"Oh!" the mother suddenly cried out, clutching her stomach.
The father couldn't sit still any longer. Fang Zong looked at the two elders and said directly, "Go to the bathroom first, you'll know when you come back."
Fortunately, Fang Zong got a new house. Although it wasn't a mountain villa, it was big enough, several thousand square meters, made by combining more than a dozen apartments.
Not to mention the toilet, even the bathroom has two medium-sized bathtubs because Fang Zong likes water.
While his parents went to the restroom and shower, Fang Zong sat on the sofa in the living room, holding a teacup and smiling softly.
Half an hour later, the parents pushed each other out of the house.
"My good son, what are you feeding us? It's absolutely amazing!"
The mother was overjoyed and looked at herself in the mirror.
The father couldn't resist lighting a cigarette, then, after a moment's thought, handed one to his son and asked earnestly, "It must be quite expensive, right?"
"Not expensive, umm...not expensive!" Fang Zong sniffed, his eyes still open, and tears streamed down his face.
My father's wrinkles have faded considerably, he had a herniated disc, and his slightly hunched back has straightened; my mother, who had been a little plump due to her age, now has no belly and looks radiant.
This is how Fang Zong remembers him!
Only by comparing the two can one realize how much suffering and hardship their parents have endured over the past ten years.
They've really gotten old!
His mother quickly hugged Fang Zong and comforted him, "Don't cry, good boy, don't cry. Look at me, I look ten years younger! This is a good thing! Are things too expensive and you don't have enough money? Do you owe money? It's okay, it's okay, we'll sell the house to pay them back. Don't make things difficult for yourself! Your parents still prefer our old little house!"
Fang Zong quickly explained, "No need, it didn't cost any money!"
"How could it not have cost money? Such a good thing..." The mother didn't believe it.
Fang Zong wiped away his tears and smiled: "It really didn't cost any money. Your son is amazing, really, I'm not lying to you. I have something to do, you guys should go to sleep early!"
With that, Fang Zong placed a silver card with a black border on the table and quickly went downstairs.
“This child must be in a difficult situation. Honey, we need to find out the truth and not let the child suffer.”
As Fang's mother chattered on, she tugged at her husband, only to find him holding a card, staring blankly into space.
"Honey," Mr. Fang asked blankly, "do you remember what they said on TV just now, who is the number one military general of the younger generation?"
"Suit-wearing thug, that's all he has, it's like a hooligan... I'm telling you, forget about the suit-wearing thug, I'm asking about my son!"
Fang's mother became anxious.
Then, a card was placed in front of her.
Mr. Fang leaned forward as well: "This is our son's military card, a suit-wearing thug, the number one among the younger generation in the country, number one on the Leopard Ranking, and high-ranking official treatment."
"Honey, hit me! Am I dreaming?"
Fang's mother: "..."
The two elders were completely bewildered. Just as they were about to go downstairs to ask, Fang Zong's voice came from downstairs.
"By the way, Mom and Dad, a friend gave me a limousine, you know, the kind of car for older people. I've asked Yang Tiesheng to be your driver, and you can use this one from now on."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Fang was stunned again.
Hongqi brand, or the extended version?
In his time, wasn't this reserved for high-ranking government officials?
He seriously doubted that if he hadn't just become ten years younger, he would have had a heart attack right away!
Downstairs in the clinic, Fang Zong sat in the main consultation seat, taking the juice that Laura, with her short legs swinging, handed him and drinking it with a smile.
Zhao Changle and Yang Xiaoliu sat opposite each other. One was gorgeous and charming, like an ancient imperial concubine goddess, while the other was scratching his ears and cheeks, looking like a 1.2-meter-tall monkey.
Fang Zong looked at Yang Xiaoliu and asked, "Why are you here?"
Yang Xiaoliu chuckled, "Lin Qiaoyu called and asked me to come. She said she had to leave for a while and was worried that we wouldn't have enough manpower here, so she asked me to come. She also said that she would definitely give me something good when she came back."
Zhao Changle looked aggrieved and pitifully charming: "I got nothing in return; she threatened me when she left~~"
"How did you threaten me?" Fang Zong blinked.
Zhao Changle almost cried: "She said if something happens here, she'll hug me and self-destruct as a ghost. Listen to that, listen to what she said! Isn't that bullying me? Even if she doesn't come back, do you think you can make me feel better if something happens here?"
"Can't come back?"
Fang Zong glared: "If you keep spewing filth, I'll make you feel good right now!"
Zhao Changle chuckled, her expression becoming even more alluring: "I'm not gay!"
"Get out!" Fang Zong felt numb all over.
This heir born from Prince Ning's infidelity is truly more beautiful than a woman...
According to Yang Xiaoliu, Lin Qiaoyu left the day after he went to the capital, and no one knew where she went. This was very unusual, because in the Eastern Kingdom, Lin Qiaoyu shouldn't have had any reason to leave.
Just then, my phone rang.
Fang Zong took out his phone, looked at the caller ID, and found that it was the landline number of the Yang family from Taiwan.
He never kept many phone numbers in his phone, but he greatly admired the women of the Yang family, so for the first time, he saved the landline number of the Yang family residence, as well as the private number of Yang Yuying, the head of the Yang family.
Regardless of which one it is, the person who can call him must be Yang Yuying herself.
“Your own mother.” Fang Zong raised his hand to show Yang Xiaoliu.
Yang Xiaoliu glared: "I don't have a mother like that!"
"Thump!" A sharp rap on the forehead reduced Yang Xiaoliu's 1.2 meters to 0.9 meters. Anyone who doesn't acknowledge their own mother deserves a beating.
Then she answered the phone and said with a smile, "Sister Yuying, is there something you need?"
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