"Yuwei is such a good kid! Back then, your Uncle Du regarded you as his prospective son-in-law. What happened to you and Yuwei?" Feng Lan asked with emotion.
"No fate," Rong Beiming smiled faintly, concealing the sense of loss in his heart, and asked, "Yuwei...is she okay?"
"Okay, why can't it be bad? Now I am the head nurse of the Army Hospital. She also likes to call us to greet us. She calls us more frequently than you!"
Rong Beiming didn't speak anymore, just smiled faintly. The familiar figure couldn't help but reappear in his mind, dressed in military uniform and with a heroic appearance.
Maybe I really have to say goodbye to the past like Ye Feng said. Let it go! Let it go completely, leaving no trace.
"Mom, you must have thought that Yuwei would be your wife?"
Feng Lan sighed: "Such a good girl, can you not think so? I am not so lucky. That time, Qin Huai's mother came from the countryside, and I looked at her face with satisfaction and envy! Her son is successful
, my daughter-in-law is satisfied, and my in-laws have no pretensions..."
Feng Lan said and looked at his son with loving eyes: "Ming, if you hadn't retired from the army, you should have become the leader?"
"At least he's a military commander."
"You have a poor mouth. Why do you think you have developed a poor mouth in the past few years?"
"To make you happy! Lord Mayor!" Rong Beiming asked his mother to turn her back to him, put his hands on her shoulders, and kneaded them with moderate strength, "Shoulders are sore! Let me rub them for you, son."
"You want to bribe me! It's useless. It was up to you before, but this time it won't count if you say so. Otherwise, don't call me mom!"
"Are you serious?"
"real!"
"Mayor Feng, I am not under your control now. My household registration is not here." Rong Beiming still joked easily.
"I am your mother and I will take care of you for the rest of your life."
"Don't say this in front of my wife in the future, think about it! She knows that you will care about me for the rest of your life, so she won't care about me anymore!"
Feng Lan turned around and gave him a look, with a somewhat complaining tone: "You brat, you're getting more and more enthusiastic. Your wife? Who is your wife? I didn't even see a shadow of you. Just go around! It's useless."
"My wife... is probably still in kindergarten!"
"I'm telling you, if you keep talking bad, I'll ask your father to beat you up!" Feng Lan smiled and shook his head helplessly, "You're not serious, I should get you back. You were not like this before."
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After talking for a while, Feng Lan went back to the room to rest. Rong Beiming came out of the shower, sat on the bed and lit a cigarette out of habit.
Thinking of what his mother said to him just now, he felt a little sad. He was indeed a little different from before. If it was before, how could he treat Yu Nianen like that?
Thinking about it, he picked up his mobile phone and called home.
The person who answered the phone was Aunt Ling. In the villa, she was usually the last one to go to bed.
"Mr. Rong, it's so late, what can I do?"
"It's okay, Nian En...are you asleep?" Rong Beiming felt strange that when he mentioned this name, his usually strong heart would tremble a little.
"Oh! It's time to go to bed. The lights in the room are turned off."
"Has she had dinner?"
"I have eaten, but my appetite is not good and I didn't eat much!"
Rong Beiming became inexplicably worried: "Aunt Ling, please pay more attention to her. If anything happens, let me know as soon as possible."