2129: Memory kill's father-son relationship

Memory kill's father-son relationship

Jack gave Reyman a knife eye, and Reyman turned around, not daring to ask anymore.2

Major, you're too fierce.

Alright, he had already imagined a series of impure stories. He wouldn't hear any impure sounds tonight, would he?

He was a proper military officer, so why did he have to suffer like this?

Why did he let him know that his superior was fooling around with the enemy's military officer?

Was he going to report this?

There was no bed in the study. The entire wall was filled with bookshelves, and there were many books on the bookshelves. The owner loved to read, so the study was decorated very warmly. The floor was covered with a pure white wool carpet. It would not be a problem for Jack to make do with him for the night. When they were training, they could even sleep on the branches, and he would send and receive emails in front of the computer.

Amanda had sent him an email asking if he would be home for Christmas. Wesley wanted to go home to celebrate the holiday.

Jack thought for a while and replied with an email. He had a mission to complete and would not reply.

He picked a few more important emails and replied.

He took off the watch, took out some small tools, and began to plug the watch in to repair it. This was a handcrafted mechanical watch. The craftsmanship was very complicated and required specialized machinery to repair it. He and Wesley had loved electronic products since they were young. They often disassembled and reassembled them. When they were in primary school, they disassembled all the computers and televisions at home with Wesley and reassembled them. They were very adept at doing these things.

After removing a few parts and draining the water inside, he sent a photo to his father. Rayleigh Anderson had just finished a meeting and was furious when he saw the photo."You broke it again?"

"Water's in," Jack said as he put the grenade on speaker.

Rayleigh chided,"I think you're out of your mind. The military watch is the most waterproof in the world. It's simple and easy to use. Why don't you use it? why do you have to waste the antique watches at home?"

After all, it was an ancestral watch that had been passed down for more than a hundred years. Rayleigh had treasured it a lot. Jack had given it to his son as an adult when he was eighteen, but it had been broken twice in less than two years.

Jack said,"I'll fix it."

Rayleigh snorted."Of course you'll fix it. The watch shop is full of young people these days. They've never even seen a watch of this style, let alone the parts. No one can fix it except for a few old masters who are about to die. The parts are nowhere to be found. If you don't fix it, who will?"

"Why did you wear it out?" Rayleigh asked, his tone filled with disdain.

"Dad, I don't think you'll want to hear the truth,"

"What a coincidence, I'm only willing to hear the truth. Speak!" Rayleigh took a deep breath, ready to give him a good scolding no matter what he said.

Jack said,"I've taken a fancy to someone. He always thinks that I'm poor and wants to keep me as his mistress. I just want to prove that I'm not poor."

Rayleigh Anderson, who was about to start scolding, said,"hahahahahahaha, and the watch isn't waterproof at all. Does he think you bought it from a roadside stall?"

Jack was left speechless.

Dad, Xiao Yuan is actually your biological son, right?

"Retribution!" Officer Anderson said,"I told you to wear a watch and act cool. Your wife has such a good ambition, why do you have to attack her? it's so easy to live off your wife. Look at me, I've been your mother's sugar baby since I was young."

Jack said,"we can end our Chat Now."

Rayleigh Anderson hurriedly said,"wait a minute. After you returned from your military service on independence, you've either been training new recruits in the South American base or going on missions. There's not a single cow in the base, and your team is full of women. Who are you dating? My heart isn't good. Don't tell me you're dating a terrorist?"

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