Chapter 1850: Love Letter 55 (1/2)
Feng Xinglang wasn't sure if all this was just his own imagination, so he obscured Xing Twelve:
”Nuo Nuo said a few days ago that he wants Cong Gang ... I wonder if I can take Zhang Cong Gang's photo as a photo, so that it is convenient for Nuo Nuo to worship him!
Concealing the real intention, just don't want to let all this imagination fail.
”The fifteen is really filial piety ...” Xing Shiliang sighed, ”If I die, he can think of me!”
”If you really want my family, Nono, to obey you, you should live better. From time to time, let him visit you, rub your shoulders, pinch your legs, or whatever.”
For the selfishness of Feng Xinglang, he was reluctant to honour his son to filial piety to others. But Xing Twelve could stand it.
”Feng Xinglang, I love listening to you! Well, then I have to live a long time and let the fifteenth kid obey me!”
Xing Twelve was pretty coquettish. Feng Xinglang can please him with a few words.
”By the way, who did you say you had Cong Gang's picture?” Feng Xinglang just rightly came back.
”Oh, it's my second brother! When I sorted out the relics for my second brother, I saw him taking a photo with Cong Gang, which is Song Tai!”
After Xing Shier Xing said eloquently, he sighed again and again: ”But I was buried in my brother's graveyard! If you really want it, then I have to have my brother open a coffin It's up! ”
”Then ... it's not necessary! The deceased is big, let your second brother rest in peace! Don't bother him!”
Want to get Cong Gang's photo, even have trouble to open the coffin? Cong Gang is a real ghost.
”Really?” Xing Twelve asked.
”The deceased is safe, so don't bother!”
This is the true word of Feng Xinglang. He really didn't want to make a dead person restless in order to get a photo.
Xing Twelve quietly stared at Feng Xinglang in his cymbal and did not answer.
After Xing Xinglang walked into Feng's living room, Xing Shiliang drove away.
Mo's housekeeper used to wait in the living room.
”Master Second, are you back?”
”Well ... why haven't you gone to sleep?”
”Oh, I'm going to sleep now!”
Butler Mo poured out a cup of warm tea from the thermos. ”This is a sober tea. You drink it and go upstairs to rest. The stomach will feel better.”
Feng Xinglang obediently received the sober tea in the hands of Mo butler, and drank three or two.
In the master bedroom on the third floor, the wife slept soundly with her two sons.
Not wanting to disturb the sleeping wife and children with the alcohol on her body, Feng Xinglang and her clothes lay on the sofa aside.
...
The witful Fengzhe kid didn't haunt his relative, Feng Xinglang, who was about to go out. Instead, he hid in Mummy's arms to sell cute.
He seemed to realize that his dad would not take him to find Big Bugs, and all his hopes were pinned on Mummy.
”Xinglang, today Mr. Wen is going to be a guest at home. Will you come back for lunch at noon?”
Given that her husband helped her out of the beaten Xingwu in the basement of Hetun last night, Xue Luo was quite satisfied.
Originally, Feng Xinglang wanted the woman to fulfill her promise: explain to the younger son's godfather ... but he didn't do it at this moment. Since women don't want to say, let her do it!
”No! I'm busy with a financial summit these days, and I expect to go on a business trip tomorrow.”
Feng Xinglang sorted his cufflinks. ”Furthermore, the young teacher came to our house for the first time and got a bunch of people to accompany her. Even if she was not scared, she would be uncomfortable. With Nono and the company , Plus a Xing XII ... the atmosphere will be better! ”