Chapter 1397: Enough for you to bubble (1/2)
Xing Ba heard Feng Xinglang's speech for a while.
Saying that he picked up Cong Gang is a treasure ... But he said sarcastically that he couldn't control Cong Gang, don't think of Cong Gang's mind?
To a greater or lesser degree, there is such a bit of gain and loss!
”Dad, what are you talking about with the old man? Mommy called you back to sleep!”
The little guy yawned and walked in. He didn't stay on the side of Hetun, nor was he on the side of Xing Shiering. When he went back to Mommy's room, he didn't see his father Feng Xinglang.
”Like this beautiful thing that can monopolize your mummy, will you waste this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?”
Know the son Moruo's father. According to common sense, the little guy should lock the door, and then keep his dad out of the door.
”Dad, I find that you especially like to talk to the old eight blindly! Of all the righteous sons of my righteous father, do you like the old eight best, right?”
The little guy was purely curious: what would the dad talk to the eighth. And these days, he will come here every day.
”Absolutely!”
Feng Xinglang acknowledged it generously, without refuting or covering up.
Nothing special. I just feel that Xing Ba is a man of temperament, and he agrees with him. The key point is that Xing Ba had a life-saving grace to him. So the natural feelings will be more advanced.
Xing Ba seems to be flattered by such a recognition by Prince Xing. Because he did not want to go too close to Feng Xinglang, nor did he deliberately please the prince. Heyitun, the righteous father, would let him often walk around his son and grandson.
”Dad, why do you like the oldest eighth most? The oldest eighth is not as handsome as the twelve, and he is not as good as the twelve!”
”Well ... radishes and greens, each has a love!”
Feng Xinglang picked up the little thing from the ground, and let him sit on his own strong leg. ”At least, the old eighth and the twelve will talk!”
”I think so!”
The little man sighed slightly, ”But I still like old twelve!”
”You say so, how sad my eighth brother is!” Xing Ba pretended to sigh.
”I have a dad who likes you, so beautiful you are bubbling!” The little guy pursed his lips and hummed.
”...” Xing Ba's lips twitched slightly.
...
Yuan Duoduo was drowsy for more than six hours, and it was not until the afternoon that she opened her eyes like a pound.
Father Bai and Dr. Qin were standing by her bed.
”Duoduo, you are awake, you are worried about Grandpa!”
Mr. Bai guarded Yuan Duoduo who was drowsy. He didn't even take a sip of lunch, so he drank a few sips of health tea.
”Doudou ... Sprout ...”
Yuan Duoduo's first reaction when she woke up was her two children, ”Grandpa, what about Doudou and Sprout?”
Yuan Duoduo asked, and got up and got out of bed.
”Peas and Sprouts are taking a nap! Qiannong takes care of them!”
When mentioning Qian Qiannong, Yuan Duoduo's whole mania again, ”No ... no, you can't let her take care of Peas and Sprouts! No!”
Yuan Duoduo whispered to himself, rushing towards the bedroom door nervously.