Rong Beiming coughed lightly, picked up the cup and drank the honey water. It seemed that the three parents had discussed it and sent his mother as a representative to interrogate them.
"I'm a little dizzy. Those comrades poured me a lot of wine. How about we explain the problem tomorrow?" His words seemed to be directed at his mother, but his eyes were directed at his grandfather who said nothing.
"Drink too much?" Feng Zhenhai smiled slightly, and then looked at his grandson with sharp eyes, "Then you go up and have a rest and let her accompany us!"
This is the grandson he has watched and educated, so he can't hide those tricks from him.
Ginger is still spicy!
His words immediately caught Rong Beiming's weakness.
Rong Beiming drank up the honey water silently and lay on the sofa: "Don't interrogate for too long. If you miss me, you will cry."
Yu Nianen's face turned slightly red, and she quietly pinched his leg hard, and said with a smile, "It's okay, I like chatting too."
Feng Lan nodded with satisfaction and asked: "Nian En, how old are you?"
"Twenty!"
"Where are you studying?"
"Conservatory of Music."
"Learning to play an instrument?"
"No, I'm learning dance, Chinese dance."
"No wonder you have such a good temperament. You still play the piano quite well. Isn't this your first time playing with Ming?" Feng Lan liked Yu Nianen more and more as he looked at her, with a very kind expression on his face.
"He plays better than me, I just play blindly." Yu Nianen's mood gradually relaxed, and Rong Beiming's hand held her hand without leaving any trace.
"Then how did you meet?"
Rong Beiming sat up immediately: "Mayor Feng, I am the one doing the reconnaissance, and you are definitely not the household registration police officer."
Feng Lan also laughed: "What? Still keeping it a secret?"
"Keep it secret, absolutely keep it secret! Please remember, don't say anything."
Of course Yu Nianen knew Rong Beiming's intention. Their relationship started with a deal, which could not be explained at all.
There is no way I can shamelessly say that I sold it to this man for one million a night.
But if you want to hide it, you have to either lie to them or shut up.
"Okay, let's forget about it and leave it to you two to have some romance." Feng Lan took a sip of tea and asked with a smile, "Nian En, who is there at home?"
Seeing that Feng Lan no longer asked her about her acquaintance with Rong Beiming, Yu Nianen breathed a sigh of relief. She answered softly: "There are only my mother and a sister in high school at home. My father...my father died a few years ago because of
Died of illness."
Speaking of his father, Yu Nianen felt a little sad and his voice became softer.
"Oops! I'm sorry! I don't know. Doesn't this make you sad?"
Rong Beiming straightened up, hugged Yu Nianen into his arms as if no one else was around, and patted her back comfortingly.
"Nian En, do you like my grandson?" Feng Zhenhai, who had been silent for the whole time, asked sharply.
After waiting for many years, Rong Beiming brought a girl back, which was enough to show his sincerity, so Feng Zhenhai felt that this issue was the most critical. The other ones were just clouds, clouds!!
Yu Nianen turned his head and glanced at Rong Beiming. He happened to be looking at her too, with deep eyes...
"Grandpa, Ming is such an outstanding man, anyone would like him?" She looked at Feng Zhenhai politely.
Feng Zhenhai's weather-beaten face was covered with wrinkles left by the years. But his deep eyes always shone with a kind light.