Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

Jack benefited a lot from this conversation.

This had been mu Yuan\'s wish for many years, and it had never changed.

Little Yuan ...

Jack admired Xiao Yuan, but at the same time, his heart ached for him.

The softest part of his heart had been given to such a person. After mu Yuan fell asleep, he sat on the roof, deep in thought. He called old Rayleigh, who had been doing well recently. The whole family was celebrating the year that the Anderson family would go down in history. They were immersed in joy and anticipated it every year, but every year ... They were disappointed.

He had finally reached the peak.

"Dad, I\'m sick." Jack\'s phone call didn\'t change old Rayleigh\'s mood. He even said indifferently,"you\'re still young. Why do you still look for me when you\'re sick? I can\'t help you. Tell your Lieutenant Colonel when you\'re sick. Don\'t tell me."

Jack paused for a moment."My anxiety ... Has been going on for almost half a year."

Old Rayleigh was speechless.

Like a bomb, the old Rayleigh was left speechless. He wanted to curse, but he could not. He wanted to say something, but he could not. He could only hold his breath.

He almost choked to death.

"You ... Are you trying to anger us to death?"

"After Xiao Yuan recuperates, I want to go to China for a tactical exchange for three years. Do you think ... That\'s possible?" Jack asked.

"No!" Rayleigh said in a low voice. The three years of Jack\'s Peak as a soldier were more valuable than diamonds and gold. How could he waste them? Jack was at his peak now, but he wanted to engage in tactical communications. This was undoubtedly ... Self-exile.

"Two years," Jack opened his mouth with difficulty.

"No!" "You\'re 30 years old this year. A soldier\'s peak is 35 years old at most. Any higher and they\'ll go downhill. You only have three years. Are you going to waste it?" Jack, what are you thinking about?"

The father and son rarely talked openly and honestly. After they grew up, they almost didn\'t talk about anything. Wesley and Jack were both very independent people. Even if they had something hidden in their hearts, they rarely troubled their parents. The family would solve it themselves unless they couldn\'t bear it, and they would ask their parents for help.

This was a rare situation.

Old Rayleigh was very confident in his son.

"I\'m a little tired. " Jack said softly,"I haven\'t taken a break in the past five years. Even if I accumulated a lot of breaks, I still have a long break. Moreover, I can\'t go to the front line. I went to do tactical communications and retired. I\'m still in charge of the things that were originally my responsibility. It\'s just that I can\'t go to the front line anymore."

In the past few years, he had trained many people. There was a young man named Reid in the anti-terrorism team who had also performed extremely well. Wesley could also take over some things, but he needed time to treat him.

"Anxiety can\'t be cured in a day. Before I\'m cured, I can\'t be sure that my decisions are right. I can\'t judge whether my mood will influence my decisions. This is something I can\'t control. I don\'t want more tragedies to happen because of my illness. I need time to treat it."

"Don\'t think I don\'t know how you get this anxiety. " "Who are you trying to force?" old Rayleigh roared and almost smashed his things. He had a fiery temper to begin with.

"I\'m responsible for you, my family, myself ... And my comrades. Dad, I have seven emotions and six desires. I\'m not a robot. If I have feelings, I will have emotions and I will also lose control. I didn\'t want to be sick. There\'s no point in discussing why I\'m sick now. I need treatment. I\'ve already asked the psychiatrist to come over and am actively cooperating with the treatment." Jack said gently.