Chapter 1072: What do you mean? (1/2)
Furthermore, it is impossible for a nobleman such as Feng Xinglang to have outstanding achievements without unnecessary entertainment; of course, Lin Xueluo knows this and can understand it.
”Stupid, wouldn't you say: Did Feng Xinglang drink too much stomachache?”
Cong just whispered. At first, considering Feng Xinglang's keen sense of smell, he sent Ba Song, who was not too smooth, to send him to him; however, there were advantages and disadvantages to everything, Cong Gang felt it.
Ba Song stunned: This excuse is really good! Lin Xueluo distressed her husband Feng Xinglang's body, of course he would come over.
After hanging up Cong Gang's phone, Ba Song immediately dialed Lin Xueluo.
In the evening, Lin Nuo, who had ‘done a fight’ with Feng Tuan Tuan, slept early. The battle finally ended with crying noses to find papa Feng Lixin. I didn't really hit her, so I taught her a few words. Let her know ‘It ’s not right to be entangled with Brother Nono! '
Xue Luo half sat on the bed, looking at her graduation thesis while accompanying her sleeping son Lin Nuo. In two or three months, she will be able to graduate successfully and enter the internship stage.
”Mrs. I'm Ba Song.”
”Ba Song, are you back with Mr. Feng?” Xue Luo asked, admonishing: ”Don't let Mr. Feng drink too much wine.”
”Feng always drank too much, and his stomach hurt so much. People are in Yezhuang ... what do you say, madam?”
”Ah? Xing Lang has a stomachache again?”
Xue Luo sat up from the bed and couldn't help complaining: ”Why doesn't he take care of his body so much? It wasn't Baimo's treat tonight, why did the three of them drink wine?”
”Ma'am, why don't you come for a trip? Mr. Feng may not be sure what time to drink.”
There is still room for Ba Song to speak. Dare not mention Yan Yan's refusal to let go.
It was just that he threw this tricky question on Lin Xueluo, which didn't seem to be kind. After all, Lin Xueluo is a female streamer. If she really catches up with Yan Bang, she may be the one who suffers.
In fact, if you do n’t say something, if you do n’t know it, there will be nothing in the world; but some people just do n’t want such peace!
”Okay, here I am!”
Xue Luo, who had hung her mobile phone, was about to get up, but she hesitated when she saw her sleeping son Lin Nuo hugging her waist.
Between the sleeping son and her husband with a stomachache, Xueluo finally chose to go to Yezhuang and return the stomach medicine.
Her husband, Feng Xinglang, is already an adult man. She doesn't know how to do things, and she can't help it. All she can do is to remind her husband to cherish his own body, which is tantamount to cherishing this hard-won home.
Xue Luo hurried downstairs and rummaged through the storeroom to find her husband Feng Xinglang's stomach medicine that he hadn't used for half a year. With the housekeeper of Mo, these commonly used medicines are always available, and they are often replaced with new ones.
”Ma'am, what are you looking for? Is it uncomfortable?”
Standing up was Mo butler, who had just finished his accounts before returning to his room to rest.
”Mr. Steward, Xinglang drank too much. He said it was a stomachache. I want to send some stomach medicine to it.”
”Master Er drink too much stomachache? Where is the person?”
”In Yezhuang, talk to Yan Bang and Bai Mo.”
After hearing Yan Bang ’s name, the Mo steward frowned slightly: he was grateful for the asylum that Yan Bang gave to the two brothers of Feng Jia; People ... not so good after all!
”Ma'am, Nono is at home. How can you go away ?! Or I'll go to Yezhuang to give stomach medicine to the second master! I will tell the second master to drink less alcohol.”
Unwilling to sleep on the third floor alone, the snow fell and nodded, ”Mr. Butler, you have a trip so late!”
”Mrs. you have gone out, this is the job of Lao Mo! Go upstairs and accompany Nono. The child will fall asleep when he wakes up alone, and he will be afraid!
The Mo butler kept a few words, so he kept Xueluo, took his stomach medicine, and called the driver Xiaohu to rush to Yezhuang.
As soon as Feng's nanny car stopped in the parking lot of Yezhuang, Ba Song came over.
I didn't see Lin Xueluo when I opened the door. I was slightly disappointed. ”Old Mo? Where's my wife?”
”Do you think it's appropriate for my wife to come to such a flowery place so late?”
The Mo steward did not answer but asked Shang Ba Song.
”...” Ba Song was asked, muted.
”Where is Master Er? Take me there.”
The housekeeper Mo glanced at the people who came in and out of the parking lot, and straightened his brows: I felt that people who came to this place were either three or four!
”Second Master, he ... he was carried to the top floor suite by Yan Bang, you ... I'm afraid I can't see him.”
Ba Song had no hope of the arrival of Mo's housekeeper: how could an old man be Yan's opponent!
”Let you lead the way, you lead the way, what a waste!”
Mo's housekeeper reprimanded, ”Don't take improper dry food!”
”Okay, please, bean bag steward!”
At this moment, when nothing can be done, he can only try it.
Maybe Mr. Mo's ”Relying on the Old and Selling the Old” will work!
”Is your phone call to your wife?”
Mo steward asked tentatively as he walked.
Because it was impossible for Second Master Feng Xinglang to call his wife so late that his stomach hurt.
Even if it really hurts, he would bear it.
”Um.” Ba Song snorted softly.
”In the future, just call me! My wife has to take care of the young master at home. What worry do you have for her? Besides, is it safe for my wife to come to such a windy place at night?”
Wei Dun, but the housekeeper Mo turned his head and gave Ba Song a stern glance, ”I really don't know what your kid wants! If you let the second master know that you are talking and making phone calls, maybe you will draw you!”