Xing Ba put the letter back into the envelope with a solemn expression.
Then he said to the little girl, "I don't know Chinese either."
"Old Ba, you're so low! You don't know how to read at your age! "
The little girl muttered discontentedly and snatched the envelope from Xing Ba's hand.
"Fifteen, I want to discuss something with you … Can you wait until tomorrow afternoon when your bastard father comes to pick you up and give this envelope to him?"
Perhaps the only thing that Xing Ba hoped for at this moment was that Hetun could have 24 hours of beautiful sunshine with his grandson.
"Why? Did my biological father write those words to scold my adoptive father? "
The little girl began to count her fingers.
'Big bad guy'? Only three words, it shouldn't be!
'Stinky poisonous fish'? Only three words too!
"Is it 'bastard Hetun'?" The little girl asked.
"I … don't think so! Although your father is a bastard, he's not that vulgar! "
Xing Ba fastened the comfortable seat belt that was specially tailored for the little girl.
"Then what does it say?"
The little girl said in disgust, "If I knew you were so stupid, I would have asked Dear-Chen!"
"Who's Dear-Chen?" Xing Ba asked casually.
The little girl grinned, "… I won't tell you!"
"…"
*****
The days when he didn't have a little thing to compete with him for his favor were always so exciting.
Feng Xinglang rushed directly from kindergarten to his wife's school.
Delicious food and flowers were all reserved. All that was left was Lin Xueluo!
The beautiful world of the two of them was about to begin.
"Baby, where are you? Come out quickly, there's a man you've been longing for outside the school gate waiting for you! "
"Ah?"
The voice that came from the phone was not a woman's shy voice, but a kind of surprise. "Xinglang, don't tell me you've already gone to my school? I'm so sorry, I forgot to tell you! "
"What? Where are you? "Feng Xinglang's voice was deep.
"I'm now …"
Before Xue Luo could finish her sentence, another woman's voice came from the other side of the phone.
"Feng Xinglang, your wife belongs to me tonight! Go back and hug your beloved son to sleep tonight! "
It was Yuan Duoduo. An hour ago, she had rushed to the school and dragged Xue Luo away.
"Yuan Duoduo? Why are you taking my woman away instead of fishing for golden turtles? "
"Can't we have a lesbian? I'm in love with your wife! "
Yuan Duoduo disconnected the call without any explanation.
"…" Of course, Feng Xinglang did not believe Yuan Duoduo's words.
However, judging from Yuan Duoduo's tone, something must have happened to her recently. Could it be that Passerby B …
Until now, Feng Xinglang still had doubts about Bai Mo's ability to have Yuan Duoduo.
Feng Xinglang had seen Yuan Duoduo's leg technique before. She was at the level of a masculine woman. She should have had the upper hand against Bai Mo, who had been spoiled since childhood. But the fact was that Bai Mo had succeeded?
Half-heartedly?
Thinking about the world of the two of them tonight, Feng Xinglang called again unwillingly.
But before Feng Xinglang could speak, Yuan Duoduo, who was on the other side, made a ruckus.
"Feng Xinglang, I'll give you a chance to go out and have fun. Are you pretending to be pure?"
"I just want to have fun with my wife! Please return my wife to me! "
"Pfft, who would believe that! Feng Xinglang, you've gone overboard! You have Lan Youyou and Beauty Qiao. Who would believe that you don't want to go out and have fun with other women! Only Lin Xueluo, that silly girl, would believe you! "
"I'm sorry, Madam Yuan. Whether you believe it or not, it really doesn't matter to me! I only want my woman to believe it! "
"Feng Xinglang, it's useless even if you break your throat. Anyway, your woman is mine tonight! Tonight, it's a time for us two women to be best friends! No one is allowed to disturb us! "
"…"
Without his son's little fight for favor, Yuan Duoduo, this female hoodlum, appeared out of nowhere. Feng Xinglang had to face the fact that his world of the two of them tonight was probably ruined!
He couldn't hug his own woman or his own child. It seemed that he could only go home and hug a pillow tonight!
He called Bai Mo and wanted to ask him to go to Yulong City to relax. However, Bai Mo was grounded by Old Master Bai and had to read the Bible in the Bai Residence. It was probably the anniversary of his parents' death. Old Man Bai would always ground Bai Mo for a week because of his sadness.
Yan Bang was discharged from the hospital and returned to his old nest, Yulong City.
As early as a month ago, Feng Xinglang had reorganized his Imperial Dragon City. He had gotten rid of those ambitious people. However, Chong San's foundation was deeper than Feng Xinglang had imagined. If they were all uprooted, it would definitely shake the entire Yulong City.
If Yan Bang wanted to defend his position as the boss, he had to come up with some means. It wasn't just using violence to control violence.
Yan Bang's previous personal doctor had already been dealt with by Feng Xinglang. A person who could betray Yan Bang with Chong San and lure Feng Xinglang here could not be left alive.
Feng Xinglang found a new French doctor for Yan Bang. Yan Bang grew up in France and had an advantage in language communication.
If a French doctor wanted to establish a foothold in Shen City, being loyal to his financial backer, Yan Bang, was undoubtedly his best way out.
For Yan Bang, Feng Xinglang really worried a lot!
Thinking about it, Cong Gang made him less worried! It was actually quite risky to keep a person who had too many ideas by his side.
Maybe one day, Cong Gang would have a whim and take him, Feng Xinglang, as a hostage again.
In comparison, Yan Bang, who had a simple mind, was easier to control.
Yan Bang was good at writing French.
When Feng Xinglang came in, Yan Bang was writing something in his gold-stamped notebook.
Seeing Yan Bang, who was such an uncouth person, was actually concentrating on writing something, Feng Xinglang was really not used to it.
If Yan Bang was toying with a knife or a gun, Feng Xinglang might have been able to accept it.
Feng Xinglang could speak a few words of French, but he couldn't understand French.
He raised his eyebrows and glanced at it, then lazily leaned on the sofa. "I really didn't know that you could write French well!"
Yan Bang raised his head and glanced at Feng Xinglang. His eyes didn't linger on Feng Xinglang's face, then he looked away and concentrated on writing.
"How's your body? You didn't cry from the pain of your first pee, right?"
Feng Xinglang deliberately asked in such a humorous manner. From time to time, he glanced at Yan Bang's waist in a frivolous manner.
"I heard … that you and your son were taken hostage by Cong Gang to threaten your biological father, Hetun?"
Not waiting for Feng Xinglang's handsome face to turn cold, Yan Bang continued to pretend to sigh. "Why do you think Cong Gang was willing to do that? Or are you in cahoots with Cong Gang to teach your biological father, Hetun, a lesson he won't forget? "
Feng Xinglang frowned a little. At the same time, he knew that Yan Bang wouldn't let go of the humiliation he had suffered so easily!
"What else did you hear?" Feng Xinglang asked.
"I also heard that your biological father, Hetun, became a scapegoat for you, and his body was pierced with many bloody holes … Did this fatherly love move you to tears?"
Yan Bang squinted at Feng Xinglang, whose expression was getting more and more serious. His scarred face looked uncertain.
It seemed that Yan Bang already knew what he should know, and he also knew what he shouldn't know. Feng Xinglang had no need to hide or quibble. Perhaps it was much easier to hear it from someone else than Feng Xinglang explaining it to Yan Bang personally.
Feng Xinglang's thick eyebrows slightly raised, but he still remained silent.
He didn't answer Yan Bang's overly bitter words!
Because at this moment, in this kind of situation, not answering was the best answer!
"By the way, if Hetun and I meet again … whose side will you be on?"
Yan Bang asked. He asked calmly.
Feng Xinglang spread out his palms and rubbed his slightly swollen temples. "Bang, I'm really tired! I just want to stay with my wife and child and live a simple life of eating, drinking, and shitting! "
Yan Bang stopped writing and turned his head to stare at Feng Xinglang deeply. He really looked a little haggard.
Feng Xinglang kicked off his leather shoes and lay sideways on the sofa, as if he could fall asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.
Yan Bang just stared at Feng Xinglang.
Feng Xinglang kept his eyes closed and rested.
After a long time, a sentence came out of his thin lips. "Those who should leave will leave! Shen Cheng is still your world! "
But Yan Bang inexplicably clenched the Parker Golden Pen in his hand, and his voice was a little low. "All will leave? Not including you, right? "
Feng Xinglang's handsome eyes opened instantly, and the crystal ashtray in his hand was thrown at Yan Bang.
"F * ck! You even want to drive me away? Do you really want to be the local tyrant of Shen Cheng? If you don't have me as your military adviser, even if you can hide for one day, you won't live past fifteen! If I really leave, you won't even have a f * cking person to collect your corpse for you! "
Even if it was abuse and curses, in Yan Bang's ears, it was so gentle and warm.
"Lang … You are my life!"
Yan Bang said faintly, as if he was talking to himself.
But Feng Xinglang just turned over and gave Yan Bang a solid back, and then there was nothing else.
*****
In the small apartment, Yuan Duoduo made cola chicken wings for Xue Luo, which was her favorite in school.
"Look at how attentive you are … I like it so much!"
Xue Luo directly held the cola chicken wings with her hands, while sweetly praising Yuan Duoduo, who was as diligent as a little bee.
"Xue Luo, I want a child."
Yuan Duoduo said in a deep voice while beating the egg soup.
That kind of heavy atmosphere made Xue Luo feel inexplicably depressed.
"Isn't it simple? First, have a sweet relationship, then have a fairytale wedding, and then have a few cute babies … It's perfect!"
Xue Luo said cheerfully, not wanting to make the atmosphere too heavy.
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