Chapter 1675: Toss with love 3

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Seeing that Feng Xinglang was not optimistic about himself and Yuan Duoduo, Bai Mo was very helpless.
"Lang, you are so embarrassed to say that last time you said that as long as I took a divorce certificate in front of Yuan Duoduo, she would kiss me severely? I did as I did, and did not see her kiss me what!"
If it did not achieve the expected results and was not able to be kissed by Yuan Duoduo, Bai Mo would inevitably have a little emotion.
"Still kissing you? It would be nice not to give you two slaps!"
Feng Xinglang was really convinced of Bai Mo's ‘naiveness’. Really wanted to make his words as holy as possible? !!
"Then you just pit me!" Bai Mo snorted angrily.
"What's the matter with you? Come on and dare me!"
For a guy like Bai Mo who is unclear, even if it takes too much effort, he can't figure out how others are good for him for a while.
Then the words of Feng Xinglang Jixi blurted out.
"Don't lango ..."
My heart was impulsive, but Bai Mo still controlled his emotions. "Think for my brother! If I'm not happy, I'm not noisy with you every day, I'm arguing with you! Besides, I'm happy, you too Wouldn't you be happy to follow? "
Bai Mo's words are quite pleasing.
"Go and play! If your kid is unhappy, I don't know how happy he is!"
To some extent, amusement and pastime can make Feng Xinglang in depression a bit addictive.
"Then I will trouble my sister-in-law and let the sister-in-law give me a way!"
Bai Mo's IQ is still online. It would be useful to know that Lin Xue, who was pregnant, would have to seal Xinglang.
"you dare!"
Sure enough, this effect is quite significant.
"Lang, then you help me!"
Bai Mo was entangled in Feng Xinglang's meaning, "It just made you come up with ideas, but it didn't let you go down the mountain!"
"Then help you again, and less annoy me later!"
When Bai Mo's phone number was hung up, Feng Xinglang fell silent again.
At hand, there were documents arranged by Wendy on how to grow potted plants like orchids.
Although Feng Xinglang did not want to believe Cong Gang's death, the facts became more and more cruel over time.
If those potted plants are still alive, at least they can leave some spiritual sustenance and thoughts.
It's not easy for a toddler to push that double door open.
It's Yan Wuzhen.
He talked to his mommy Nina, the only one who could go in and out of the president's office.
"Nothing?"
Feng Xinglang leaned forward and gently called the little guy who opened the door with his shoulder.
The little guy became more honest. Stout small body, tiger-headed. Doesn't look like Yan Bang, but the body is as strong as it looks.
"Dad hug ..."
The little guy has always been so direct to Feng Xinglang's father. Feng Xinglang is also coming.
Yan Wuzhen has run steadily. He went straight to Feng Xinglang's executive chair, kicked off his shoes, and climbed up Feng Xinglang's strong legs.
Feng Xinglang kissed the little guy's red face, and murmured petily, "Why is it here again? Godfather wants to work!"
Feng Xinglang kissed the little guy, and the little guy kissed him enthusiastically. It's just drooling.
Feng Xinglang caressed the little guy's soft black hair and asked softly, "Wu Xun, do you want your dear?"
The little boy arched in Fengxing Lang's arms, as if he was about to take a nap.
"Godfather takes you to see your dear, OK?" Feng Xinglang patted a small P-share.
"Okay ..." the little man murmured with sleepy eyes.
As long as it can be held by Feng Xinglang, it doesn't matter where the little guy goes.
[That thing is both a lifesaver and a lifesaver! It can save you, and of course it can kill you! I seem to remember that both of you have worn it ... either, you both have to die; or, you can only have one between you! 】
When I think of it, I wanted Yanbang to arrange an RV to pick it up. Feng Xinglang changed his mind and decided to drive by himself.
The injury has not yet fully recovered, especially the gunshot wound on the ribs, which is still a little painful when holding 20 kilograms of Yan Wuyi.
Fortunately, the little guy is drowsy and sleepy.
After entering Yulong City and stopping the car, Feng Xinglang called Yan Bang directly.
"Go downstairs!"
"Lang? Where are you?"
"you guess?"
When Yan Bang ran to the window with his mobile phone and saw the Lexus, he was in full bloom.
The speed of going downstairs almost jumped straight upstairs.
"Lang ... why don't you say it first, I'd like to welcome your grandfather."
Yan Bang diligently opened the door of the cab for Feng Xinglang, "Isn't it a RV for you, you haven't got a good idea, don't drive yourself."
"Hold your ancestors! The little thing is asleep!"
Yan Bang frowned slightly. "What are you bringing him to?"
"He is the pro-son, what do you say I brought him for?"
Feng Xinglang really couldn't understand Yan Bang's approach to his own son.
I feel that the child's existence is completely dispensable. There is no way to educate him, or to accompany him or anything.
Seeing Feng Xinglang getting angry, Yan Bang quickly hugged Yan Wuyu who was asleep in the back row.
The little guy woke up as soon as he hugged it out and blew in the cold wind. When he saw that the person holding him was Yan Bang, he opened his arms and rushed towards Feng Xinglang.
"Dad hug ... dad hug!"
"Find out, this Yan Bang is your father!"
Feng Xinglang frowned helplessly as he looked at the small object leaning over it.
"Okay, don't be upset! My dear son is holding you! Your goddaughter is injured and cannot be held! Don't think about it!"
Obviously, Yan Bang's shouts didn't work. In addition to Nina and Feng Xinglang, this little thing is also a master who does not give in to others.
The little guy propped Yan Bang's face with one hand, and one hand pushed hard enough for Feng Xinglang, who was walking in front of him, to hug him.
"Small boy, play tricks with Lao Tzu, just hit you!"
Yanbang patted the little guy's P stock symbolically, and the little boy immediately smashed his head with a small head in self-defense.
How could his head be hard like that of his father, Yan Bang, with a muffled sound of "咚", the little boy's tears were almost blown out.
After a while, the little fellow's forehead swelled with a bruise.
But never hummed.
"Yan Bang, your mother's brain is short-circuited? What about Wudi as an enemy ?! He is your own son!"
Feng Xinglang couldn't stand it any longer, and took the little guy who had been protesting from Yan Bang's arms.
"Dare to hit Lao Tzu's head?" Yan Bang touched his head hurt by a small object. "This little bunny, when he grows up, is also a master of six relatives who don't recognize him!"
Yan Bang has never been optimistic about family relationships. Because he himself is a six-person unknown.
But for Feng Xinglang ... he can give everything, even life.
Feng Xinglang gave Yan Bang a stern glance. "Close your beak! You is a deadly street dead!
Seeing that Yan Bang had been subdued, Feng Xinglang did not continue to scold.
"Yes, what about Yoshida? I have something to ask him!"
"... Yoshida? Dead!"