Chapter 852: Bang, I'm really tired!

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Xing Ba reloaded the letter paper into the envelope with a stern expression.
Then he gently responded to the little guy: "My Eighteen doesn't know Chinese characters."
"Old man, hello low! Such a big person, I don't know any words yet!"
The little guy muttered in dissatisfaction and snatched the envelope from Xing Ba.
"Fifteen, My Eighth discussed something with you ... Can you wait until tomorrow afternoon when your dad comes to pick you up, and then give this envelope to the righteous father?"
Perhaps the only thing Xing Ba wants at this moment is that Yifu Hetun can have another 24 hours of beautiful daylight.
"Why? Is it something my dad wrote that scolded my righteous father?"
The little guy started counting his fingers.
'Bastard'? Only three words, it should not be!
"Smelly fish"? Only three words!
"Aren't you assholes?" Asked the little one.
"Should ... not! Your dad is a bastard, but not so vulgar!"
Xing Ba buckled the comfortable safety belt specially adapted for the little guy.
"What did you write?"
The little guy dismissed, "I knew you were so stupid, so I'll ask dear-chen!"
"Who is dear-chen?" Xing Ba asked casually.
The little boy grinned, "... don't tell you!"
"..."

The days when there are no small things competing with yourself are always so exciting.
Feng Xinglang rushed to his wife's school from the kindergarten.
Food, flowers, have been booked, and Lin Xueluo sent this woman!
A beautiful two-person world is about to open.
"Baby, where is it? Come out now, there is a man you are thinking about waiting outside the school gate, waiting for you!"
"what?"
It wasn't the woman's coyness that came from the phone, but a kind of surprise, "Xing Lang, shouldn't you have gone to my school? I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you!"
"Say what? Where are you?" Feng Xinglang's voice sank.
"I now……"
Before Xueluo finished speaking, another woman whispered in her phone.
"Feng Xinglang, your wife is here tonight! Go back tonight and hug your dear son to sleep!"
It is Yuan Duoduo. An hour ago, she came to the school and dragged the snow off.
"Yuan Duoduo? Why don't you go fishing for the golden turtle and take my woman away?"
"Is it okay to cheer? I'm in love with your wife!"
Yuan Duoduo couldn't help but interrupt the phone.
"..." Of course, Feng Xinglang did not believe Yuan Laoduo's lip service.
However, listening to Yuan Duoduo's tone, it should be something wrong recently. Could it be given by passerby B again ...
Until now, Feng Xinglang was skeptical that Bai Mo Nengqiang had Yuan Duoduo.
Feng Xinglang has seen Kung Fu on Yuan Duoduo's legs. It belongs to the level of female man. To deal with Bai Mo, who is habitually cultivated like a demon, should have the upper hand; but the fact is: Let Bai Mo be successful?
Half a push?
Thinking about his two-person world tonight, Feng Xinglang was unwilling to call again.
But before Feng Xinglang opened his mouth, Yuan Duoduo snorted.
"Feng Xinglang, give you a chance to go out, do you pretend to be pure?"
"I just want to go with my wife! Please give me back my wife!"
"Chu, who believes! Feng Xinglang, too pretentious! There is Lan Youyou in the front, and beautiful Joe in the back, you say you don't want to go out with other women, who believes! Only Lin Xueluo's silly white sweet will I believe you!"
"I'm so sorry Ms. Yuan, whether you believe it or not, it doesn't matter to me! I just want my woman to believe!"
"Feng Xinglang, even if you say a broken throat is useless, anyway, your woman belongs to me tonight! Tonight, the girlfriends' moment that belongs to our two women only! You must not disturb others, etc.!"
"..."
Without his son ’s little fight, he killed Yuan Duoduo A Fei halfway; Feng Xinglang had to face the fact that his two-person world tonight should be a mess!
The woman who can't hold her, and her child, can't seem to hold her pillow tonight!
A call was made to Bai Mo, and he wanted to invite him to go to Yulong City to relax, but Bai Mo was forbidden by Father Bai to read the Bible in Bai Mansion. It is estimated that it should be the sacrifice day of his father and mother, and Grandpa Bai would always ban Baimo for a week with injuries.
Yan Bang was discharged from the hospital and lived in Yulongcheng, his old nest.
As early as a month ago, Feng Xinglang reorganized his Imperial Dragon City; he cleared out those ambitious things. However, the foundation of Zongsan is deeper than Feng Xinglang imagined. If all of them are uprooted, the entire Royal Dragon City will be turbulent.
If Yan Bang wants to defend his boss's status, he must use some means. It's not just violence.
Yan Bang's previous personal doctor had already been dealt with by Feng Xinglang; a person who could sell Yan Bang with Zong San and lead him to Feng Xinglang could not stay.
Feng Xinglang re-finished a French doctor for Yan Bang. Yan Bang has lived in France since he was a child and has an advantage in language communication.
A French doctor who is based in Shencheng and loyal to his gold master Yan Bang is undoubtedly the best way out for him.
For Yan Bang, Feng Xinglang really broke his heart!
Think about it or Cong just came to make him worry! It's actually quite risky to keep a person with too much thought around.
Maybe Cong Gang was whimpering some day, and then he was taken hostage.
Comparatively speaking, Yan Yan, who has a simple mind, is better at driving.
Yan Bang is fluent in French.
When Feng Xinglang came in, Yan Bang was writing something on the gilded notebook.
When seeing that Yan Bang was so big and old, he even devoted himself to writing something, Feng Xinglang was really uncomfortable.
If Yan Bang was holding a knife or playing with a gun, perhaps Feng Xinglang would accept it.
Feng Xinglang speaks a few words of French, but can't understand French.
He raised his eyebrow and glanced lazily, leaning on the sofa lazily. "I can't see it, you can write a good French!"
Yan Bang glanced up at Feng Xinglang, his eyes did not stay on his face, and he retracted again to concentrate on writing his things.
"How's your health? Isn't it painful to cry for you?"
Feng Xinglang deliberately asked so humorously. From time to time, he glanced at Yan Bang's waist and took a stance of hanging off.
"I heard that you and your son have both been taken hostage by Cong Gang and are going to hit your dear Hetun?"
Waiting for Feng Xinglang's handsome face to sink down, Yan Bang continued to pretend to be sighing, "How do you say Cong Gang would be willing? Or do you say that you and Cong Gang were embarrassed and wanted to give your dear Hetun a deep lesson?"
Feng Xinglang's eyebrows were twisted a bit, and at the same time it was clear: Yan Bang would not be so good at humiliating him!
"What else have you heard?" Feng Xinglang asked.
"I've also heard that your Hetun dad used it as a backrest and pierced his eyes with many blood holes ... Has this full fatherly love moved you to tears?"
Yan Bang squinted his eyes and looked at Feng Xinglang, whose face became heavier and heavier.
It seems that Yan Bang should know everything; what shouldn't be known, also know; there is no need for Feng Xinglang to conceal or quibble. Perhaps I heard from other people that it is much easier than Feng Xinglang to explain to Yan Yan with him personally.
Feng Xinglang's thick eyebrows raised slightly, but still just silent.
He didn't answer Yan Bang's words that were too sour!
Because at this moment, in this state, not answering is the best answer!
"By the way, if I meet Hetun again ... Where are you standing?"
Yan Bang asked. Asked quietly.
Feng Xinglang spread his palms and rubbed his temples, which were swollen, "Bang, I'm really tired! I just want to keep my wife and children, and went to a bland life of eating and drinking Lazar and chai oil and salt!"
Yan Bang paused the pen in his hand and turned his head to stare deep into Feng Xinglang.
Feng Xinglang stepped off his leather shoes and lay on his side on the sofa, as if he could fall asleep on the pillow.
Yan Bang stared at Feng Xinglang so closely;
Feng Xinglang has been closing his eyes.
It took a long time for him to spill a word from Fei's thin lips, "It's time to leave, and you will all leave! Shen Cheng is still your Yanbang world!"
But Yan Bang clenched the Parker pen in his hand inexplicably, his voice panting a little: "Will leave? Doesn't include you, right?"
Feng Xinglang's handsome eyes opened instantly, and the crystal ashtray at hand smashed towards Yan Bang.
"I X! You even want to get rid of it? Do you really want to be the emperor of Shencheng? If you do n’t have an uncle to serve you as a military division, even if you can hide your first day, Yan Bang will not survive fifteen! Really gone, you do n’t even have to collect your body!

Even swearing and cursing can be heard in Yan Bang's ears, but it is so warm and warm.
"Lang ... you are my life!"
Yan Bang said a little, as if talking to himself.
However, Feng Xinglang just turned over and gave Yan Bang a firm back, and then he lost his content.

In the small apartment building, Yuan Duoduo made Xue Luo's favorite cola chicken wings before in school.
"Look at your diligence ... I like it so much!"
Xue Luo held the Cola Chicken Wings directly in his hands, and praised Dududu, a hard-working bee, sweetly.
"Snow falls, I want a child."
Yuan Duoduo opened his mouth while groaning with frangipani soup.
The heavy atmosphere made Xue Luo feel inexplicable depression.
"That's not easy: first talk about a sweet love, then a fairy-tale wedding, then regenerate a few cute dolls ... it's perfect!"
Xue Luo gladly muttered, not wanting to make the atmosphere too heavy.
Because she already felt the meaning of Yuan Duoduo's words.