Chapter 1259: Feng Yingdi breaking with Prince CP (1)

When Chu Cuiyi hugged his son to the bar, there were already reporters outside, and George was trying to maintain the scene.
"Fengfeng has just been under a lot of pressure recently, so rest assured that there is absolutely no beating." George said sweatily.
The little baby was sternly wrapped by Daddy. At this moment, two big eyes were glaringly exposed under the corridor, as if he was asking: Is this a puppet again?
Chu Cuiyi walked in and hugged the baby, and it was no longer a mess to describe it. It can only be said that Qiao Yaruan's influence was really great.
The little baby stretched his head out of Daddy's arms, and immediately retracted it, while Chu Cuiyi caught the flying cup, and bounced back, hitting Feng Feng's knee, Feng Feng eating The pain was unbearable and I fell on one knee.
Not far away, An Fengyang saw Chu Muyi's wings and gently shook the wine glass in his hand: "Why did you bring him?"
"See the world." Chu Cuiyi gave three words lightly.
An Fengyang: "..."
See this world?
Chu Cuiyi did not care about kneeling on the ground, struggling to get up, and dared to hit his son. Is this going against the sky?
The little baby's head was stretched out again, and it was determined that it was not dangerous this time, but the little brows frowned tightly, and the little hand still pointed at Feng Feng: "Tree-" He remembered that this was the uncle.
Chu Cuiyi hugged him and sat down, watching Feng Feng who had risen: "Look at your success."
"What do you think is good about that woman? Isn't it necessary for me to be Laozi?" Feng Feng angrily opened his mouth and came over directly. He picked up An Fengyang's wine glass and poured it.
"Stupid-stupid-" the little baby yelled with a small mouth, brittle.
Feng Feng paused for a moment and looked down at the little one.
"What to look at? A one-year-old child knows you are stupid." Chu Muyi said lightly.
An Fengyang vomits blood. Boss, do you really confirm that your family is one year old?
Feng Feng's internal injuries are not endless. He was actually despised by a little fart?
Feng Feng sat down between the two and continued to drink.
Chu Jiyi reached out and took his wrist, and Shen Sheng said, "The stomach is just right, don't you die?"
"Boss, you have become shy with the woman of Shui'anluo." Feng Feng laughed lowly, just a woman. Does it have such a big impact?
Chu Cuiyi let go of his hand and let him drink. He didn't care about drinking this time.
An Fengyang looked at the man who drank: "Don't let it go if you are a man. Don't let people go by then. You won't even regret it."
"Isn't she necessary?" Feng Feng remained angry.
"Stupid ---"
"Kid, shut up."
The little baby was murdered, his body shook a little, and he turned back and looked at his dad.
Chu Qiyi's eyes looked at Feng Feng indifferently. "What is he doing?" He couldn't bear to murder his son. How dare he be fierce?
The little baby hummed and looked at him, dare to murder the baby, no wonder he could not get a godmother, deserve it.
Feng Feng was getting more and more embarrassed, although Chu Cuiyi didn't say anything very serious, but the words were chilly and a little frozen.
"By the way, what happened to Long Ruochu's departure?" An Fengyang said suddenly.
"Long Ruchu left, and didn't even bring Bai Yehan this time. It is estimated that she did not trust Bai Yehan anymore. She took away only her two confidantes." Feng Feng calmed his anger and made a deep noise. He said.