Chapter 286 Short Essay

Ji Chengyue lost control of her emotions.

The day before yesterday, she collected Amos’ criminal record from her black journalist friends at the cost of their lives, used a false name and a false address, and submitted it directly to the U.S. Department of Justice.

Yesterday, she learned that the abandoned factory with a false address was surrounded by a group of armed forces armed with live ammunition.

Almost at the same time, she received terrible news:

The widow of the black reporter who died tragically was forcibly sent to a California mental hospital.

Amos, in this way, shows those who oppose him that his hands and eyes can reach the sky.

At the same time, Ji Chengyue discovered in despair that she had devoted five years to desperately saving the stranded fish and jumped back into the shallow pit on the beach.

——The war-torn people in the Yaco war zone accepted the "aid" from the United States and happily welcomed the U.S. troops stationed there. At the same time, they drove out the humanitarian rescue teams from various countries and regions without mercy.

Then, those people took the initiative to take up arms and pushed the war to the smaller, weaker country next door.

Ji Chengyue happened to be not in the Yaco war zone.

If she had been there, she couldn't imagine how she would feel when she was expelled by the people she had rescued.

Friday’s phone call became her spiritual pillar.

Only her family stood behind her.

At this moment, she was extremely lucky to have a family.

She decided to return home.

Return to your family.

Return to her husband and sons.

Once this idea comes up, it grows violently and quickly like weeds that grow wildly after the rain.

She couldn't wait any longer and immediately started preparations for returning to China.

Because I was so involved, I almost forgot about the phone appointment on Friday.

"Qiyun..." Ji Chengyue's voice trembled, "Is it you?"

Jiang Qiyun's eyes turned red.

It’s mom——

When he was a child, he was bullied by older children. His elder brother would scold him coldly and force him to fight to win back.

In fact, he knew that even if he really couldn't beat him, his brother would secretly vent his anger on his behalf.

But he still couldn't help but envy those children who could be held and cared for tenderly by their mothers.

They can act coquettishly with their mother, and when they encounter something unpleasant, they can talk to their mother about their concerns.

You can sit in your mother's arms and listen to stories.

And what if he, Jiang Qiyun, has a prominent family background?

He has no mother.

but!

It's different now.

He has a mother now.

On the other end of the phone is his mother!

There is something magical about the emotional bond between mother and child.

Just like quantum entanglement in space, their moods can be synchronized instantly even if they are separated by distant space.

The people on both ends of the phone were heartbroken, but no one spoke.

Father Jiang broke the silence and explained softly: "Chengyue, I accidentally... let Qiyun discover your existence..."

Ji Chengyue's chest heaved violently: "Lao Jiang... I don't blame you. As a mother, as a wife... I should apologize... Lao Jiang, I am tired, I want to go back..."

"Back? Back to where?" Jiang Zhenguo couldn't believe his ears.

"Go back to China. Go home."

Jiang Qilan turned the pen in his hand.

There was a line of information spread out in front of me, and I read it three times without understanding its meaning.

He sighed.

He looked at the time, a quarter past eight.

I wonder if mom called?

Will her mother be angry that her brother knows about her existence?

Also, that brat Jiang Qiyun might cry again...

Jiang Qilan is not very good at dealing with this kind of scene, nor can he say gentle words, let alone comfort people.

He will only protect his family in his own way.

He turned his pen again.