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The little guy hugged his father, Feng Xinglang\'s, waist, and continued to dance around.

"Dad, are you really going to marry Joe?"

"Of course it\'s fake!"

Feng Xinglang curled his fingers, rubbed them on his son\'s nose for a bit, and then said sternly: "Your biological father only loves your mother! All the other women stand aside! "

Although Xueluo knew that these words were just Feng Xinglang toying with her son, hearing it still made her feel comfortable.

"I just want Little Qiao to stay at home!" The little guy was extremely angry.

"No way! One mountain cannot hold two tigers, do you understand? "

Feng Xinglang kissed his son\'s forehead to console him. Aren\'t you afraid that they will eat you, a little tiger cub, for the sake of trying to please you? "

"Then why does Big Dow live in our house? Big Flowers is also a female tiger! "

The little guy\'s comprehension ability was quite strong.

"..."

The conversation between father and son made Yuan Duoduo and Xueluo speechless.

"The nature is different! Big Duo is a good friend of your Mommy. "

Feng Xinglang tried his best to use a tone that his son Feng Linnuo could understand.

"But Little Qiao is also a good friend of mine! Mommy\'s best friend can stay at home, but why can\'t my best friend? "

Alright, this question was indeed a problem.

Logically speaking, what little friend Linnuo said was completely reasonable.

"Well... It was still a matter of nature! Big Dow has no desire for your father; but your little Joe\'s motives are impure! "

Feng Xinglang explained as he ate breakfast.

"What\'s not pure? Big Duo kept yelling at you, but little Qiao didn\'t even dare to say anything. "

"Then you think little Joe is better than Big Dot?" Feng Xinglang changed the topic.

"Nope!" I just think Big Dot can live in our house, and Little Joe can too! "

The little guy insisted on his own determination.

Feng Xinglang put down the milk glass in his hand, "Tell me the reason why you wanted Little Qiao to live with us?"

"What is the motive?"

"Just for some reason."

"I think little Joe can play with me every day, sleep with me, and go to school with me. When I\'m stinking, she can help me wipe my PPS; when I\'m walking, she can hold my hand …"

"Your father and mother can do these jobs, as well as the Grandpa Mo and the Grandpa Mo."

"But none of you are mine alone! I think little Joe belongs to me alone! "

"Alone?"

"En!"

"Aren\'t you being too selfish? Little Qiao doesn\'t have to go to work. Don\'t you have to earn money for your father? "

"Find another person!" "Nina is already very capable!"

"Alright then!" You go and say to Joe, You want her to live in your house, play with you, sleep with you, go to school with you and rub PP, and so on. As long as little Qiao agrees, there will be no problem with your father\'s side! "

"Really?"

"Humph!"

"Ah... Dad, you\'re so handsome! Your own son really likes you! "

After succeeding, the little fellow immediately became as happy as a cheetah, scurrying around everywhere on the ground.

"..."

Xueluo never thought that the conversation between father and son would actually be settled in such a way!

Does this Feng Xinglang really have the tempo of three wives and four concubines?

Xueluo glared at the man; but the man shot her a meaningful glance to show that he was relieved.

Actually, Feng Xinglang just wanted to give his son a vivid lesson, where he was rejected!

Because Feng Xinglang knew that even if he had promised Little Qiao, Little Qiao would definitely reject him!

It was good to let the little fellow have a taste of being rejected every once in a while!

"Linnuo, do you not like the rhythm of Big Duo Duo living in your house?"

Yuan Duoduo went against the little guy.

"There\'s nothing else! I just want to invite Joe back to live with me! You\'ll like her, too. "

"I don\'t like it!" Big Duo doesn\'t like any woman who tries to steal her husband from your mother! "

Yuan Duoduo stated his position.

"Don\'t worry, Little Qiao will not steal my father from my mother!" My dad is old, he\'s got a bad temper, and if Little Qiao wants to steal from me, she\'ll only steal from me! "

"Stealing you? Your little elephant\'s nose hasn\'t even grown a single strand of hair yet! "

"Duoduo, you\'re so annoying!"

"..."

Looking at his son who was happily playing with Yuan Duoduo, Feng Xinglang slightly frowned his brows.

At this time, it should be around 8 PM at Vancouver. Presumably, that little thing in the circle hadn\'t fallen asleep yet.

His mother was kidnapped by the people of the Hetun, and his father went to chase after his mother.

The butler of the manor answered the phone call from Feng Xinglang. The steward\'s report was about the same as what Ye Xiaonian had described.

It was as if, through the phone, Feng Xinglang could hear his niece Feng Tuantuan\'s cries.

"Old Tang, take Dazzling Spring back to Shen City! Now! "

"Now? However, the eldest young mistress\' whereabouts are unknown, and the First Young Master is not here … "

"You don\'t need to care about them! and directly bring it back to the Shen City! "

"The people from the Hetun are too powerful, I\'m worried that our people won\'t be their match."

"Don\'t worry, the people from Hetun shouldn\'t be making things difficult for us."

"Good!" Then let\'s go now! "

"Yes." Be careful on the road! "

After hanging up the phone, Feng Xinglang looked at the potted plant outside the window with a profound gaze. After being meticulously taken care of by the Butler Mo, they displayed all kinds of models that corresponded to the viewpoint of beauty in human beings.

But Feng Xinglang felt that these potted plants lacked a wild nature and beauty.

"Xinglang, you really agreed to let Nuonuo bring Little Qiao to the Feng Family?"

Behind him, Xueluo\'s gentle voice sounded out, "Or do you want your son to experience the feeling of being rejected once?"

Women were smart. Of course, she could understand her husband\'s\' painstaking efforts\'.

"It\'s better to let Lil Thing experience one rejection by himself than to let him cause trouble with us every single day."

Feng Xinglang turned and walked over, and pulled her into his embrace. Smelling the fragrance of Youyou\'s herbal medicine in her hair, he caressed her ears lightly.

"What if... That pretty girl, Little Qiao did not follow common sense. She also agreed to let Nuonuo stay in our house? "

A woman\'s heart would occasionally be smaller by a few sizes. Especially when it comes to feelings between men and women.

"That\'s what she wants: to be a babysitter for our son!"

"You … "Really?"

"What are you willing to part with? Our son? Still that little Joe? "

"You\'re not worried about that Qiao getting close to the water tower …"

"No one is closer than you! It can get closer and closer to the negative distance! "

The man\'s voice was tinged with a note of rogue; he was leading the woman in his arms, feeling his enthusiasm.

"To you, it\'s like searching for a treasure!"

"Xinglang, don\'t …"

"Can protecting him make you feel more at ease?"

"You\'re so annoying!"

Xueluo could only use one hand to push the man\'s gills, while the other hand was pressed tighter by the man.

From start to finish, until Feng Xinglang left the Feng Family to go GK Vanguard, he had never mentioned the matter of his niece, Feng Tuantuan, returning to the Shen City.

Perhaps, in Feng Xinglang\'s opinion, his niece\'s return home, was completely acceptable to his aunt, as there was no need for him to notify her beforehand.

Just as he sat down in front of his huge desk, he received a call from Yan Bang.

"My head isn\'t feeling bad anymore, right?" Yan Bang asked.

Last night, Feng Xinglang did indeed drink too much.

But at this moment, Feng Xinglang felt that his mind was in an even more uncomfortable state than last night.

"Yan Bang, are you trying to follow me or did you arrange a spy for me in the GK? Why is it that every time laozi sits here, your obscene phone call comes in? "

Feng Xinglang asked angrily.

"Stingy!" Why don\'t you just say that we have a connection in our hearts! "

Yan Bang\'s voice carried a tyrannical aura, and was very patient to listen to.

"I have a hairy Lingxi with you!"

Feng Xinglang reprimanded her coldly, "If you have time, think about your own future!"

"Let\'s have lunch together."

Yan Bang chose to filter Feng Xinglang\'s tireless teaching.

"I\'m not free!"

Feng Xinglang rejected him coldly.

"Old Mo\'s mood isn\'t bright. He desperately needs us to comfort him!" Yan Bang continued.

"... "We\'ll see!"

"Hm!" "Waiting for you!"

If Bai Mo\'s mood was not bright, then Feng Xinglang\'s mood would not be any better.

If he really abandoned his big brother Feng Lixin and his family, would he not care?

Was this Hetun so full that she was panicking? They actually allowed the foster son s to chase after Lan Youyou and take him away from the Ottawa manor?

Listening to the villa\'s butler\'s description, and even in front of Feng Tuantuan, his niece!

Was he trying to make it so that she couldn\'t help but wonder what kind of villain took her mother away?

And then seek revenge on his Hetun?!

It was almost noon, just as Feng Xinglang was about to call Xueluo, his own woman called him first.

"Xinglang, Duo Duo and I will be together at noon with two of our old classmates. Don\'t come to school to eat with me."

Presumably, Feng Xinglang was about to ask whether he was a man or a woman, when Xueluo spoke first:

"All four women! "Don\'t worry!"

Well, I didn\'t want to go to Yan Bang\'s banquet, but now I have to.

It was still better than Nina, who was so enchanting that it affected her appetite.

In the eyes of others, Nina was a beauty; it was a pity that Feng Xinglang and Ye Xiaonian had seen her before, they would naturally look at her strangely.

"He\'s coming."

Yan Bang walked up and personally pulled up the chair for Feng Xinglang.

Feng Xinglang saw that Bai Mo was paralyzed on the side, looking like he had nothing to live for.

The word \'melancholy\' was written across his forehead!

Since he was too lazy to comfort Bai Mo, he took the chopsticks and started to eat.

"Brother Lang, aren\'t you too capricious? I\'m already so depressed, but you can still eat? "

Bai Mo himself, who had been left cold, jumped up from his seat and asked Feng Xinglang who had a good appetite.

"The last time was your turn. Is it someone else\'s turn this time?"

Feng Xinglang asked leisurely. Taking the red wine cup from Yan Bang, he took a sip.

"Brother Lang, why can\'t you meet me? I am about to lose my life! "

Bai Mo slumped back into her seat, her beautiful long eyelashes slightly squinted, and from time to time she sighed.

"How many times have you worked with Yuan Duoduo? The kind that can actually shoot a live weapon! "