Chapter 1293: Taste of the brave (1/2)
At this point in time, you should already know!
In fact, Feng Xinglang was intentionally late for such an hour or two. The purpose was to let Yan Bang know the results of the paternity test first, so as to save him a lot of saliva.
The large living room seemed quite empty. And the sound of Yan Wuyi's cry filled the empty living room with dang.
The little guy was chopped up and left on the cold quartz stone countertop, leaving him to cry.
The little thing is only four months old, and it is not easy to move and turn around. It can only wave its limbs in the air, struggling to seek comfort.
But there was no living thing except a silly dad who was standing still!
The little guy has been crying for more than four hours, his throat is dumb, and he continues to cry.
He was sweating because he was crying hard. It's like freshly picked from the water.
Yan Wuzhen ... Yan Wuzhen ... It seems that this last name, this first name is tailored for this child!
Wudi means that no disease has occurred, and the extension means that although it has been adversely affected, it has not had an adverse effect.
In other words, Yan Yan is already ill. Feng Xinglang hopes that this child can be normal, healthy, and not sick?
This name is really meaningful!
Good intentions!
When Feng Xinglang came in, Yan Bang was still staring at Yan Wuyi, who was waving his hands and feet, and was rarely quiet.
Feng Xinglang glanced at Yan Bang on the sofa, and then walked towards Xiao Wudi who was crying.
”Godfather is here ... good, don't cry!”
Feng Xinglang took off his coat, wrapped the slick little fellow, and patted him gently.
Except for Mummy, the little guy is closest to Feng Xinglang.
Glancing at Feng Xinglang, the little man still grumbled aggrievedly. It seems to blame why he came so late.
Feng Xinglang gently tapped Xiao Wuyi's mouth with his fingertips, and the little boy immediately stopped crying. It should be hungry.
”Leopard head……”
Feng Xinglang shouted outside the door.
”Hey, here it is!” The leopard head responded immediately.
”Go and let the chef make a refreshing milk stew. Tell the chef that it was eaten by a four-month baby!”
”Oh, I'll go!”
To be honest, when the panther head knew that Yan Wuzhen was really Yan Bang's own son, he was also very relieved. Listening to the child's cry in the living room was really distressing, but the leopard head was powerless. Fortunately, Feng Xinglang is here!
The little man was still humming, and arched in Feng Xinglang's arms, as if to catch something like a pacifier with his mouth.
”Feng Xinglang, you are really hardworking!”
Finally, Yan Bang, who had been silent for a long time, slowly opened his mouth.
”If you can be normal, you don't need me to worry about this!”
Feng Xinglang whispered, and bowed his head to gently rub the little guy's cheek with the tip of his nose.
Such a statement should be an acknowledgment of his crime of designing Yanbang.
”I even found a boy and girl monster for my child as a mother? Are you disgusting me?”
Yan Bang stared at Feng Xinglang, who was coaxing Xiao Wudi, and his words were low.
”Don't say bad things about his mother in front of him!”
Feng Xinglang gently wiped his sweaty face for Xiao Wuzhen with a paper towel; the hungry little boy tried to twist his little head in the direction of Feng Xinglang's wiping, thinking it was a baby bottle.
Feng Xing Lang smiled mildly.