Chapter 2369: I am only your uncle (1/2)
Jiang Jiu was not fragile, she just wanted to ask her mother for pity for Feng Linnuo in such a gentle way.
Unfortunately, the mother is still so hardhearted.
”Nicole, you let Feng Lin Nuo ... that means you and your daughter are suffering!”
Mother Alia sighed meaningfully, then stood up and left accurately.
”Mother, do you want me to repeat your mistakes?” Jiang Jiuping asked quietly.
”Only when you get to my situation can you feel my suffering!”
Alia smiled slightly, ”Yes, remember to spray more perfume! Don't let John smell the milky smell on your body! But no man likes to raise children for other men!”
After his mother left, Jiang Jiu remained silent in the hall for a long time.
She suddenly thought of Feng Linnuo's mother: a loving mother.
Thinking of her separation from her son, Feng Linnuo's ardent words:
[Child ... child! You can't go! My grandma kisses me, but I ca n’t kiss you ]
[Child, if you have any difficulties, just tell my mother-in-law ... Feng Lin Nuo's father, Feng Lin Nuo's grandfather, they will help you! ]
Seriously, even if it doesn't help you, it will be enough to warm one's atrium!
To say that Jiang Jiu didn't want Feng Lin Nuo, it was fake.
She also hopes that there will be a Prince Charming in her life that can save herself and her daughter.
She didn't miss her daughter and son for a moment, she wanted the pair of dragon and phoenix to return to her side.
At her mother's tone, Feng Linnuo should have fallen into her hands.
After a moment of silence, Jiang Jiu called the elder brother Fein again. But Brother's phone has been left unanswered.
It wasn't until the elder brother Felix came in to urge him that Jiang Jiu came out of the hall sadly.
...
To the train station to meet Cong Gang and Feng Xinglang was a German native.
He murmured a few words of German with Cong, and then packed their suitcases into the trunk of the off-road vehicle.
”Who is he? What did you tell him?”
Feng Xinglang asked casually. When Cong Gang got into the car, he followed him.
As soon as Cong was here, Feng Xinglang had little alertness to strangers. Because he trusted Cong Gang.
”Where are we going?”
Cong Gang's failure to answer did not prevent Feng Xinglang from continuing to question him.
”Go to a friend's house first, take a bath and eat something.” Cong Gang answered Feng Xinglang.
”Your friend? What friend? Will not be a girlfriend?”
Feng Xinglang's questioning was beyond words.
Cong Gang gave Feng Xinglang a faint glance. ”Going to someone else's house, please trouble me with a low profile! Want to be an uncle, go back to Shencheng again!”
Feng Xinglang gave a thin lip, ”I'm your uncle!”
”...” Cong Gang's mouth squirmed slightly, and he didn't answer.
The German strong man led Cong Gang and Feng Xinglang into a row of fortress palaces integrating Baroque gardens and Rococo palaces. French architectural style, feels luxurious and dreamy.
The owner of the fort palace is probably not at home. A steward-like man led them directly into the bedroom.
The housekeeper always respected Cong Gang, but nodded politely to Feng Xinglang.
”This guy should be treating you as a boss ... what's the look?”
Feng Xinglang expressed doubts about the housekeeper's eyesight. In his opinion: it is quite obvious who he and Cong Gang are masters and servants.
”He looked in my face, so he took you here for a rest!”
Cong Gang's eyes narrowed Feng Xinglang's glance. ”Out of Shencheng, leaving your father's wings, you Feng Xinglang will be nothing!”
Cong Gang has a clean habit. After closing the bedroom door, he opened the box to find the changed clothes, bathed and changed.
Until Cong Gang cleaned himself and walked out of the bathroom; Feng Xinglang was still immersed in Cong Gang's phrase, ”You Feng Xing Lang will be nothing.”
”You don't wash it?” Cong Gang frowned.
Feng Xinglang slanted Cong Gang's eyes and said, ”I haven't had any sickness, why should I wash?”
In this tone, with a clear emotion.
”When are we going to see Bazel?” Feng Xinglang asked tightly.
”Wait until the owner of this castle comes back! In your capacity as President Feng, if there is no one to introduce you, it will be more expensive!”
After bathing and changing, Cong Gang was refreshing and resolute.
Cold, Feng Xinglang suddenly probed his hand and struck Cong Gang's chin, looked closer and looked closely.
”Caterpillars, all these years ... Why don't you see how old you are?”
Cong Gang is really old: no matter how he looks or looks.
”No way, living conditions are not as good as those of President Feng!”
Cong Gang tapped on Feng Xinglang's slightly convex belly like a watermelon. ”You're full of belly, how much identity and status!”
”...” After being shot by Cong Gang, Feng Xinglang took a conditioned breath and took his stomach back.
It's fair to say that Feng Xinglang's figure is still so, as a middle-aged man, it is already pretty good.
But compared to Cong Gang ... still a little greasy!
The butler brought in a light mushroom and vegetable soup and some fruit platter.