Chapter 1573: Father and son

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But Feng Xinglang didn't want to continue to suffer like this.
Live or die, you must have a good night tonight!
Even if he had something unexpected, he could give his wife and children a healthy and healthy future.
Presumably a wife with a new life, it is even more eager to end this day of hiding in Tibet! She and her son Nono, as well as the new life in her belly, need a quiet and sunny living environment!
Therefore, Feng Xinglang wanted to create more favorable opportunities for the people of Seresto to get started.
"General President Yan, sing a little song with Mr. Miyamoto first! I'm tired at fifteen, and I will take him back to the room to rest.
Hearing Dad said that he was tired, the little guy quickly hugged Feng Xinglang's shoulder, and cooperated with the yawn to get up.
Perhaps this is why Feng Xinglang likes Xing Shifang. Only 9 years old, he is capable of discerning and being clever. And they worked very well together.
Miyafumi Takuya immediately got up and gave away. To have a chance to get along with Yan Bang alone, Takuya Miyamoto naturally wants it.
"There are many steps in Yulong City. It is inconvenient for you to hold your child. I will send you off!"
Of course, Yan Bang didn't want to sing a little song with this short winter melon; even if he just sent Feng Xinglang back to the room to rest, Yan Bang would be happy to do it.
"You don't have to worry about Mr. Yan, our father and son can go back by themselves!"
Since it was a chance for Selesto to get started, how could Feng Xinglang let Yan Bang follow?
"Goodbye Uncle Yan! Goodbye Uncle Miyamoto!"
The little guy is very helpful: while yawning and waving, he waved away to Yan Bang and Takashi Miyamoto.
"Goodbye fifteen children!" Miyamoto also gentleman waved his hand to the little guy.
"Mr. Yan, please excuse me to entertain Mr. Miyamoto! He is our valued customer of GK Ventures!"
Yan Bang was certainly reluctant. What kind of client does he care about, and everything that affects the guy who sends Feng Xinglang back to the room to rest, he looks so unhappy! But since Feng Xinglang had already spoken, Yan Bang naturally wanted to give him face. Even if it is perfunctory for a while, Takuya Miyamoto is driven away.
Feng Xinglang quickly walked away even holding Xing Shishi. Yan Bang did not follow up.
"Leopard head, give me the second grandpa!"
"Oh!" The leopard head followed.
At the corner of the corridor, Feng Xinglang turned back and stopped following his leopard head.
"Leopard head, you stay and stare at that Miyamoto! I heard that guy is a bit perverted ... he didn't say today that he would come to Yulong City to see Yan Bang, I don't think it's right! You still stare outside It's safer to be careful! Watch out for some tricks he might use. "
"Then I'll go back and stare! Second Master, be careful yourself!"
Overall, the leopard head is pretty coquettish. Feng Xinglang could coax him dozens of times a day without being spotted.
After the leopard head was opened, Feng Xinglang and his son continued to walk back to the room.
"Dad, are you tired? I'll go down by myself." The little fellow thoughtfully wanted to go down and walk on his own.
"Not tired! Dad just likes to hold you like this!"
Feng Xinglang kissed the forehead of the little guy. Not all for acting, but also brought some expressions of true emotions.
Royal Dragon City at night, a group of paper drunk gold fans.
From the front business area to the living area to rest, at least 200 meters away.
The living area is far from golden and brilliant. The further you go inside, the quieter it becomes. Even the lights were dim.
Although the little man was stunned on Feng Xinglang's shoulders, his eyes were extremely keen, and he had been watching around alertly.
"Fifteen, are you afraid?" Feng Xinglang asked in a low voice.
"Don't be afraid!" The little guy wrapped around Feng Xinglang's neck tighter. "Dad, would you say that this will be our last hug?"
Feng Xinglang felt a slight pain in his heart, "No! Since Heaven has arranged this fate between our father and son, we will definitely treat our father and son well!"
"Dad ... daddy ... daddy!"
Along the way, Xing fifteen from time to time was light, sometimes loud, and sometimes lowly calling Feng Xinglang.
"Good boy ... good boy ... good boy!"
Feng Xinglang responded with a little voice. The happy atmosphere of the father and son is more real than the real father and son!
If this picture is to be seen by the children of Feng Linnuo, it is estimated that his little universe will explode again.
How could it be so fun to play with a wild child? My dad, Feng Xinglang, didn't take his real son to heart!
Cold, the little guy suddenly hugged Feng Xinglang's neck and whispered, "Dad, there seems to be someone on your left! There is also behind!"
"Good, don't be afraid! There is a dad here, and they won't let them hurt you!" Feng Xinglang patted the little guy's back.
I have to say that the little guy has a keen sense of smell about his surroundings. Because at the time Feng Xinglang did not feel that someone was approaching himself.
"I'm not afraid! Dad, if they beat you harder, you shouldn't resist. Seventeen and Fourteen will follow, and the righteous father will definitely find a way to save us."
Xing Shifang himself was not afraid. Because in the training camp of the manor, he did not suffer less. On the contrary, I was worried that Dad was banning Xinglang.
"You're not afraid, dad is even less afraid!"
Feng Xinglang held Xing Shishi in his arms tighter.
Honestly, Feng Xinglang's heart is inevitable to let a 9-year-old child die instead of his own son.
In these days, he has been doing his best to be kind to Xing Shishi.
For a moment, Feng Xinglang felt a dark shadow on his left ...
Feng Xinglang just turned around and looked, and a powder-like thing spread on his and Xing Shifang's faces.
"Who?" Feng Xinglang roared sharply.
After sucking in a lot of fine particles in powder, he felt that his head began to spin constantly. He tried hard to hug Xing Shishi in his arms, but he was still paralyzed on the ground.
Lying in Feng Xinglang's right shoulder socket, the little guy didn't smell much fine particles. He took a sigh of conditioned reflexes and waited until the powder had spread almost, before he vented carefully.
It is not easy to take a large, a small, two fainting living people away from the Royal Dragon City. Of course, they will think carefully beforehand.
After pushing the cleaning truck with special garbage out of the living area and entering the parking lot to plug in the trunk, it's almost done.
"Who are you?"
Shouting loudly is Yan Bang.
He was really not interested in singing a little song with a dwarf winter melon. After the leopard head brought a group of princes and princesses of Yulongcheng to accompany Miya Bunto, he found an excuse to leave.