"Aren't you too impatient?"
Fang Guoqing said, "This Spring Festival, Xiaole and Xiaoyao are going home for the first time. You're going to meet her parents right away. Isn't that too fast?"
"Fang Guoqing, do you think I don't know you? You just don't want to go out. You want to go out with your friends every day to drink and play mahjong. This is our son's lifelong event!"
Song Yan glared at her husband.
"Okay, okay, I'll do as you say, okay."
Fang Guoqing immediately backed down.
Fang Xiaole thought about it. If nothing unexpected happened and his proposal was successful, he and Lin Yao would get married in June or July at the latest. It would be necessary for both parents to meet in advance and get to know each other.
"Mom, let me discuss this with Lin Yao, and she can also ask her parents for their opinions."
Fang Xiaole replied, and then reminded his parents:
"Dad, Mom, you know about Lin Yao's parents' situation. When we meet, don't mention Uncle Lin and Aunt Hai's divorce, to avoid embarrassing everyone."
"You don't even need to tell me that. I know."
Thinking that she might be able to meet her "in-laws" soon, Song Yan was so happy that she couldn't stop smiling. She then asked:
"Didn't you say Xiaoyao always wanted her parents to remarry? You visited both families during the New Year. Do you think your in-laws and mother-in-law have any intention of doing so?"
Fang Xiaole said, "Uncle Lin has actually never forgotten Aunt Hai, but...Aunt Hai has never mentioned Uncle Lin in front of Lin Yao and me. I'm afraid this matter will be difficult to handle."
"It's okay. Women always say one thing and mean another. Maybe my mother-in-law has the same idea in her heart, but she is too embarrassed to say it. I will ask Xiaoyao another day and give her some advice."
Song Yan has already regarded Lin Yao as her own daughter-in-law. Her daughter-in-law's wish is naturally her wish, and she must find a way to help her daughter-in-law fulfill it.
"Mom, don't give other people bad advice." Fang Xiaole reminded helplessly.
"What do you know? Only women understand women. I'll meet my mother-in-law next month, and I can even show her off. Maybe I can even tell my daughter-in-law about this!"
Song Yan glared at her son and began to imagine the scene of meeting her in-laws next month, and she couldn't help but grinning foolishly.
"well."
The father and son looked at each other, shook their heads and smiled bitterly.
"By the way, there's also the matter of your sister. What's going on with her and Little Bear...Okay, are you planning on getting married soon?"
Song Yan paused halfway through her speech and looked at Fang Guoqing slightly awkwardly.
The main reason is that Fang Shengnan and her son-in-law made too much noise last night. It can be seen that the two of them have reached a point where the relationship is so intense that it is earth-shaking.
No matter how carefree Fang Shengnan is, she has never had that kind of relationship with any man. Since she is willing to give herself to Xiong Sangou, it naturally means that she has set her heart on this man.
Fang Shengnan is a girl after all. In this situation, if it comes to talking about marriage, she should be more anxious than Fang Xiaole.
"I don't know either. Lin Yao and I work together. I'll ask Lin Yao to ask her someday."
Fang Xiaole paused, then continued:
"By the way, let Lin Yao observe Xiong Sangou."
Song Yan asked curiously, "I thought Xiao Xiong was a very steady person. What's wrong? What's the problem?"
Fang Xiaole thought for a moment and said, "I can't really put my finger on it. I just feel like I've seen Xiong Sangou somewhere before. There seems to be something missing between him and my sister. It doesn't seem like we're in a relationship."
"Even if we're sleeping together, aren't we just friends? Do you think everyone wants to be as clueless as you and insist on getting married?"
Song Yan said dissatisfiedly, turned around and glared at Fang Guoqing again.
If he hadn't instilled in his son the pedantic idea that "men should be responsible and can only do that kind of thing to girls after getting married", his son and Xiaoyao would have definitely broken through the last obstacle long ago, and she might have become a grandmother now.
"It's none of my business." Fang Guoqing quickly lowered his head and drank his drink.
"Anyway, if you want to urge her, go to your sister. She'll be thirty next year, and women aren't popular anymore after they turn thirty!"
Song Yan reminded him worriedly.
At this time, the airport announced that the flight to Jiang Rong was ready to board. Fang Xiaole pulled his suitcase, said goodbye to his parents, and entered the security checkpoint.
Watching her son's back gradually disappear into the distance, Song Yan suddenly asked Fang Guoqing:
"Do you think I'll be able to be a grandmother by this time next year?"
Fang Guoqing glanced at her and asked, "Where is the bladder?"
"What about being a grandmother?"
Song Yan's eyes gradually widened.
"Yes, yes, I can definitely be a grandmother!"
Fang Guoqing changed his words in time.
"Yeah, I think so too."
Song Yan nodded with satisfaction:
"Maybe next year Shengnan will bring my grandson home to celebrate the New Year, haha, hahaha!"
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The lively and warm Spring Festival holiday finally passed. On the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, Fang Xiaole walked into the Apple TV office building with brisk steps.
"Director Fang, Happy New Year!"
"Hello, Director Fang."
"Director Fang, you're here?"
The Apple TV employees he met along the way greeted him warmly.
Last summer he was just a temporary worker on a show, but today, he has become the most sought-after new variety show director on the station and the object of many people's flattery.
When he arrived at the office of the "My Daughter" program team, everyone had already started working. When they saw him come in, they all stood up and greeted him.
At this time, a tall and beautiful figure walked over.
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