Chapter 937: Game opening (1/2)
At that time, Lin Nuo, who was kicked out of the study by his mum, was taking sixteen in the closed courtyard.
By the way, people and dogs fertilize flowers and plants.
I saw Lan Youyou cold and gorgeous like a ghost, stepping on the road towards Fengjia Villa in the morning light.
”Ah ... the big witch is back!”
The little guy exclaimed, and instinctively dragged the sixteen towards the living room.
”Nono, what's wrong?”
An An, who was having breakfast at the table, asked anxiously.
”The big witch is back! I'll tell my dear!”
The little guy dropped sixteen's leash and ran towards the study in a rush.
Who is the big witch? Settle down a bit.
Hearing footsteps, An Ying looked sideways to the door of the living room, and saw Lan Youyou rushing into the living room.
”Ma'am? You ... are you back?”
Want to come to the big witch in Lin Nuo's mouth, is Lanyouyou no doubt.
”Ann, where is Tuan Tuan? Where is Tuan Tuan?”
”Tuan Tuan ... with Grandpa Mo trimming flowers and plants in the backyard.”
An An's words remained open, and Lan Youyu rushed towards the backyard.
”Tuan Tuan ... Tuan Tuan ...”
Hearing this familiar and unfamiliar voice, Feng Tuan, who was picking up a wreath of flowers, raised her head, and a half-month-old mommy Lanyou was in her eyes.
Little cute froze for a moment, seeming to distrust her eyes.
After looking for such a long time, she came back on her own initiative!
”Tuan Tuan ... I'm Mama ... Don't you know Mama?”
”Mama ...”
Little cute ran over to Lanyou with a cry, and flew into her arms.
”Mama, why did you come back, Tuantuan missed you so much ...”
”Mama also wants to miss her!”
Against the background of the morning light, the mother and daughter cried and cried, which was quite pitiful.
No matter how arrogant and arrogant, after all, it is just a mother who misses her daughter!
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The young Lin Nuo, who had just been murdered, grunted and ran back.
”Daddy ... daddy ... bad, the big witch is back!”
”Who is the big witch?”
Feng Xinglang frowned slightly, which sounded like a question.
”Who else can there be, Lanyou! You're a mama!”
In the subtle way, Lin Nuo has already branded Lan Youyou with the label of 'Witch'.
Xue Luo's heart staggered a bit: This is simply a comic book! The last one is not over yet, and the next one will follow!
This Yan Bao ’s kidnapping of Nono hasn't stopped, Lan Youyou has returned to Feng family coldly?
How did Lan Youyou come home this time to toss?
Snow falling can no longer be calm.
It was like a hot stone was thrown into Xinhu, not only stirred up the shocking waves, but also burned the atrium of the falling snow.
”What is she doing back?”
Feng Xinglang murmured as if to himself.
”I don't know! Maybe come back to see her slug!”
The little man gasped.
As he said, he looked out of the study, ”Daddy, what should we do now?”
”How to do?”
Feng Xinglang smiled indifferently, ”Not much! Isn't your uncle still here, he will handle it!”
”Uncle is with the witch! They are with the slug!”
The little guy was anxious to express something.
Looking at his irritable son, Feng Xinglang drew a small thing. ”Good boy, come to your father! Tell your father, what are you afraid of?”
Lin Nuo paused for a moment, ”I'm not afraid of the big witch! She just wanted to harm me and my dear mommy, and hated her!”
”Nono, don't talk nonsense! Lanyouyou is your aunt!”
Xue Luo Wen scolded his son.
”It's useless! I won't call her!” The little man hummed.
”Do you hate her? Well, my dad will find a way to drive her away!”
”Get rid of her? What about Uncle and Snot?” The little boy asked babblefully.
”Why, wouldn't you want your dad to drive away your brother and niece together?”
”Uncle and snot, I can barely accept them ...”
”The deal! My dad is responsible for driving the big witch away!”
In a short time, the father and son reached an oral agreement that made Xue Luo amazing.
Will this man really drive Lan Youyo away?
Wait and see!
”But what if the witch is always reluctant to leave?”
Lin Nuo asked his doubts. This is what Xue Luo wants to know.
”Daddy has his own father's way! Good son, don't be restless!”
This promise was promised to his own son, and it was also promised to Xue Luo. Feng Xinglang could see the anxiety in his wife's face.
From the north window of the desk, you can see the mother and daughter crying in the backyard.
The little boy squinted and looked up, ”The big witch is crying with the snot!”