Chapter 2242: Stolen Baby 17

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Feng Linnuo, who was murdered by his relatives, shut up immediately and drove intently.
Maybe it is such a rare time to cherish so much that the off-road vehicle is exceptionally smooth and stable.
"I just want An An, not An An dowry." Feng Xiaozhe expressed his attitude.
"I don't want to marry you! Annoying!"
Before Feng Xiaoworm's words fell, she was beaten by Cong Anan.
"Ann, what do you think of me?"
Feng Linnuo asked confidently. If he could be the son-in-law of Big Caterpillar, he would be happy to wait for Cong Anan to grow up.
"not so good!"
Cong An'an brought a little angry mood.
Just now she has been reflecting on the meaning of Daddy's phrase, "Being used and not knowing it."
I think I should be used by this big Nono. He got into Daddy by sending himself home.
Cong Anan realized once again: This little bug family is annoying! This is the case of the little bug father, and so are the three little bugs he gave birth to! Including the Feng Lin night who has always wanted to please himself!
A little Cong An'an was very puzzled: why is a small bug called a small bug? And her dad is called Big Bug? Shouldn't she be called a bug?
Fortunately, there is a little bug called a little bug, otherwise she is called a little bug ... she really doesn't like the name!
"Oh, Da Nuo Nuo is so sad!" Feng Lin Nuo amused Cong Anan in anger.
"Da Nuo Nuo, drive your car well! Otherwise, your dad will kill you again! Is your skin tickling?"
Feng Xiaozhe could not see that Da Nuo always laughed at his An An so humorously.
"Hahaha ... learn like a dad!"
Feng Xinglang's beloved detective came over and struck the younger son's head.
Cong Gang was silent, so just listening to the noisy slaps of the three little ones and the big one.
The street lights flashed over someone's face, and the years were peaceful.
For a long time, all have been years of confusion.
The off-road vehicle drove unimpeded into the living area of ​​Yulong City.
I thought the two children would be sleepy until the off-road vehicle stopped in Yulong City.
Waiting in the living area is Xing Shishi.
Xing Shifang, who is two years older than Feng Linnuo, is already a pretty young man. The thin figure looks refined and immortal.
"Righteous Father."
Seeing the co-pilot Feng Xinglang, he immediately came forward to welcome him.
"I haven't seen you in a long time ... your boy is handsome again!"
Feng Xinglang got out of the car and looked at Xing Shifang comfortably, then hugged him in his arms.
Xing Shijiu hugged Feng Xinglang, with a slight tremor of excitement, "Thank Yiyi."
Xing Shifang wanted to call Feng Xinglang a ‘daddy’, but for some reason, he could only call Feng Xinglang ’s ‘right father’.
After seeing Cong Gang getting off the back row, he immediately pushed away from Feng Xinglang's arms.
"Mr. Song Tai, Shalman Khan is waiting for you in the private room." Xing Shizhou stepped forward respectfully.
"Thank you."
As soon as Cong responded, he walked towards the business area on the southeast side.
Seeing Xing Shifang coming, he paused and said, "You don't have to follow, and serve your righteous father and righteous brother!"
"Okay, Mr. Song Tai." Xing Shifang should be respectful.
Watching Cong just left, Feng Xinglang's eyes were slightly sinking, and Xing Shifang asked quietly to the side:
"When did you take orders from him?"
"Mr. Song Tai is your righteous father, of course, a VIP-level courtesy!" Xing Shifang deserves his wisdom.
Feng Xinglang gave Xing Shiji a glance, "Okay, don't play with these imaginary things with me! Yes, how is Yan Wuzhen recently?"
Since the death of Yan and his wife, Feng Xinglang also often visited Yan Wucheng in Yulong City. It's just been less in recent years. After all, he has three children to accompany and feed, and has limited energy.
Perhaps there is a more major reason: Yan Wuzhen grows more and more like the dead Yan Bang!
"Study is good. Shao Yuanjun takes care of daily life."
Xing Shishi has accompanied Yan Wuzhen to Yulong City for several years.
To be good is to accompany growth; to be evil is to monitor rigorous growth.
As he gets older, Yan Wuyi will hear some gossip more or less. He always thought that Xing Shishi was from Hetun. Hetun was the one who killed his parents.
There is also: Xing Shifang, like him, is the son of Feng Xinglang!
"Nuo Nuo, you first take Bugs and An An to see Wu Yan."
Feng Xinglang wanted to go to the business district to see what Khan Gang was meeting with.
"Little Worm Father, An An wants to be with you."
Cong Anan came forward cleverly and took Feng Xinglang's hand. She could detect that Feng Xinglang should go to Daddy.
"An'an, I'll accompany you to find the big bug." Feng Zhiworm also took a step forward.
"You leave me!" Cong An'an was furious, "or hit you!"
"Okay, I'll see Yan Wuzhen with you!"
Feng Xinglang gave up the plan to go to the business district to find Cong Gang. It's been a long time since I saw Yan Wuyi, and he really missed the kid.
"Blame you!"
Cong Anan gave Feng Xiaoworm an angry look, and reluctantly followed the pace of Feng Xinglang.
As soon as he reached the elevator door, a strong and strong figure flew out of the elevator.
"Godfather!"
Fifteen-year-old Yan Wuzhen is already a strong man about one and a half meters.
Yanbang's strong physique is well continued, tall and mighty.
The two-year-old seal worm is compared to him, like a little P child who has not yet developed.
Feng Xinglang hugged Yan Wuzhen's strong body steadily, with the illusion of embracing Yan Bang.
"Godfather, why don't you come to see Wuyi all the time?"
Fifteen-year-old Yan Wuzhen complained a bit, after all, he was just a child.
"Isn't it here! I brought your brother and sister together to see you!"
Feng Xinglang is wise. The words he spoke were very pleasant.
"Godfuck, I miss you so much!"
Yan Wuzhen buried his head in Feng Xinglang's shoulder socket, his voice hoarse.
"Godfattler wants to be perfect too!"
Feng Xinglang patted Yan Wuyi's shoulder, "It's all big guys, why are they sticking?"
"Godfather, let Wudi hug you for a while! When the godfather comes to see me next time, I don't know how long it will take!"
Yan Wuzhen tightened his arms and held Feng Xinglang tighter.
Feng Linnuo's brow frowned: At the same time when he remembered the big caterpillar, his own dad was also remembered by other children's children? And it's more direct and sharp!
Just treat him as a transparent son! Is he jealous? !!
"It's okay! I want to hug my dad, one million per second, get the money first!"
When Feng Linnuo tried to pull Yan Wuzhen, he underestimated Yan Wuzhen's brute force. He pulled both him and his dad Feng Xinglang together, and they couldn't hold him tightly.
It wasn't until Xing Shifang's shot that Yan Wuzhen was detached from Feng Xinglang's arms.
"Yan Wudi, what feed does your kid eat? It's as strong as a calf!"
Feng Linnuo punched Yan Wuzhen's chest with a punch, but Yan Wuzhen could not move.
Yan Wuzhen didn't have time to deal with the provocative Feng Linnuo, but instead stared at Godfather Feng Xinglang, "Grandfather, have you eaten dinner? I'll let the chef make you some supper?
"okay."
Feng Xing Lang Wen's voice should be good. It can also be regarded as a complete filial piety.
"Then go to the lounge first and I'll let the cook do it now."
Only then did the words fall, and Yan Wuyi ran out of the living area.
The lounge where Xing Shifang brought Feng Xinglang and others was exactly a family-style suite. The Chinese decoration style is full of retro style with ancient style and charm.
There was almost no trace left.
Perhaps the only trace left by Yan Bang is exactly like his Yan Wuyi!
Now thinking about it, I created Yan Wuzhen together with Nina, which is really God's will.
"Yifu, have you touched the scene?" Xing Shijiu delivered a cup of appetizing tea to Feng Xinglang's hand.
"What hurts?"
Feng Xinglang glanced at Xing Shishiyi, "The decoration is good! The older, the more I like this Chinese style!"
Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes as he watched the younger son's familiar slippers for Cong Anan from the entrance.
He whispered to Xing Fifteen, "Mr. Song Tai often come?"
"Mr. Song Tai occasionally brought bugs and An An to practice." Xing Shishi answered truthfully.
"Practice? What is it?"
Feng Xinglang raised his eyebrows. "What good practice is there for two children to come to such a bright place?"
He thought it was inappropriate for some children!
"Similar to a game of tracking and catching people! Just show them a photo and let them look for this person in the business area!" Xing Shishi explained.
"..." Feng Xinglang's lips are slightly drawn: Perhaps only Cong Gang's freak will train children who have not grown hair to play this almost perverted game!
"You need to pay more attention to the safety of the two children!"
Feng Xinglang urged. Did not make any evaluation of Cong Gang's behavior.
"Righteous Father, rest assured, this is certain." Xing Shishi smiled.
Feng Xinglang didn't answer, and slowly held up Xing Shifang's hand. At first glance, the hand was normal, but if you pinch it, you will find that the is artificial.
It was chopped off by Hetun on a cruise ship in Cesto.
At that time, the little guy was only eight or nine years old, but Hetun was used as a substitute for his grandson. Fortunately, Xing Shifang's life was saved, but there was another child ...
Feng Xinglang gently held Xing Shifang's hand in his palm, stroking it gently.
"Well, your broken finger is just like it really is!" Feng Linnuo reached out and pinched.
However, Feng Xinglang was opened by his father and father, "Smelly boy, if it wasn't for him, it was you who cut off his finger!"
"It's a different life! There's nothing you can do!"
Although Feng Linnuo experienced the with two fake Xing Shishi, he was already forgotten under the halo of his grandson, Hetun.
"Does it still hurt?" Feng Xinglang asked lovingly.
"It doesn't hurt anymore."
Xing Shishi smiled handsomely. He pulled his hand back from Feng Xinglang's palm, not wanting to make him too sad.
"Father, please take a rest and narrow your eyes. I will call you after supper!"
"okay."
Xing Shitou was holding Feng Xinglang's upper body slowly on the sofa and covered with a thin blanket. Needed, cared for ... the feeling is subtle and tender.