Out of curiosity, Yang Ruoqing originally wanted to say: How about your mother take a look at the letters Bingbing gave you?

The words reached his lips and he swallowed them back.

Letters are other people's privacy. Whether it is Luo Baobao or Bingbing, it belongs to both of them.

I rashly mentioned it to my daughter. If she is not happy and embarrassed to refuse, it will embarrass her.

So you still have to be more knowledgeable, unless your daughter encounters something she is not sure about and takes the initiative to show you the letter and wants you to help her give her an idea.

"No matter what, when someone writes to you, you still have to reply out of courtesy."

Yang Ruoqing changed her words to Luo Baobao.

"Mom, I'm really busy, how can I have time?" Luo Baobao raised his eyebrows, his face full of innocence.

"What's more, he has never been to a real battlefield. All he talked about were trivial things in the military camp. I don't think there is a need to reply."

Yang Ruoqing said patiently: "Even if this is the case, you still need to write a letter to explain the situation to him, so as to save him from continuing to waste time on writing letters."

Although Yang Ruoqing has not seen Bingbing's current situation, she can imagine that every time Bingbing sends a letter to Luo Baobao, he must be looking forward to a reply.

But every letter was like a cow falling into the ocean. He must be constantly experiencing expectations, disappointment, and trying again...

It really wastes time!

"Okay, I'll send him a reply when I get back to the camp and tell him not to write to me again."

Yang Ruoqing also warned: "Be careful with your words and tone, and try to be as gentle as possible."

Luo Baobao smiled and said, "Mom, don't worry, I will explain it to him calmly and let him do his own thing with peace of mind."

"That's good."

…

Later Luo Fengtang returned home, and when Yang Ruoqing was talking to him, she mentioned the correspondence between Luo Baobao and Bingbing.

Yang Ruoqing said: "This girl of ours is as carefree as a boy. She has been like this since she was a child. If you say you don't want to write letters, why don't you tell others, and make them keep writing, keep writing,

Why!"

Luo Fengtang was strangely silent.

"What's wrong? Why don't you say anything?" Yang Ruoqing leaned on his shoulder and bumped him lightly, asking.

Luo Fengtang's brows tightened even more.

"Hey, what's going on with you? Why do you have this expression? Talk, talk, talk!"

Yang Ruoqing pinched Luo Fengtang's face, pressed her own face against him, and touched him nose to nose, staring at him with big eyes.

At this time, Luo Fengtang was finally amused.

He held her hand and sighed helplessly, "I was thinking, Bingbing, that boy, has an impure mind!"

"Impure?" Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows, stopped messing around, and looked straight at him, "What do you mean? You mean Bingbing likes my daughter?"

Luo Fengtang nodded.

"Isn't this possible? How old is our daughter? She is only fourteen! The charm of women has not yet unfolded!"

"When I fell in love with you, you were only twelve years old and fat as a ball." Luo Fengtang looked sideways at her and corrected her seriously.

"Um..." Yang Ruoqing's head was full of black lines, "So, there are not many people who have such strong tastes as you."

Luo Fengtang remained silent and looked at her firmly.

Yang Ruoqing added: "Besides, they have been playing together since childhood, maybe they are not what we imagined?"

Luo Fengtang: "I am a man and I understand men."

"Ah?" Yang Ruoqing was really dumbfounded now.

She trusted Luo Fengtang's intuition.

"Then what should we do now? Judging from our daughter's reaction, Bingbing probably doesn't have the courage to express his feelings to her yet," she added.

Luo Fengtang said: "Perhaps Bingbing is not confident in himself, is unsure, and is afraid of being rejected."

"There is another possibility," he added.

"Which possibility?"

"There may be hidden hints in the letter, but my daughter didn't notice it."

"Haha, the latter is very likely. Our daughter is careless and careless, just like a boy. I can't guarantee that she will read the letter at a glance. She will scan it once and throw it aside if she doesn't find what she wants to read."

As Yang Ruoqing spoke, she couldn't help but laugh.

Unlike some little girls, when they receive a letter from the opposite sex, they will read it word for word, and they may go over it again and again if there is any slight ambiguity...

Baby Luo's development in this area is obviously lagging behind.

"Then how should we deal with this matter? Should we give some warning in that direction?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Luo Fengtang shook his head decisively: "It's best not to."

"Let nature take its course for this kind of thing. When the time comes, she will understand everything and know how to deal with it."

"As parents, we should just wait and see what happens, and don't interfere forcefully, lest it be counterproductive!"

Yang Ruoqing pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll just pretend not to know."

After a while, the two couldn't help but smile at each other again. Luo Fengtang asked: "Qing'er, why are you smiling?"

Yang Ruoqing asked, "Then what are you laughing at?"

Luo Fengtang: "I see you smile, and I laugh too."

Yang Ruoqing was happy, "I laugh because I find it interesting."

"Where's the fun?"

"My daughter!" she said, "I really didn't expect that my daughter would reach an age where she would be favored by boys. Haha, this feeling is amazing."

Luo Fengtang's smile was a bit bitter.

Obviously, the old father's thoughts on this matter are different from those of the old mother.

"My daughter is still too young and her career has just started. We won't consider those things in the past few years!" Luo Fengtang said very decisively.

"What's more, neither of her brothers have any plans for that, let alone her sister? They are all children!"

Yang Ruoqing smiled secretly as she listened to Luo Fengtang's words.

This old father looked nervous as if someone was coming to snatch his baby cabbage, but don't forget that she was only fourteen when he and she were in love.

Why, if you dare to mow the fourteen-year-old cabbage in the third room of Lao Yang's family, no other pigs are allowed to do it to your fourteen-year-old cabbage?

A typical double standard.

"Yes, yes, you are right."

Although she was smiling in her heart, Yang Ruoqing did not dare to expose it directly, so she could only follow Luo Fengtang's words.

Otherwise, this loving old father who protects his daughter will regard her as an imaginary enemy as well.

The next day, Luo Baobao was going back to the mountain camp. It was originally agreed that she and Hongxiu would go back together, and no one was allowed to send her away.

But Luo Fengtang suddenly wanted to send him away, and no matter how much Luo Baobao tried to persuade him, he couldn't stop it.

"Mom, please help me persuade my father. We obviously made the agreement a few days ago. I'm not a child. Why should I be worried?"

Luo Baobao couldn't persuade Luo Fengtang, so he had no choice but to ask Yang Ruoqing for help.

In response, Yang Ruoqing, an old mother, could only respond with a loving and helpless smile.

"If your father wants to give it to you, just let him give it to you. It doesn't mean that if he gives it to you, it will make you a child again!"
Chapter completed!