Chapter 1992： Poorer (2/2)
”How is it? Lao Jiang, it's useless for your grandson to get married first, maybe my granddaughter gets pregnant first!”
Jiang Xiangqian thought that the great-grandson was known by the military district compound, and the great-grandson’s name had been named.
As a result, after waiting for half a year, let alone great-grandchildren, Su Mian was not pregnant at all!
His sad hair is all white.
My grandson and granddaughter-in-law did not seem to be in a hurry.
Wei Zhenhui knew he was impatient, but Su Mian was only 19 years old.
It is now the most beautiful stage of her life. If she is pregnant with a child, the dream of Special Forces Su Mian can only be given up.
At the same time, he can also understand the feelings of Chief Jiang.
The grandson is almost 27 and has not been raised by his side since childhood. I want to make up for my great-grandson, and I want to make up for the love for Wei Zhenhui in his great-grandson.
Looking at Jiang Xiangqian's expectant eyes, Wei Zhenhui felt soft.
Jiang Xiangqian at this time was not a battle-tested general, nor a majestic founding father.
He is just a dying old man, a grandfather, a grandfather, and an old man eager to see new life.
”Grandpa!” Wei Zhenhui gently embraced the old man's thin shoulders, blending into the feelings of bone and blood, making the two of them cuddled closely.
”I know you, and I know that you are worried. I have discussed this with Su Mian. After two years, only two years, when she retires from the special forces team, we will have children.
You also know that Su Mian is very good, and even a rare special warfighter. Didn't you tell everyone that your grandson and daughter-in-law were born to be special forces?
If she is not a special force or a special force member, you would also feel a pity!
Su Mian will regret it herself. ”
Jiang Xiangqian nodded. This was the first time that his grandson had told him so much and had a heart-to-heart with him.
The explosion is over at noon~~~
Come on, babies and watch, there is a wave around 8 o'clock in the evening, let’s see how much the bird can write~~~
For the baby who likes books, vote for the bird master~~~
(End of this chapter)