Chapter 2101: Wait for you for a long time (1/2)
Mr. Bai looked at the literary man, and then said lightly:
”Yuan Duoduo lives here! She is my granddaughter!”
I don't know what kind of message the old man wanted to convey, and then he added in a soft voice: ”Pro granddaughter!”
”Oh, oh, she ... she's your granddaughter!”
The literary man behaved a little bit attentively, ”Hello, Master!”
”You are?” The old man glanced at the suitcase in the man's hand.
”I'm your granddaughter's friend! Let's go to Lhasa! Her suitcase has landed at the door of the hotel, and I'll send her back!”
The literary man is also really shocked: Yuan Duoduo, who is plain in appearance and ordinary in clothes, will be the granddaughter of Bai Gongguan!
”Oh, thank you for my family's blossoming! The car is slower, she will be back a few days later!”
The old man motioned to the driver to take the suitcase in the hand of the literary man, ”I don't know what this young man is calling? Go ahead and have a cup of tea!”
As a stranger, there are not many opportunities to enter the White House. This literary man is an exception.
The literary man was very polite, perhaps because of his curiosity about Bai Gongguan. He really didn't treat himself as an outsider and went to Bai Gongguan as a guest.
Limited edition luggage, luxurious RV, and residence address shown on Yuan Duoduo's ID ...
Such a divorced woman is still very attractive!
After entering the White Mansion, the literary man chatted with Father Bai for more than two hours before leaving.
Like this cultural chat mode, Grandpa Bai still likes it. Perhaps more because the old man wanted to know the journey of Duoduo and this literary youth!
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Although Feng Fengzhe is only three years old, his self-discipline is stronger than his dad!
The little guy eats, bathes, and even organizes his own clothes.
Feng Zong Chong had his own room. But Mimi Xueluo felt sorry for him sleeping too alone, so he put a crib in the master bedroom on the third floor, so that small things could stay with his dad and mom all night.
Watching the younger son wash himself in his pajamas and walked out of the bathroom, Feng Xinglang slightly raised his eyebrows: Is this guy Cong Gang a bit off? Can a three-year-old child commit such a militarization?
”Zoo, come to your dad!”
Thinking of something, Feng Xinglang's younger son beckoned.
”The worm is going to sleep! Daddy An An!” The little guy didn't want to give his father face.
”My dad just asked you a few words ... I can't delay your sleep!”
Feng Xinglang stepped forward and hugged Xiaoyao in his arms. ”Do you feel very happy if your father and you are holding you like this?”
”My dad is annoying ... the little worm feels it!” The little boy twisted.
Feng Xinglang's longing and extravagance once became impatience with his younger son?
”Small boy, you really do n’t know how to be blessed!”
To be honest, Feng Xinglang is very envious of his children and can have the wholehearted love of his parents without any reservation!
Feng Xinglang walked towards the study with his writhing little son, ”Let your dad hug you, can you have less meat?”
”Daddy is not in a wheelchair, it's ugly!” The little man muttered as if completing a task.
”Who taught it? Wouldn't it be the **** caterpillar again?” Feng Xinglang kissed the little son's fluffy face.
The little guy suddenly quieted down, his little eyes worried, ”Little bug wants big bug!”
”What do you think of that dead bug ... I'm your dear! The dear who provides you with a little bitch!”