huo Shaoheng's call. She answered in surprise, "Shao Heng?"

"You haven't slept yet?" Huo Shaoheng said, "Still doing experiments?"

"No, I'm reading a paper." Song Jinning smiled and rubbed the Yintang acupoint between his eyebrows. "How about you, didn't you sleep?"

Huo Shaoheng smiled, "Of course I can call without sleeping." After a pause, he said, "Is it convenient for me to see you?"

"Convenient." Song Jinning was stunned, and immediately realized that his son had something to tell her, "Come on, I'm in the office of the laboratory building.

Huo Shaoheng responded, hung up the phone, and said to the driver Fan Jian: "Go to the Institute of High Energy Physics, and buy a midnight snack on the way."

Yin Shixiong and Zhao Liangze in the car didn't say a word, watching Fan Jian turn the steering wheel and head towards the Institute of High Energy Physics.

An hour later, Huo Shaoheng's special car drove in through the large iron gate of the Institute of High Energy Physics.

Although it was three o'clock in the morning, the guards standing guard at the door checked the Huo Shaoheng special car's pass very responsibly before letting them in.

Song Jinning looked at his watch. An hour has passed. Huo Shaoheng should be here, right?

She got up and left the desk, went to the door and opened the door.

The lights are dark in the long corridor, because they are voice-activated lights. When there is no human voice, these lights are automatically turned off.

But soon, unhurried footsteps rang in the corridor, and the lights in the corridor gradually turned on.

A tall figure came into Song Jinning's eyes.

He strode from the end of the corridor, and the lights fell from the top of his head, making his facial features more three-dimensional and profound, and unparalleled beauty.

Song Jinning couldn't help laughing.

She was still wearing the lab coat for the experiment, with her hands in the pockets of the lab coat, just watching Huo Shaoheng walking towards her with a paper bag step by step.

"You shouldn't stay up late." Huo Shaoheng walked to Song Jinning, carefully examining Song Jinning's complexion, "Here is the freshly stewed Cordyceps Ganoderma lucidum and American ginseng flower jelly soup. You use a little as it is a midnight snack."

Song Jinning took the paper bag from Huo Shaoheng, and he was in a daze. He remembered that more than ten years ago, before the accident, Huo Shaoheng, who was still a teenager, came to her laboratory with a box of cakes and shared with her... …

For this son, she really has a conscience.

When he was young, she was fascinated by her scientific research career, and just left him to start working at the full moon.

Later, when he was a teenager, she was greatly stimulated in the accident, and she was mentally confused and couldn't even take care of herself, let alone fulfill the responsibilities of a mother.

The corners of Song Jinning's eyes were a little wet. She turned around without a trace, hiding her face in the direction of the backlight, and whispered to Huo Shaoheng: "Come in, you also have a drink."

Huo Shaoheng nodded, followed Song Jinning into her office, and closed the door for her.

Yin Shixiong and Zhao Liangze stood at the entrance of the stairs, and the other at the entrance of the elevator downstairs, with Bluetooth headsets in their ears, keeping in touch at any time.

Entering Song Jinning's office, Huo Shaoheng looked around.

In just a few months, Song Jinning has added a lot of books and experimental instruments here, and also bought a few more large computers.

Song Jinning went to her room and took out two small soup bowls and spoons, scooped a bowl for him from the soup Huo Shaoheng brought, and then scooped a bowl for himself, while saying: "In fact, the effect of Cordyceps is To exaggerate, cordycepic acid, the active ingredient of Cordyceps, is mannitol, which is a very cheap and common chemical material."

Huo Shaoheng couldn't help but smile and said: "Mannitol can also be used in food, so it doesn't hurt to eat."

"Yes, that's what I said. This soup tastes good and it boils well." Song Jinning said, still eating two bowls of Cordyceps soup.

Huo Shaoheng didn't eat a bite, took the soup spoon and stirred it in the soup bowl twice before pushing it to Song Jinning.

Song Jinning unceremoniously took it over and ate up Huo Shaoheng's bowl in one breath, before taking a long breath and said, "It's so comfortable, this soup is really good."

"You haven't eaten dinner again?" Huo Shaoheng looked at Song Jinning quietly, "I will order meals for you in the future. Three meals a day will be delivered, so you can eat."

"Oh? There is such a good thing? We have a cafeteria here. I have been there several times, and it's not bad..." Song Jinning avoided Huo Shaoheng's clear eyes with some guilty conscience.

She really didn't have time, and the urgency of rebuilding the experiment was whipping her like a whip. She couldn't wait to devote all of her time to it. Twenty-four hours a day was not enough.

She didn't know how many days she had, but she fell asleep in front of the computer and woke up in the morning to continue working.

But even with such hard work, her complexion is still not diminished at all. It seems that the energy accumulated in the past sixteen years of insanity has now been taken out.

Huo Shaoheng smiled, picked up his mobile phone and sent a text message to Yin Shixiong, asking him to go to Jixiangzhai to set up a healthy diet for Song Jinning for a year, and deliver it to her office door three times a day.

Otherwise, Song Jinning would still be hungry and full.

If things go on like this, it will affect her health.

Song Jinning stopped talking, drank the rest of the soup, and ate two small whole-wheat meal buns brought by Huo Shaoheng.

Huo Shaoheng was sitting across from Song Jinning, watching her eating everything before he packed up the soup bowls and took them to Song Jinning's private bathroom to clean them.

Song Jinning followed in, leaning against the door of the bathroom, looking at Huo Shaoheng's tall figure, and suddenly asked, "Shao Heng, do you need my help?"

Knowing a child is better than a mother.

Although Song Jinning was absent for a long time in the years when Huo Shaoheng was growing up, nothing can stop the blood connection.

She was keenly aware of the subtle changes in Huo Shaoheng's mood.

In addition to Gu Nianzhi, Song Jinning is the second person who can feel Huo Shaoheng's hidden emotions.

Huo Shaoheng washed the soup bowl, put it in the closet, washed his hands with hand sanitizer and wiped it clean, then turned around and said, "It's true that there is something going on outside."

Song Jinning was extremely happy. He stepped forward and shook Huo Shaoheng's arm, and solemnly said: "Shao Heng, if you have something to do with your mother, Mom is very happy."

It is a blessing to be a mother to be dependent on and give for your children.

Huo Shaoheng was a little speechless. He was no longer a kid, but in Song Jinning's eyes, he was probably the twelve-year-old who was secretly absent from school 17 years ago and came to see her with a birthday cake.

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