Chapter 2213: Postscript 31 (End of Full Text) (2/2)
Looking at his son's family, Hetun's eyes moved with tears: Su He, Su He ... If you have a spirit in heaven, you can be relieved!
...
A month later, Yuan Duoduo gave birth to a healthy and strong son. The little one weighed eight pounds when she was born, and she was really tired. It can be exhausted, but Yuan Duoduo is still very excited and excited.
Finally made her think about it!
Compared to Yuan Duoduo, who was so excited and tearful, and Grandpa Bai who was so happy to be pleated, Bai Mo, who was a father, was sloppy.
Good girl, how did she become a son?
After rummaging three times, he had to confess his fate!
I heard Father Bai was very peaceful when he left: it was a warm evening in the setting sun. He was listening to the piano music played by bean sprouts, watching the little toots who were serious about sketching, and the little toddler picture ...
What surprised Yuan Duoduo was that the old man didn't leave a dime will to Dudu. Almost all the real estate was left to Yuan Duoduo, while the group companies that needed to be managed were left to Sun Tzu Bai Mo.
As for the distribution of the property of the four great-grandchildren, he believed that grandson Bai Mo and granddaughter Yuan Duodo could do a good job!
This is the wisdom of the old man!
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Feng family. weekend. Sunny morning.
Among the children's snores, Feng Xinglang who was up late ate breakfast.
The sound of the Fengjia landline drowned in the children's hilarious sound.
”This is Fengjia, who are you looking for?”
”I'm looking for Feng Xinglang.” The voice on the phone was very low.
”Who are you?” Mo butler asked politely.
”Feng Xinglang's old man!”
”Master No.2, find you.” The housekeeper Mo took the phone and answered it to Mr. Feng Xinglang.
”Which one?” Feng Xinglang asked loudly.
”She ... is dead.” The voice on the phone was low and hoarse.
Feng Xing Lang silently for a while, and said slightly, ”Well ... I see.”
”She said ... she wanted to be buried next to her daughter ...”
Silent silence again, Feng Xinglang looked sideways to Mo Ranran, squatting with her small hands to seal the big belly ...
”No need! She's yours!”
Feng Xinglang gave a slight sigh of sigh, the breath was calm and calm, ”She likes the sea ... just sprinkle the sea! Clean!”
”Feng Xinglang, you are such a cold-blooded and ruthless man!”
The voice on the phone was a little desolate, ”She ... loved you wrong!”
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The clear lake seems to be able to see the bottom of the lake at a glance, and quietly leans on the peak of more than 3,000 meters. This is called the oldest town in Austria. Standing by the mountains and the water, it seems that it is not as beautiful as in the world.
The woods on the lakeside constitute a colorful paradise due to the changing colors of the four seasons, echoing the colorful wooden houses under the mountain.
The wooden boat wafted through the water and swayed in this dreamy fairy tale world.
Feng Xing Langping was lying in a wooden boat, squinting his eyes and admiring the colorful scenery.
Lying in her arms was a small baby carved with pink jade, staring at the clear world, staring at the clear eyes.
”Little worm,” although it was a bit of a mouthful, it was given by his parents, and Feng Xinglang could only scream like this, ”Grandpa asks you: Do you like grandpa the most? Or do you like grandpa the most? ”
”Then grandpa, do you want to hear the truth or the truth?”
”Hmm ...” someone said, ”Grandpa loves to tell the truth!”
”The truth is: Little Worm likes Grandpa the most!”
Feng Xinglang gave a provocative glance at someone paddling the paddle, and the expectant eyes smiled, ”What's the truth?”
”The truth is ... little worm still likes grandfather the most!”
”...” this bear child! He really hurts him a little bunny! (End of full text)