Chapter 1782: Childish Feng Yingdi (4)

Feng Zheng appeared too shocking, so many people watched it, and even the wind of filming stopped.
Little looked at George, "I've seen that uncle," Xiao Ba said bluntly.
George patted her little head. "That's not uncle." That was my uncle's grandpa, but he looked younger.
The four bodyguards stood at the door, dressing up in a black suit and wearing a black coat outside, giving the whole person a sense of looking at the beach.
However, Feng Zheng's identity is really awkward. He is in the middle of righteousness and evil, so it feels normal.
"This gentleman, here it is--"
"I'm looking for him." Feng Zheng waited for the director to finish, and stretched his fingers towards Feng Feng over there.
Feng Feng always stood there, with his hands in a white robe standing behind his back, the blower was still blowing, blowing his long hair.
If the scene is not too embarrassing, it will give people a sense of confusion that alternates between time and space.
Feng Zheng's hand was still pointing there, as if Feng Feng could not get over, he would keep doing this.
The last thing Feng Feng wanted to see was probably his father, but his father didn't seem to give him a chance to refute.
The shooting was suspended, and Fengfeng's clothes were not changed. He and Feng Zheng went to the cafe outside the studio. This is a place for the filming staff to rest, so there are no outsiders.
Feng Feng's legs were raised and placed on the sofa, holding the coffee and lazily leaning on the back of the chair.
"Mr. Feng is alright?"
Feng Zhengxuan looked at him as if to see the shadow of another woman from his body.
Feng Feng was upset with his nostalgic look, and he lowered his leg directly, "I'm still busy."
"Your grandfather has passed away, and I also withdrew from country M." Feng Zheng said suddenly.
Feng Feng paused, his lips twitched coldly, and he looked back at him, "Then, do you want to tell me, did you stay in Country M because of my mother? You really have such an infatuation. At that time, my mother It won't die. "Feng Feng chuckled in a cold voice.
Feng Zheng's hand holding the coffee cup tightened a bit. Maybe he really didn't love her as much as he thought. Otherwise, why didn't she know how she died for so many years?
Feng Zheng thought, reaching out to receive the documents from the bodyguard, and then pushed to the other side of the table, "I know, you're doing this recently, your nationality."
Feng Feng looked down, and after a moment, looked up at Feng Zheng again, "What do you mean?"
"I know you hate me, not only because of your mother, but also because of your aunt." Feng Zheng said, and stood up and looked at him. "Your aunt's death, I have to bear the main responsibility, you should hate me too , But the next thing is my thing, you are good, that's enough. "
Feng Feng frowned more and more, watching the back of him leaving.
"Do you think I can forgive you for everything you did before?" Feng Feng said suddenly, but Feng Zheng did not stop at all, but left here in stride.
Feng Feng lowered his head, looked at the papers on the table, reached for his hand, opened it, and saw the tail from the beginning to confirm that this was true.
George came out with a little, and looked at Feng Feng anxiously.
George looked down. Naturally, he wouldn't interfere too much with the questions between their father and son, so he didn't ask.