Chapter 440: "Fun" for dad (2/2)
The person on the painting is indeed Feng Xinglang. It was the little one who picked it up from the trash.
This adult version, and looks very much like his man, should be his own father.
In fact, the little guy's wish is: walk out of Peteburg with mommy to find father!
Ke Yifu Hetun only let his wish be fulfilled halfway: he asked Lin Nuo to go to Shencheng to find his father first, and then go back to Pete Fort with his father to pick up his mother Lin Xueluo.
The little guy can only agree.
After an hour, it was still futile. But the children of Lin Nuo still did not want to give up.
It is not easy to find a person who looks the same as the painting in this vast crowd.
In fact, Xing Shiliang knew: Feng Xinglang was now in the venture capital group of GK at this moment. But he did not take the little guy directly, but let the little guy experience the ‘fun’ of finding dad.
”Old twelve, is my dad handsome?”
Wei Dun, the little guy asked and answered, ”He looks like me, of course he is handsome!”
So, he looked at Xing XII again, ”Unfortunately, you look nothing like me! Otherwise, you will be handsome!”
”...” Xing Shiliang was speechless, except speechless.
Another hour later, Xing Shiliang came to GK Group with Xiaoyu. He didn't go in but sat on the flower garden outside the GK Group and waited.
”Old twelve, do you know my dad?”
”Should not know!”
”Then why did you bring me here?”
”intuition!”
”What is intuition?”
”... is a hunch!”
”Do you foresee my dad showing up here?”
”Ok!”
”Are you familiar with my dad?”
”Unfamiliar!”
”Then why do you expect my dad to show up here?”
”intuition!”
”What is intuition?”
”... is a hunch!”
”...”
A Rolls Royce slowly entered Linuo's sight.
For the past five years, Feng Xinglang still maintains some habits: dark casual clothes, restrained and calm but not dim; fashion casual but not dazzling.
Still rich and handsome, handsome and wild and wild; supplemented by the maturity and stability of the years, and the sense of vicissitudes ...
Lin Nuo's eyes were straight.
”Look, does that person look like your father?”
The little guy stared at Feng Xinglang drilled from Rolls-Royce while staring at the drawing paper ...
”Like! Too much! Like me! Just getting older!”
Lin Nuo's child was about to get up and catch up, but stopped again.
He stared at something.
Feng Xinglang, who got off from Rolls-Royce, walked around half of the body and carried a little girl, three or four years old, from the other side.