Feng Xinglang, who was so wise and profound, could, of course, tell that Xia Yishu thought that the child in her stomach was his, Feng Xinglang's, child!
It seemed like Xia Zhengyang and Wen Meijuan didn't want to tell their precious daughter the truth because they cared about her feelings!
Since her biological parents couldn't bear it, then as her cousin-in-law, he couldn't bear it even more.
Thus, Feng Xinglang didn't say much to Xia Yishu. He brought the whimpering Little King into the car and prepared to leave.
After getting into the car, he realized that he forgot to bring a child seat or a portable trolley for Little King.
He was too lazy to go upstairs to get it, or perhaps he didn't want to waste time with Xia Yishu anymore. Feng Xinglang carried Little King with one hand and held the steering wheel with the other as he drove towards the exit of the underground parking lot.
"King, don't move! Godfather is driving! "
Although it wasn't safe, Feng Xinglang didn't want to face Xia Yishu, who was still immersed in her own fantasy.
Little King was happy to go for a ride. When Nina drove, he could only be confined in the child seat. Godfather Feng Xinglang's leather embrace was obviously much more comfortable.
However, the little fellow was still quite obedient. Feng Xinglang held him in his arms, and he quietly watched the speeding scenery outside the windshield. He did not make any noise, nor did he move about randomly.
It wouldn't be a lot to have a dozen children like Yan Wubing who were so docile and adorable.
The man left just like that? Xia Yishu froze on the spot. She couldn't recover for a long time!
Did Feng Xinglang's words just now care about the child in her stomach? Or did he not care about it?
He wanted her to give birth but didn't want to raise it? He was only willing to provide financial support?
What was this?!
Or was it that after the child was born, he would only be able to dote on her and his child like how he doted on Little King?
Are they singing a two-man show? One asked her to look for Feng Xinglang; the other asked her to give birth but didn't want to raise it!
Xia Yishu couldn't guess what the man was thinking. She only felt that Feng Xinglang was too mysterious. He didn't express his opinion, but it seemed like he had already expressed it!
…
In the speeding Lexus, Little Safe quietly nestled in Feng Xinglang's arms, quietly watching the scenery outside the windshield.
He seemed to be enjoying his godfather Feng Xinglang's embrace. It was comfortable and leisurely.
Even when the Lexus drove into Yulong City, he didn't stir up any trouble.
"Are you alright? Are you asleep?"
After parking the car, Feng Xinglang carried the little guy over and kissed the little guy's sleepy cheek.
"I'm not in a hurry to sleep! You should at least disturb your father before you go to sleep! "
Feng Xinglang carried Little Wushang out and walked briskly towards the living area.
Everything in Yulong City seemed to be normal. Yan Bang, that lunatic, should still be alive.
After unlocking the electronic lock and entering the room, Feng Xinglang saw a befuddled scene: there was wine, meat, and smoke!
Feng Xinglang had long since become accustomed to Yan Bang's living condition. If Yan Bang were to present a picture of striving to improve himself, Feng Xinglang would not be used to it.
"Brother Lang, you, you're here?" The one who spoke was Leopard Head.
"He who keeps ink will be stained black, and he who keeps a pig will be a pig! Following your pig-headed master, I think you're going to become a pig soon! "
"Cough, cough, cough …"
Little Wushang was only six to seven months old. He couldn't adapt to such a filthy environment at all. After breathing in a few breaths of smoke, the little guy couldn't help but cough.
Feng Xinglang subconsciously covered Little Wushang's nose and mouth. "Leopard Head, why are you still standing there like a fool? Quickly carry Wushang out and find the chef to make him something to eat! Wushang has been hungry for a long time! "
"Oh, oh, I'll go right now!"
Little Wushang, who was six to seven months old, was already very easy to carry. He could carry him horizontally or vertically. After Leopard Head took Little Wushang from Feng Xinglang's arms, he immediately ran away.
"Be careful! Don't bump into your Young Master Yan! "Feng Xinglang shouted towards the door.
He only glanced at Yan Bang, who was befuddled on the sofa bed. Without saying anything, Feng Xinglang turned around and left.
Since he had already delivered himself to his doorstep, how could he leave so easily?
"Lang …"
A low hiss came from the depths of Yan Bang's throat. Then, a pair of strong arms that were like iron pincers tightly wrapped around Feng Xinglang!
"Lang, don't go! You've finally come to see me … I've waited for you for ten days … you've finally come! "
Yan Bang was a little excited as he muttered. The thick smell of alcohol covered the side of Feng Xinglang's face, making him feel really uncomfortable.
"I'm really scared that I'll have to wait like a fool for the rest of my life. You'll be so heartless and refuse to come to see me …"
The more Yan Bang spoke, the more emotional he became. It made one's teeth ache so much that they almost fell off.
"Yan Bang, are you f * cking sick? What's wrong with you this time? Don't tell me that you've locked yourself in this room like a dog for the past ten days and lived a life worse than a pig or a dog? "
Huan looked at everything in the living room. It was really enough to make one nauseous.
"Lang, thank you! Thank you! "Yan Bang said something inexplicable.
Thank him for what? Thank him for sending Little Wushang over? Obviously not!
"I don't want to talk to a lunatic like you! Let go of me, I'm leaving! "
Feng Xinglang used brute force to pull Yan Bang's arm around his waist, but Yan Bang used all his strength to hold Feng Xinglang tightly.
Then, he felt something warm and soft, wantonly rubbing against his neck …
Ten minutes later, Feng Xinglang left Imperial Dragon City.
In the speeding Lexus, Feng Xinglang used a tissue to wipe the blood at the corner of his mouth. His mouth kept cursing and swearing.
When he was about to reach the Feng family, Feng Xinglang received a call from Nina.
"Director Feng, where are you and Wushang? Why didn't you bring a trolley? And Wushang's diapers and milk bottles … "
"I threw Wushang to Yan Bang! If you want it, go to Imperial Dragon City and get it yourself! "
"Is that so …"
Nina was not as shocked as he imagined. "You're back at the Feng family now, right? Then I'll lock the documents for crossing the bridge in your password locker! "
"En!" Feng Xinglang grunted in response and directly hung up the phone.
It seemed that he was not in the mood to listen to Nina's report.
After tidying up his clothes in the rearview mirror, Feng Xinglang opened the door and got out of the car.
He thought that his son, Nuo Nuo, would rush out to welcome him, but the one who came to welcome him was his niece, Feng Tuantuan.
"Uncle, Uncle … why are you only back now? Grandma An made us delicious rice flour steamed meat! "
"Did you leave some for Uncle?"
"I left a lot! It's all Uncle's favorite big fat meat! "
"Since when did Uncle like to eat big fat meat?"
"Because Uncle always gives Uncle and Mommy fat meat to eat every time!"
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