Chapter 2163: I cant kill you! (1/2)
It's just hard to please!
Even if he was yelled by his own son, Hetun was not angry; he also packed Feng Xinglang with some snacks for him to take as a supper.
How horrible he was to Feng Xinglang at the beginning, how humble he is now.
Of course, Hetun didn't even realize he was humble. Someone cheekily followed Hetun.
As soon as Feng Xinglang stepped out of the villa's living room, Xing Shiliang followed him and stuffed a sealed thing in his hand.
”High-purity, it takes effect in at most ten seconds! A cow can get down!” Xing XII then asked curiously, ”Prince Xing, who are you trying to engage in? Although this thing has low volatility, But when you use it, you need to bring a little tricks! Besides, who do you want to do, I can do it for you! In case you
My elder father was upset again when I met him! ”
All in all, Xing Shier is still the most distressed. Feeling that the elder father is so old, he has to worry about Feng Xinglang's ”negative son”.
In fact, Feng Xinglang didn't think about letting Xing Shiliang help them. However, I still feel that the resentment between myself and Cong Gang has not risen to the point that others will intervene!
Therefore, Feng Xinglang said casually: ”I play Bai Mo that kid!”
This casually said that Xing Shiliang still believed. Because the kindness and resentment between Prince Xing and Bai Mo has a long history.
”Do you want to engage in Baimo?” Xing Shierzhuang seemed disappointed. ”Just one tenth is enough! I thought you were going to be a big man like Song Thai or Yan Bang!”
”I ... I'm doing what they do, and I'm not full enough to support it!” Feng Xinglang perfunctoryly.
Fortunately, he responded fast enough and blurted out a Bai Molai, otherwise Xing Shiliang must not break the casserole and ask to the end.
In fact, Xing Twelve had guessed right. Feng Xinglang took this high-concentration drug, which was used to make Cong Gang.
When he left Beishan City this morning, he left a message for Cong Gang, saying that he missed his youngest son and would go to see the insects tomorrow night.
The tone of the message is quite low. In view of Cong Gang's acceptance of his ‘reconciliation’, presumably he should be able to see his younger son smoothly tomorrow night.
When Feng Xinglang got on the bus, Ba Song also listened to his Thai songs. Alas, it sounds like Feng Xinglang can goosebumps.
Seeing Feng Xinglang getting on the bus, Ba Song immediately turned off the music. He knew that President Feng did not like Thai songs. Said that whether it is male or female, can be associated with the shemale.
”Mr. Feng, haven't received Grandpa Nuo?”
To Ba Song, Feng Xinglang only said that he had come to pick up his eldest son, Feng Linnuo.
”Stink boy with a bad temper! Say I'm eccentric! Do you say that the palms of the hands are not all meat? How could a parent not love his own child?” Feng Xinglang whispered a few words.
”Although the palms and backs of the palms are all meat, the amount of meat is different, the thickness is different, and the colors are more different! The backs of the hands are mostly used for drying, and the palms are mostly used to hold things hard ... the difference is big!” Bar Soong said.
Feng Xinglang felt that Ba Song's words made some sense. Of course, one loves his own hands. However, there is a certain difference in the degree of love between the palm of the hand and the back of the hand.
After a slight sigh, Feng Xinglang began to rest with his eyes closed.
He could throw his eldest son to Hetun, but he couldn't accept the younger son to Cong Gang.
It's not just because of a biological blood relationship with Hetun.
Starting from the depths of his soul, Feng Xinglang is actually a man with a lot of affection and good intentions. Maybe he and Hetun couldn't be affectionate in this life, but leaving his eldest son to be a filial piety to Hetun is also benevolent.
Hetun's increasing wrinkles and white hair are still a bit dazzling. Everyone will make mistakes, and there will be a day of aging ...
”By the way, Mr. Feng, I heard that you arrested my boss yesterday afternoon? Didn't you catch it? I didn't help my boss to blow it, it was just Xing Shishi, it's really impossible!”
Ba Song glanced at President Feng in the rearview mirror. ”In my opinion, I think you'll leave the second son to my boss! My boss promises to treat the second son better than his own!”
”Stop over! Then you roll off!” Feng Xinglang squinted.
”Okay, I shut up immediately!” Along the way, Ba Songshi said nothing about current affairs.
Originally, Feng Xinglang wanted to persuade Ba Song to explain where Cong Gang lived these days. Taking into account the three unknown Ba Songs, he was too lazy to ask him again.
He had a hunch: the peaceful Cong Gang should let him see his younger son.
When he returned to Fengjia, his wife and daughter had fallen asleep; Mo's housekeeper waited in the living room as usual.
No matter how late the two young masters of Fengjia came back, as long as he didn't say anything, he would wait in the living room. This is also a habit he has developed over the years. There will always be a lamp for Master Feng's family who returns late.
”Lao Mo, why haven't you slept yet? Your elder brother is no longer young, so you need to take care of your body!” Feng Xinglang was grateful for the wait of Mo butler. Although the identity of Lao Mo is steward, in the eyes of the two young masters of the Feng family, he is already half a father. Especially after Mo Ranran married the young master Feng Lixin,
Identity is one step closer.
”Master Second, you are back. Work is hard!” Mo Butler came up to take the briefcase in the hands of Master Two, ”I'll get you some supper, you can eat and sleep.”
”No! Xueluo are they all right?” Feng Xinglang sat tiredly on the sofa.
”It's all right. At dinner, I'm still calling Dad all night long! But Xue Luo and Ran Ran amused them!”