That time, when Yu Nianen came, she fell in love with her from the bottom of her heart. She also saw that Rong Beiming was so kind to Yu Nianen, so she still felt that they were the best match together.
"You should also knit some pink ones, what if it's a granddaughter?" Although Feng Lan was still angry, she couldn't help but remind her.
"By the way, do you prefer grandsons or granddaughters?" Aunt Wang stopped knitting and asked with a smile.
"I like them both!" Rong Tian and Feng Lan replied in unison.
"Me too, oops! It seems that we are going to start preparing the things for the baby. I can't wait! Mayor Feng, I've agreed to bring it, can't you go back on it?" Aunt Wang said when she was very young.
When I arrived at this home, I already considered it my home.
In addition, she watched Rong Beiming grow up, so naturally her feelings for him are like a mother's feelings for her son.
"Stop calling me mayor, I've told you so many times, just call me Sister Lan like you did when you first came here!" Feng Lan's gloomy face slowly showed a faint smile: "Let's go out to the streets tomorrow to have a look."
After saying that, she lost interest because she felt unhappy again, "Forget it. If Ming dares to marry her, I won't recognize him as my son."
"Sister Lan, I don't believe you can't!" Aunt Wang said confidently.
"I can! Absolutely!" Feng Lan stood up angrily and went upstairs.
Aunt Wang looked at Feng Lan's back disappearing around the corner of the stairs and asked Rong Tian: "Do you believe it? Mr. Rong?"
"Of course I don't believe it. Xiaolan is a smart talker and she will figure it out." Rong Tian said and stood up. He knew that his wife just had a knot in her heart that she couldn't open, so she was always contradictory like this, "I'll go up.
Please advise her, she is so old and she is still so stubborn!"
"You go up and try to discuss the children's wedding with her. She promises to be happy within a minute."
"Yes, I called Beiming and asked him to tell his mother that she should have full decision-making power about the wedding and the grandson's affairs. His mother must be happy. Now that he has retired, he is too busy to find a way.
Give her something to do."
Going upstairs, Rong Tian saw Feng Lan sitting alone on the balcony, wondering what he was thinking.
"Don't persuade me, I don't want to hear it!" Feng Lan heard the footsteps behind him.
"Are you really planning to fight against these two young men?" Rong Tian sat down next to her, "Well, let's not talk about them, let's talk about the moon, Xiaolan, the moonlight is so beautiful tonight!"
"Nothing new, old-fashioned!"
"Then let's talk about your future daughter-in-law, your grandson, or your child's wedding?"
"Not in the mood, angry!"
"Why don't we give our grandchildren names first?"
"No!" Feng Lan replied dully, and then asked, "This cucumber hasn't even grown up yet, so you are worried? What are you so happy about? Did they say they are going to have a baby?"
"If they dare not have children, I will not allow them to get married."
"Yes, we would like to work together on this, no," Feng Lan suddenly realized, glared at her husband, and said dissatisfied, "What? Are you trying to fool me? Rong Tian, whose side are you on?
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"Me! Standing on the side of facts, you have to face the facts when it comes to your son's life-long matters. You like Xiyan, and your son likes Nian En. And you only have one son. If you don't compromise, you can divide your son into two.