A 1970s mom raises a cute baby, and a crazy boss spoils her

"Young comrade, you look familiar to me. Have we met here somewhere before?" The man suddenly spoke to him.

Not to mention, Xu Huaian also felt that this person looked strangely familiar. After searching his memory, he suddenly remembered.

When he first arrived in Beijing, Gu Qinghuan took him to attend the wedding of her stepsister Chen Zhaodi, and this man was the groom's father.

He still remembered that Yun Nianzhou was quite hostile towards him at that time.

That’s right, the man in front of him was Yun Nianzhou’s father, Yun Runtong.

I never thought that he had such a strong background.

Although there were no epaulettes on his clothes, Xu Huaian could still tell from some clues that his identity was not simple.

"You are Yun Nianzhou's father, right? We met at the wedding two years ago!" Xu Huaian took the initiative to bring up the matter.

Yun Runtong reacted immediately. He still remembered his wife saying that this young man was exactly like himself when he was young.

"Yes, look at my memory, it's so bad!

You are Qing Huan's lover, right? I remember you two came here together. How is she doing now?"

As time goes by, Yun Runtong still feels guilty towards Gu Qinghuan. He broke off their engagement and forced her to go to the countryside as an educated youth.

"Qinghuan is fine, and the family is safe and healthy, that's enough." Xu Huaian knew that if Gu Qinghuan were here, he would say the same thing.

"That's good." Yun Runtong couldn't help feeling sad when he thought of the brotherhood he had with Zhong Ziyan in the past.

Zi Yan used to love his niece very much and told him to treat her like his own daughter in the future.

But now it has ended up like this, it’s time! It’s fate!

Now that the situation has changed drastically, and he has been transferred back to Beijing this time, we must find a way to redress his grievances as soon as possible.

"Which unit do you work for now?" Yun Runtong realized belatedly that the child was wearing a military shirt, and not many of them could travel on a military aircraft.

Xu Huaian said honestly: "Ministry of National Defense! I am currently studying at Huaqing Workers, Peasants and Soldiers University."

"Ministry of National Defense? Lao Zhuo's men...

I remember that in the anti-terrorism operation of the Ministry of National Defense two years ago, a young man with outstanding personal performance was specially recruited into the army. Could it be you?"

Xu Huaian nodded uncomfortably, thinking to himself, Chief, your memory is really not bad. You can even remember such trivial things.

After getting a positive answer, Yun Runtong immediately laughed and patted Xu Huaian on the shoulder.

"Young man, that's good. Keep up the good work." He spoke with the attitude of an elder looking at a younger generation.

Xu Huaian nodded awkwardly: "Thank you, Chief."

The two of them then began to close their eyes and rest. It took half a day to fly from Guangdong Province to Beijing.

When it was time for dinner, the person in charge of service on the plane distributed meals to everyone.

The conditions were limited, with only cold canned luncheon meat and a bag of compressed biscuits.

It was okay to just eat it to fill his stomach, Xu Huaian didn't dislike it at all and ate it all up.

It’s just that the compressed biscuits were too dry, so he raised his hand to signal the waiter to give him a glass of water.

When it was brought over, the plane happened to encounter an air current and it bumped violently, causing the large cup of water to spill all over Xu Huaian.

"sorry Sorry!"

The other party quickly apologized.

"It's okay, it's not your problem. I have a spare shirt in my bag."

Xu Huaian waved his hands and quickly took off his wet shirt.

Fortunately, there was a vest underneath, so it wasn't disrespectful.

He stood up and went to get his bag from the luggage rack.

Yun Runtong took a casual glance and his pupils trembled slightly. He stared at Xu Huaian's raised right arm and forgot to breathe in surprise.

He didn't even notice that the compressed biscuits in his hand were crushed into pieces.

The guard called him twice, but he didn't respond.

It was not until Xu Huaian quickly took out his shirt, put it on, and sat down again that Yun Runtong regained consciousness.

There was no time to deal with the debris on my body.

He looked at Xu Huaian nervously, opened his mouth, and realized that he didn't even know his name.

"Little comrade, have you had the red crescent mark on your right arm since childhood?" Yun Runtong clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deeply into his palms, as if he wanted to use the pain to distract himself from his inner anxiety.