Chapter 875: Its a man, stuffy! (1/2)
Cowardly, Yuan Duoduo didn't know why he was nervous and worried.
Was it because he was afraid that Bai Mo knew he was pregnant with his child?
Or was he afraid that the child in his stomach was unhealthy and put Bai Mo and Grandpa Bai in trouble again?
He didn't do anything wrong, but he was uneasy in guilty conscience!
”Blossoming, eat more steamed fish and add protein to your baby.”
Xue Luo wanted to arrange Yuan Duoduo to sit next to Bai Mo, but Yuan Duoduo was not free to move back to Xueluo.
Bai Mo didn't seem to have any mood to eat this dinner, but kept staring at the uncomfortable Yuan Duoduo with unclear eyes.
Bai Mo, who didn't say anything, seemed to have a bit of mystery.
Between the beautiful eyebrows, the raw coldness condenses.
Yuan Duoduo's uncomfortableness was at least mostly hidden in the bottom of his heart; the uncomfortableness of Xiao Tuantuan was obvious.
”Abominable” Yan Bang is very unpopular with Feng Tuantuan.
Feng Tuan Tuan has been nesting in the arms of his uncle Feng Xinglang, looking timidly at Yan Bang sitting beside him.
Intentionally, Yan Bang came over and wanted to pinch the little cute cheek;
Feng Tuan Tuan immediately hid in panic in the arms of his uncle Feng Xinglang.
Yan Bang stretched out his hand and was held by Feng Xinglang.
”Frighten a child, are you strong?”
Feng Xing Lang Wen reprimanded.
”Don't be afraid, Uncle Yan is a paper tiger! You look at him, and dad won't fight back with a punch in his face. So you don't need to be afraid of him!”
Cooperating with the action, Feng Xinglang ran over his hand, and punched Yan Bang's cheek with a punch.
Yan Bang really did not fight back.
Perhaps in Shencheng, he was the only one who could beat him like this with impunity.
”See? He didn't dare fight back?”
Feng Xinglang comforted the niece Feng Tuantuan, who was still timid in his arms.
”Don't ... don't!”
Fearing that Uncle Feng Xinglang was beaten, Feng Tuantuan immediately held Feng Xinglang's arm.
”Feng Xinglang, you are more favored than your daughter!”
Yan Bang said casually, ”I'm not at all worried about my wife and biological son being jealous!”
Yan Bang didn't mean to provoke, he just said so casually.
Feng Xinglang stared at Yan Bang angrily: you don't talk, no one treats you dumb! Eat your meal!
”I'm not jealous! A little girl with a crying nose would be sorry for her!”
The children of Lin Nuo seemed generous. In fact, it should be the heroism hidden in the heart that is working.
”Dabangbang, give you a big chicken drumstick.”
”Come, have a drink with your Uncle Yan.”
Drinking red wine.
Yan Bang took the glass of undrank red wine from Feng Xinglang and placed it with Lin Nuo's children.
”Okay, let's toast!”
Little things have also been drunk. In Peteburg, Yifu Hetun also fed the little ones some fruit wine from time to time.
But after returning to their parents, under their strict requirements, the little things have become good children who do not stick to alcohol.
After a crisp clink, before the snow fell off, the little guy took it to his mouth and took a big sip.
But Yan Bang drank it all.
For this kind of red wine, for thousands of glasses of Yanbang, it is like drinking sweet water.
”It's a man, stuffy!”
Yan Bang started to coax.
Lin Nuo, who was already struggling to win, was encouraged by Yan Bang to pick up the wine glass again.
”Nono ... don't fight with your Uncle Yan. He's an adult, you're a kid.”
Snow fell in a hurry. The son drank two mouthfuls and could still accept it;
The whole cup is stuffy ...
”But I am also a man!”
When the proud and enthusiastic grandpa came up, the little guy certainly didn't want to be looked down upon.
”Come, Uncle Bai will leave one too!”
Bai Mo also joined the fun of Lin Nuo's children, took a drink and drank.
”Now, it's your turn! Don't let Uncle Bai and Uncle Yan look down on you!”
This is coaxing ... it really is not too big to see the fun.
”Nono, Mommy drinks for you, okay?”
Snow fell on his 6-year-old son.
”No! I'm a man, how can I ask Mommy to help drink it! I can!”
The stunned Lin Nuo took the wine glass and sipped it, and blushed.
”Okay! Come on, let's continue!”
Yan Bang clapped his hands and shouted, ”Given that you are a child and Uncle Yan is an adult, for the sake of fairness, let's do it by age: how about you drink one and Uncle Yan drink six?”
Not to mention six cups to fight a cup, even if Yanbang ten cups to fight a cup, still can give a little thing nearly 6 years old to drink ten times.
Seeing Yan Bang playing more and more unreliable, under the cover of the tablecloth, Feng Xinglang's side legs came towards Yan Bang.
”Okay, fair enough! I'll take this job!”