Chapter 322 Complexity

The great marshal fell silent again.

Originally, he wanted to say that he would never restrict Ai Moye's freedom to choose a spouse.

If one day in the future, he is not by her side, she can freely fall in love, get married, and have children.

The Felix family will still be her backing. As long as the family is still there, no one can stop her way.

But why can't such words be said openly?

When he thought about the future, there might really be another man who would be by Ai Moye's side, asking about her well-being and being attentive, the marshal felt quite subtle.

Ai Moye put her finger on his forehead and said to herself, "Did you have a fever because you were too tired from work? No. Did you not wake up? Was you possessed? Brain-dead?"

The more he talked, the more confused he became. Di Lie completely gave up the topic.

His little quail is not a dodder without his own opinion, and he does not need him to arrange the future.

What kind of life she wants to live and what kind of person she wants to be, she will gradually explore and go on in the years to come.

At a time when the interstellar situation is becoming more and more tense, the leaders of the Interstellar Federation jointly issued a notice to all interstellar humans.

In the news, faces represent the top combat power of the human military.

"In many wars, we have determined the coordinates of the 'Road'. The Federation will launch a precise strike on the 'Road' in ten days to cut off the Zerg's invasion of our star field."

"The battle between humans and high-level Zerg has lasted for thousands of years and will come to an end in this era. We swear here to defend the everlasting and brilliant civilization of mankind with our lives."

...

Countries have launched precise strikes on the "Road" one after another. With the Road as a medium, the Zerg from other universes have been blocked, but the military generals did not show a relaxed expression to the people.

This means that the situation is still serious.

Ai Moye went to school and the classmates were talking about it.

Heyuan is a military academy. Once the war comes, they, the military reserve personnel, will also set foot on the battlefield in advance.

Because she is close to her due date, Ai Moye also has to undergo a physical examination in the hospital.

Mrs. Emma accompanied her to let Ai Moye not be nervous.

Ai Moye sat in a wheelchair, feeling particularly complicated, "I'm really not unable to walk, ma'am."

It can even be said that she is now strong enough to kill pigs.

Mrs. Emma happily pushed her, "You are too active, Ye Ye, and I didn't have the opportunity to take care of you during the entire pregnancy. Now let me taste the feeling of being a mother and take good care of my pregnant daughter, okay?"

Ai Moye tried hard to sort out this sentence, and asked, "Will Uncle Di come back when I give birth?"

"If he dares not to come back, I will twist his head off and make soup for you, okay?" Madam Emma said dotingly.

Ai Moye stroked her pregnant belly, her eyes empty.

Imagine that as soon as she opened the lid of the pot, she saw the marshal's head floating in the soup, his black hair mixed with chopped green onions swaying slightly, his ice-blue eyes covered with a layer of water vapor, and he looked at her in surprise.

Thinking of this, Ai Moye shuddered fiercely.

It's so scary, but also inexplicably funny. What's going on?

After pushing Ai Moye to the ward, Madam Emma had to go through some formalities in person, so Ai Moye waited here for a while.

The ward had been arranged in advance, and she would stay here for a few days before and after giving birth.

However, with her healthy physical condition, this ward would probably not be useful.

It would take no more than half a day to be discharged from the hospital after giving birth. As long as interstellar women can hold on until giving birth, there will be almost no sequelae.

After the door closed, Ai Moye stood up from the wheelchair and stretched.

The imperial capital was very quiet. People who went to work were squeezing public transportation and airships, and those who were lazy were lying at home like salted fish, living a dull daily life.

However, the air no-fly zone set up in the past was requisitioned by the military, and fighter planes could be seen crossing the blue sky at any time, leaving white straight lines in the sky.

"There is no sense of war at all." Ai Moye murmured in a low voice.

At this moment, the phone rang.

She thought it was Lin Jiahui, notifying her to go back to attend important courses, but it turned out to be an unknown number.

Di Lie had informed her in advance that her phone was implanted with an eavesdropping program, and the Imperial Intelligence Department was monitoring it at any time.

Ai Moye pressed the call button without hesitation.

"Who?"

"Hehe." A familiar low laugh came from the other side.

Ai Moye's eyebrows tightened, "Bu Jianzhou?"

"Yes," Bu Jianzhou said playfully, "Miss Ai can already tell from the voice that it's me, I'm really flattered."

The door of the ward was pushed open silently, and Madam Emma gestured to Ai Moye at the door, and there were several security guards accompanying her behind her.

Ai Moye nodded and didn't hang up in a hurry.

"What do you want to do?"

"Me?" Bu Jianzhou deliberately paused for a moment, and seeing that Ai Moye didn't ask any more questions, he had to say, "Guess."

"Guess your sister."

"Guess carefully."

"Guess your whole family."

"Please don't swear, Madam Marshal, it's not conducive to the marshal's lofty image in front of the public." Bu Jianzhou said elegantly.

If it weren't for the intelligence department's pursuit of Bu Jianzhou's location, Ai Moye would have hung up the phone impatiently long ago.

"I don't think I've ever offended you, why do you keep on bothering me?"

"Well, can you just treat me as if I'm bored?" Bu Jianzhou's voice became empty, as if he was reminiscing about the past, with deep nostalgia, "There aren't many people who can chat with me, and I think I'm quite compatible with you."

"Then," Ai Moye turned and asked, "Can you tell me why you helped Dr. Martin and committed so many crimes?"

Bu Jianzhou asked back, "Why can't Dr. Martin help me and destroy the world?"

Ai Moye said, "From the Angel Workshop plan, I believe that the crazy doctor is really planning for the future of mankind. And you, it seems like you want to destroy the world."

Bu Jianzhou was amused by her statement.

"Because you are a college student who is not familiar with the world, you speak so bluntly?" Bu Jianzhou said meaningfully, "I am indeed dissatisfied with this world, and I also want to do something that will be deeply remembered by humans."

"Why?" Ai Moye asked.

"Guess."

Ai Moye: "..."

Bu Jianzhou said again: "I hate traitors and don't like to see his sanctimonious and condescending face. This is also one of the reasons."

Ai Moye was puzzled, but before she could ask further, Bu Jianzhou had already planned to end the call.

"It's nice to chat with you, Miss Ai. Besides, it's not easy to track me. Don't be discouraged even if you fail. I look forward to our next meeting. Goodbye."

The call was unilaterally cut off, and Ai Moye looked back at Madam Emma.

Madam walked up, gently took the phone from her hand, and blocked the number.

"This person is really annoying. Be good, Ye Ye, don't pay attention to him in the future." Madam said.

Ai Moye hesitated and asked, "Madam, do you know his background?"

Madam Emma touched her belly and said softly, "Don't explore these things first. Wait until you give birth to the child and have enough energy, okay?"

That's not something that can be explained in a few words. Maybe now is not the right time.