Chapter 1562: Potential of the Pot-Knight (1/2)
Bai Mo was so anxious to red-eye.
Of course he refuses to admit that he was beaten like this by his rival!
Besides, in Bai Mo's mind, that guy named ‘Little Love’ is simply rubbish. How could he be compared with his grandfather Bai? !! This is totally raising the identity of that guy in disguise!
”Bange, you know how to protect Feng's second child! What's wrong with me? You're so fierce?”
Bai Mo shifted the focus of the problem and led the contradiction between the three of them.
”Bonding the second child is also the second child. Isn't your third child yelling at him so much?”
Seeing Bai Mo's poor appearance, Yan Bang's tone eased.
”Bange, you asked me to respect the second child, okay, I admit it! But the second child does not respect you and has never seen you murder him!”
Bai Mo's remarks are still based on evidence. Although Feng Xinglang is the second child, he seems to be the majesty of the boss.
”How can you Lange disrespect me?”
Yan Bang's topic was successfully distorted by Bai Mo, ”The three of our brothers have never been who they are listening to! Who are the people!”
”Cut ... return the Lord to the Lord? When did you not listen to the second son of Feng? The second son of Feng was older than your grandfather!”
Bai Mo scoffed at Yan Bang's sounding speech.
”Boy, you're rebellious!”
”After Bai Mo, I think you still honestly say: Is the injury on your face beaten by your ex-wife's love rival? Or the current wife's love?
Feng Xinglang yelled, ”It's clear, I and your brother can help you, right?”
In fact, Feng Xinglang had almost guessed: It should be Yuan Duoduo's. After all, that Qian Qiannong is not up to the point where Bai Mo is so strenuous to practice fighting techniques!
”It's up to you! Everything!”
Bai Mo was a little embarrassed and angry, but he couldn't have another attack. I could only beat the sandbag in front of me harder.
Seriously, Feng Xinglang at this moment really didn't want to care about Bai Mo's gossip. You should know that Feng Xinglang himself is also a mind.
”Okay, I'm nosy!”
Feng Xinglang stood up, ”Then play with your brother, I'll take a rest in the room!”
”Long ...”
Yan Bang called, but failed to stop Feng Xinglang from leaving the gym.
”Boy, look at angering your Langge!” Yan Bang scolded Bai Mo lightly.
Bai Mo's disdainful hum: ”Where was I annoyed? It's clear that the second child can't protect his wife and children, and he is worried!”
”Okay, close your crow's mouth! You practice first, I'll take a look!” Yan Bang followed quickly.
...
”Fifteen, Dad is tired and needs to rest for a while. No matter who comes, say I'm asleep!”
”I know dad!”
Xing Shijiu immediately opened the bedroom door to Feng Xinglang. The little guy's room was cleaned by himself.
As soon as Feng Xinglang lay down on the bed, Xing Shijiu covered the silk with him. The shoes that Feng Xinglang took off at will will be neatly arranged.
”Fifteen ...” Feng Xinglang called out.
”Where is fifteen. What do you need, Dad?” The little boy approached and asked.
”Why are you so good ...”
Feng Xinglang caressed the little guy's head. ”Dad is more and more like you.”
”Fifteen also likes Dad more and more.” The little guy smiled wryly.
”Well, really sensible.” Feng Xinglang stroked the little guy's cheek again.