One second to remember [Brushstroke Pavilion] [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]
Chapter 871 - Happy Father? Uncle Xi Dang?
When Feng Xinglang asked this with a serious tone, he actually carried a sense of seriousness.
He no longer had any intention of being frivolous!
"Just once!" The time when you were taking food! "
Bai Mo gasped for breath, and looked dejected and unresponsive.
"Just once? Heh, then do you only know how to talk about life and ideals by hanging around Yuan Duoduo's little cage everyday? "
Feng Xinglang was skeptical.
After all, it was impossible for a single man and a single woman to be in the same room.
Furthermore, the two of them were the kind of people who had experienced rebirth twice!
"It's really just this once..."
Bai Mo stretched out his voice and fiercely sighed: "I know you want to ask: Is there a possibility that the child in Yuan Duoduo's stomach is mine! Not this time! It's really a foreign species that she went to America to get! "
"Does your family's old man know how cowardly you are?"
Feng Xinglang already did not want to evaluate Bai Mo's cowardly, incurable behavior.
"I don't know …" Maybe you know about it now! "
Bai Mo let out a long and dispirited sigh, "What's more, if I'm able to get another freak, the old man probably won't be able to live on!"
It seems that Yuan Duoduo's concerns were somewhat objective and reasonable.
"Then what do you mean now? Did he like being a father? Or is it Uncle Xi? "
Because Gentleman Bai had already accepted Yuan Duoduo as her goddaughter, there was also the term "Uncle Xi".
These two names, no matter how you looked at it, were clearly sarcastic and sarcastic!
"What do you like about being a father? It makes it seem as if this prince does not have a woman to marry anymore, and insisted on going to pick up that half crippled, half crippled, and lousy woman like Yuan Duoduo?! "
Bai Mo raged, and directly stepped on Yuan Duoduo until he was under the sole of his feet.
"Then be happy! "Don't look so listless like a wife running away!"
Feng Xinglang teased Bai Mo, but he could not get rid of the oppressive feeling in his heart.
"Come, blow with one bite!" Whoever gets angry will be the f * * king grandson! "
Under Bai Mo's suggestion, the three of them started drinking together.
Of course, the one with the worst alcohol tolerance was Feng Xinglang.
Yan Bang was known for not getting drunk, but Bai Mo was the type of person who played the pig to eat the tiger.
The one who drank the most was naturally Feng Xinglang.
Bai Mo shakily stood up, burped and staggered over to pat Yan Bang's shoulders.
"Brother Bang, I will help you get here! The Brother Lang is yours to punish! "Hehe, it's time to revive your heroic spirit. You're welcome!"
In short, Bai Mo was not a good person. He was having a lot of fun playing this kind of dirty trick.
There was no other way! In terms of martial prowess, he was not a match for Yan Bang and Feng Xinglang. In terms of intelligence, Feng Xinglang would often crush him into a dead dog.
Bai Mo's courage was limited to making Yan Bang the accomplice of the tiger.
And Yan Bang's guts were far less open-minded than Bai Mo had thought, especially when facing Feng Xinglang.
Waiting for Hetun to have a peaceful afternoon nap, Xing Shi'er finally revealed the news that came from Xing Wu.
"Father, the Old Five said that he and the Eleventh Brother have already caught Lan Youyou."
Hetun took the towel in Xing Shi'er's hand and was startled, "You caught it so quickly?"
"Yes." Old Five asks you: Do you want to fix Lan Youyou on the spot, or do you want to bring him back to Shen City for you to handle personally? "
Xing Shi'er brought the tea to Hetun's side. Every move he made was considerate. Perhaps in Xing Shi'er's heart, he had long since treated the Hetun as his own kin.
Hetun straightened his upper body and sighed.
"Let's bring it back to the Shen City! Seventh Brother had treated Xueluo and her son that way before, so he should ask her to apologize to Xueluo and her son.
"Alright, I'll reply to Old Five now."
It seems that the few 'father' Xueluo had mentioned were not called in vain. In the heart of Hetun, there was at least a place for her to be a daughter-in-law.
"What time is it?"
After drinking a few mouthfuls of Kung Fu tea, Hetun asked again.
"Four in the afternoon. In half an hour, I'll be out of school at fifteen. Foster father, do you need to go and receive them? "
Hetun waved his hand, "Forget it! Ah Lang is too angry at the moment, so it would be better not to offend him! "
He clearly missed his own grandson, but he was still able to endure the longing in his heart.
"Twelve, is your foster father old? More and more young girls have grown up! "
Hetun let out another long sigh. He was sighing at the passing of time and the perfection of fate.
He was also amazed that in his lifetime, he had actually found someone who was of the same lineage as him! Moreover, it was a child that he shared with his beloved woman!
His own child also had his own. It was also the time for him to enjoy the glory of being promoted to Hetun s of the second rank.
It was just that the well-built and mighty Hetun found it hard to compare with those old and frail people.
Because Hetun still looked stronger and stronger.
"Godfather, you're not old at all." Xing Shi'er massaged Hetun's shoulder.
Hetun stretched his muscles, "When it's the fifteenth summer, we'll take him back to Mexico. Let him see the true power of a hail of bullets! "
"Then wouldn't your own son be willing to risk his life with you?!" Xing Shi'er joked.
"At that time, maybe Xueluo will already have a child in his stomach, and Ah Lang will not care about fifteen years! This young husband and wife duo were busy with something, they actually left my fifteenth home to a dog! "That's right, I named the dog 'Sixteen' at 15 …"
When Xing Ba came in, Hetun and Xing Shi'er were happily chatting.
"Foster father."
"Yes." What did Old Man Chen say? "
"Chief Chen said that the higher ups were already dissatisfied with Yan Bang. I have always been looking for an opportunity to thoroughly investigate his Yulong City. "
"You can't even talk about it, are you trying to act like a grandson?!" The evidence that we sent over, is still not enough to bring him, Yan Bang, to justice? "
Hetun was furious.
"Chief Chen's meaning is that we have to wait a little longer!" Firstly, Yan Bang has been deeply rooted in the Shen City for a long time, and secondly, Feng Xinglang has been secretly protecting Yan Bang's position as a local tyrant! "
"You mean to say that if we were to remove Yan Bang from his roots, Ah Lang would be implicated?"
"I don't know how to do that!" However, Yan Bang, Feng Xinglang and Bai Mo, the three of them have always supported each other, controlling more than half of the financial institutions and entertainment empires in the Shen City. "
Hetun frowned, he was silent.
Also, if Chief Chen really dares to touch Yan Bang, your son will definitely not sit idly by! Although we have hidden our identities, with your son's sharpness, he will find out sooner or later that we are the ones who are involved! "
"Alright, Eighth Brother, I've considered all that you've said!"
Hetun heaved a sigh of relief, "But as a father, I can't just sit by and watch my own son get entangled with an abnormal pervert who has ulterior motives towards Ah Lang, right?""..."
Actually, Xing Ba wanted to say: Yan Bang has been crippled by you, how can he not be your beloved son?
"Last night, did Ah Lang go to the Yulong City again?"
"..."
Are you not afraid of others gossiping when you head to Yulong City these past few days?! He himself has a wife and children! "
"..."
His own son couldn't hear it; but the foster son, which wasn't his own son, were being scolded for Feng Xinglang's sake.
In fact, Xing Ba still wanted to say: What era is it now, you don't even care if it's male or female, although you're your father, but you don't care if it's going to rain, your mother wants to marry, doesn't that right?
Linnuo ran into Little Qiao's secretary's office happily while carrying the good news.
"Little Qiao, Little Qiao, my father has finally agreed: from tonight onwards, you can live with me, play with me, sleep with me, go to school with me, and walk with me until I'm sixteen!"
"How can we do that? I still need to go to work! "
"Little Qiao, you don't have to work anymore! I'll let my dad drive your very high salary! I guarantee you won't be able to spend all of it! "
Joe laughed. "The reason I work is not to talk about quality, but to realize the value of my life! and fight for it! "
"Don't you love me, Joe?"
The little guy couldn't quite understand what Joe was saying.
"You are very cute. I like you very much too!" But I'm not your personal item! Little Qiao had to work, find a boyfriend, get married … "So, you should find the right person to babysit for you!"
"Humph!" If you dare not come to my house and become my babysitter, I'll let my father fire you! "
The hostility in the little fellow's face was obvious.
"Then I can only look for a new job!"
"..."
On the way back to the Feng Family, the little guy was withered all the way.
It was to be expected.
Feng Xinglang did not comfort his son's little emotions and instead left him to digest his own.
"Nuonuo is back? Let Mommy kiss you! "
Xueluo had long been waiting at the entrance of the living room.
The little guy snuggled up to Mommy's shoulder, looking a little wronged. "Mommy, little Joe doesn't even love me anymore."
"It's okay baby, Mommy loves you! Mommy will always love my son! "
"Mommy, your son will always love you!"
The relationship between mother and son was another good ascension.
Xueluo couldn't help but give his husband a praising gesture.
Yuan Duoduo, who was still in Feng Family, ate his fill, slept soundly and played merrily. He could not find the shadow of a single parent's' resentful wife 'at all!
The emotions of a child came and went quickly; in less than an hour, he had already started to cause a ruckus with Yuan Duoduo.
Every day the compulsory course is: "Duoduo, when will the twins come out of your belly? I can't wait any longer! "
Another sunny morning.
Xueluo woke up early like usual.
It wasn't that she was so virtuous, but that she was enjoying the moment of preparing a hearty breakfast for her husband and children.
Xueluo especially liked setting things up. Especially the breakfast setting!
Heavy or small fresh.
He would occasionally show his literary skills!
He felt a sense of accomplishment.
In Xueluo's opinion, the Chinese cuisine consisted of color, fragrance and taste. Since color was the first priority, there was naturally a reason for it.
A weak knock on the door sounded out, causing Xueluo to pause his action of setting up a table.
Nanny An was making pastries; Butler Mo was pruning the flowers and plants in the backyard.
"Let me open the door."
Xueluo never thought that the little fellow who could not reach the doorbell and could only knock would actually be Feng Tuantuan!