Great Power Army Reclamation

Ma Rong and his wife are currently the most harmonious couple of their generation. Mainly it’s better if their personalities complement each other.

Ma Rong is strong and enterprising. Zhang Feng is delicate and considerate, so they have never blushed for so many years since they were married. Although Zhang Feng also has his own job, he is basically content to be the man behind Ma Rong.

In fact, this is what couples are like. If one party is strong, the other party must be weak. Of course, this kind of weakness does not mean that you have to be unprincipled. Your persistence belongs to your bottom line.

Otherwise, once the stronger partner is too immodest, the marriage will definitely be a piece of cake until you really can't stand it anymore and leave sadly.

At least Zhang Feng still understands this, and has been insisting on some details, such as asking Ma Rong to wash the dishes after dinner. For example, Ma Rong had to go out and buy breakfast twice a week so that Zhang Feng could sleep more.

In fact, Zhang Feng did all this just to make Ma Rong remember him, no matter how old the official is? You are always a woman, my wife.

In fact, Ma Rong was impatient sometimes, but Zhang Feng refused to give in. After so many years of perseverance, Ma Rong got used to it.

And slowly, she took over the whole business of buying breakfast. She got up early in the morning, took a walk, bought breakfast on the way, and greeted people along the way, earning a reputation as a virtuous daughter-in-law.

But in fact, Zhang Feng washes the underwear at home. But this is something that you and I are willing to do, and no one else can interfere.

Seeing that nothing was wrong with his son, he let him go back to sleep. Ma Rong went to the study and started to read some documents. Some things needed to be approved tomorrow.

Zhang Feng brought in a cup of tea. Ma Rong liked to drink jasmine tea with some honey. The honey is date nectar.

Zhang Feng gently put the tea on the table, and then walked out quietly. I was afraid that the louder voice would affect Ma Rong's thinking.

Ma Rong only looked away from the documents when she heard the door closing. The matter of her son reminded her of herself. What would it be like if she could marry Ye Yuze?

Then he shook his head, guessing that his and Zhang Feng's status would have been interchanged, right? She was willing to do this for him, but over the years, would she be able to bear it? she does not know.

Maybe God knows that many marriages are not suitable for being together, so no matter how persistent you are, He will tie the red rope to someone else's hand.

"Yang Wei, what did you do again? You came back so late." Zhao Ling'er shouted angrily towards her son.

"I'm going to find Ye Qianqian and follow them to the party!" Yang Wei didn't care about his mother's arrogance, mainly because he had seen it too much and got used to it.

"You little brat, you're terrible at studying, but you're pretty good at other things. Why don't you just read at home for a while?" Zhao Ling'er hated the fact that iron cannot be transformed into steel.

Yang Wei shook his head like a rattle: "I can't learn well. If I waste that time, I might as well do something I like."

"Then how will you get a job in the future? Will you go to the construction site all day to move bricks? Your classmates are sitting in the research room wearing white coats, but you are at the construction site. Isn't it embarrassing?"

Yang Wei shook his head decisively: "It's not shameful. My father has shares in Uncle Ye's real estate company. I can just supervise the work! What kind of bricks are being moved?"

"You..." Zhao Ling'er was furious, but she didn't know what to say. Unable to refute. But soon there was another reason.

"Look at your Uncle Ye, Ye Feng, and Ye Yuji. Which one is bad at studying? How can you manage your own business if you don't study well?"

Yang Wei was still confident: "I have my sister. She can help manage it. Besides, those companies have professionals working on them. Uncle Ye doesn't care. It's my turn to take charge. If I really need to take care of it someday, Then I'll let my sister take care of it. When work needs to be done, there are 12 younger brothers below, so I can just direct them."

Speaking of this, Yang Wei seemed to think of something? Some complained: "Grandma Meihua had to take them back to Africa. I was planning to train them to form a formation this summer."

Zhao Ling'er turned around to look for the feather duster. She searched around but couldn't find it, so she had to pick up the broom on the ground.

Yang Wei stuck his butt out: "Mom, hurry up and spank me, I still have to watch TV."

Zhao Ling'er sat down on the sofa. She didn't want to talk. She really couldn't control this son.

Thinking about those 12 little black children, she instantly felt happy. Comrade Zhao often took those children home, and Zhao Ling'er often encountered them. Every time Comrade Zhao asked the children to call her mother, Zhao Ling'er felt bad. Yes, but I still agreed, mainly because I didn’t agree and Comrade Zhao really fell out.

Now that I think about it, those little guys are much cuter than my son. No wonder Comrade Zhao has always ignored his grandson. It turned out that he gave up treatment.

Thinking about it, she was still a little unwilling. Zhao Ling'er didn't care what time it was, picked up the phone and called Yang Geyong.

After hearing what Zhao Ling'er said, Yang Geyong didn't listen to her complaint, but said, "Let Yang Wei answer the phone."

Yang Wei on the side had already heard the content of his mother's call. Now when he heard his father calling him, he immediately jumped up and took the phone.

"Dad, why are you looking for me?"

Yang Geyong's tone was calm, without any hint of evil: "You go to the airport early tomorrow morning. There will be a flight to Marseille City at 8 o'clock in the morning to deliver things. You come with me and spend this summer vacation here!"

"Okay, dad, let me participate in the special forces training." Yang Wei was extremely excited.

"I asked you to come here to let you participate in training. You have to exercise hard." Yang Geyong replied.

Yang Wei jumped up happily: "Dad, I'm going to get some things now. What do I need to bring?"

"Just bring yourself, nothing else is required." Yang Geyong told his son.

Yang Wei agreed, put the phone into his son's hand, and ran back to his house to figure out what to bring.

Zhao Ling'er took her mobile phone and complained: "Why did you send him to Africa in such a hot day? Aren't you afraid of him suffering from heat stroke?"

Yang Geyong was a little impatient: "If you can take care of it, don't call me. You are almost exhausted before you come to me. If I don't be more ruthless, can this child still be able to take care of it? If you don't let him come, don't call me anymore." Call me, I still have so many trumpets anyway, whoever comes out in the future will be better than him!"

Zhao Ling'er was choked and almost couldn't breathe. She also knew the shortcomings of her character. Now her family is broken up, her son is not living up to expectations, and her parents have even severed ties. Although they have reconciled now, there is not much intimacy.

So she put down the phone and no longer suffered from this anger. I sat down and drank a glass of water in one breath. Then I thought about it and went to my son's room to help pack things.

Unexpectedly, he was pushed out by his son: "Mom, don't worry about it. Dad told me everything I brought. If you pretend to be blind, not only will the things be thrown away, but you will also beat me! Are you responsible?"