Chapter 1675 – Twisting Love 3
Seeing that Feng Xinglang was not optimistic about him and Yuan Duoduo, Bai Mo was immediately in a bad mood.
"Brother Lang, you still have the nerve to say that? Last time, didn't you say that as long as I slapped the marriage certificate in front of Yuan Duoduo, she would fiercely kiss me? I've already done as I said, and I haven't even seen her kiss me! "
"Kiss you? It's good enough if I don't give you two slaps! "
"You tricked me!" Bai Mo snorted in anger.
"What's wrong with you? If you have the guts, come beat me up! "
For someone like Bai Mo, who did not know what was going on, no matter how much effort he put in, he could not figure out how nice other people were to him.
Then, Feng Xinglang blurted out those words.
His heart was impulsive, but Bai Mo controlled his emotions, "Think of a way for me to help you! If I'm not happy, I would be making a ruckus and making a ruckus every day! "Besides, if I'm happy, you can be happy with me too, right?"
Bai Mo's words were rather pleasing to the ears.
"Go play on the side!" If you're not happy, I don't know how many Happy are there! "
Making fun of Bai Mo for fun, to a certain extent, could slightly make the repressed Feng Xinglang become addicted.
Bai Mo's IQ was still online. He knew that using the pregnant Lin Xueluo to threaten Feng Xinglang would definitely be useful!
"How dare you!"
As expected, the effect was quite significant.
"Brother Lang, then you should help me!"
Bai Mo seemed to have the intention of pestering Feng Xinglang, "I only wanted you to come up with an idea, I didn't want you to climb the mountain of blades or descend into the sea of fire!"
After hanging up, Feng Xinglang was quiet again.
At his side was a file of information that Wendy had organized about how to grow a potted plant like an orchid.
Although Feng Xinglang did not want to believe in Cong Gang's death, the more time passed, the more cruel the truth became.
It was not easy for a toddler to push open the double doors.
It was Yan Wuyang.
He and his mother, Nina, were the only ones in and out of the CEO's office.
Feng Xinglang leaned forward and gently called out to the little fellow who opened the door with his shoulder.
"Daddy hug …"
This was how the little guy always addressed Feng Xinglang's father. Feng Xinglang also did not refuse anyone who came.
Yan Wuyang was already running away steadily. He ran straight to the side of Feng Xinglang's large chair, kicked off his shoes and climbed up Feng Xinglang's powerful legs.
Feng Xinglang kissed the little guy's rosy cheeks and lovingly mumbled, "Why did you come again? "F * ck dad wants to work!"
Feng Xinglang kissed the little fellow, and the little guy kissed him back a few times. He was practically wiping away his saliva.
The little guy cupped his hands in Feng Xinglang's embrace, as if he was about to have an afternoon nap.
"Daddy, can I take you to see your father?" Feng Xinglang tapped the little guy's P share.
As long as it could be carried by Feng Xinglang, the little guy would have no objections no matter where it went.
Originally, he wanted to ask Yan Bang to arrange a room car to pick him up, but Feng Xinglang changed his mind and decided to drive over.
The condition of the injury had yet to completely recover, especially the bullet wounds on the ribs. When he carried the twenty kilograms of Yan Wuyang, he still felt a little bit of pain.
Fortunately, the little guy was sleepy and didn't make any noise.
"Down!"
"Lang? Where are you? "
"Guess?"
He almost jumped down from the top of the stairs.
"Lang… "Why didn't you say anything first? I can also welcome you with respect, Second Master."
Yan Bang cordially opened the driver's door for Feng Xinglang, "Didn't I give you a house car? You still haven't recovered, so don't drive by yourself."
Yan Bang frowned slightly, "Why did you bring him here?"
"He's my biological son, why do you think I brought him here?!"
He felt that the existence of this child was completely negligible. I don't give a damn about his education or his company or anything like that.
The little guy woke up as soon as the cold wind blew on him. Seeing that the one hugging him was Yan Bang, he immediately opened his arms wide and pounced towards Feng Xinglang.
"I got it, this bastard Yan Bang is your father!"
Seeing the little thing using all its strength to lean over, Feng Xinglang could only frown.
"Enough, stop causing trouble!" I'm hugging you! Your godfather is injured and can't be held! Don't even think about it! "
The little guy used one hand to support Yan Bang's face, and used the other hand to support Feng Xinglang who was walking in front.
"Stupid brat, if you continue playing stubborn with laozi, I'll beat you up!"
Yan Bang symbolically patted the little guy's P share. The little guy immediately used its little head to smash Yan Bang's head.
How could his head be as tough as his biological father's, Yan Bang's? With a muffled "dong" sound, the little guy's tears were about to flow out.
However, he did not let out a cry.
"Yan Bang, you f * * king short-circuited? Was he treating Wuyang as his enemy? He's your own son! "
Feng Xinglang really could not watch any longer, and received the little fellow who was protesting in his arms.
"You dare to smash your father's head?" Yan Bang rubbed his forehead, which was in so much pain from being hit by the little thing, "This little brat, even when he's grown up, he's still a person that no one will ever recognize!"
Yan Bang had never had high hopes for kinship. Because he himself was a person that no one in his family would recognize.
But to Feng Xinglang … But he could give up everything he had, even his life.
Feng Xinglang fiercely glared at Yan Bang, "Shut your mouth! You just f * * king died on the streets without anyone taking your body away! "
"By the way, where's Yoshida? I have something to ask him! "
"… Yoshida? "Dead!"