Lu Zheng, codenamed "King of Hell", is the youngest regiment commander of the Southwest Military Region. His tendons are as hard as iron. In his life, he only knows guns and battle plans. Everyone bets that he is destined to die alone in his life.
Until that rainy night, a five-year-old dumpling covered in mud and holding a broken abacus kicked open the door of his barracks.
"Lu Zheng, based on genetic probability and facial bone comparison, I am your sperm that was left behind... Oh no, daughter."
Lu Zheng looked at the little thing in front of him who was staring at his chest and drooling while muttering about complex functions. For the first time, he felt that the gun barrel in his hand was a little hot to the touch.
The whole courtyard is going crazy: King Lu Yan not only has a daughter, but he is also a genius who can see through the loopholes in logistics accounts at a glance?
From then on, there was a group with a unique style of painting in the cold military camp.
Lu Zheng: Carrying weight for five kilometers!
Lin Mianmian: Dad, based on your heart rate and muscle congestion, you should have kidney deficiency if you continue to run.
Lu Zheng: ... Shut up!
