Chapter 1572 Very Unhappy

"dad!"

Just as Feng Xinglang and Gong Wentuo were about to enter the VIP diamond-level first-class private room in Yulong City, Xing Shishi ran over.

Feng Xinglang naturally opened his arms to lift the running Xing Shishi off the ground, lifted him up, kissed him first, and then hugged him into his arms.

The whole movement is natural and smooth, completely the doting gesture of a father who loves his son.

"My son's name is Fifteen." Feng Xinglang gave Xing Fifteen's name to Gong Wentuo.

"Fifteen? Very interesting name!"

Miyamoto Buntaku must like children, because he reaches out to touch the little guy's little hand.

But Xing Shishi turned around and hugged his father Feng Xinglang's neck with his arms, avoiding Miya Buntuo's touch.

Even if it's just a substitute, it's not something that anyone can touch if they want.

Miya Buntuo's hand retracted in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Miyamoto, the little thing is spoiled by me! It's a little rude!"

Feng Xinglang indulged Xing Shiwu's willfulness. And Xing Shishi's behavior is more like the arrogant son of the CEO's family.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter! Your son has a lot of personality! He's also very cute!"

As a big investment figure in Japan's financial world, Miyamoto Buntaku naturally wouldn't care about a wayward child.

"Lang..."

Yan Bang's powerful and magnetic call came from the top of the corridor. Then he saw Feng Xinglang chatting with a short and frustrated man.

I felt that this short and humble man must be a familiar face, because when he looked at Yan Bang, his eyes were very bright.

"Who is this?"

Since Feng Xinglang was chatting and laughing with this short, frustrated man, Yan Bang also asked politely to save face.

"Mr. Yan, you are such a noble person who forgets things so much...Mr. Miyamoto admires you very much!"

The person who answered turned out to be Feng Xinglang. And it was Feng Xinglang who had an evil voice.

Only then did Yan Bang remember the guy he met during his trip to Tokyo with Feng Xinglang, who was slapping the table and humming a tune.

"I hope Mr. Yan will forgive me for taking the liberty of visiting."

Gong Wentuo bowed slightly and extended a hand of friendship to Yan Bang; seeing that he was an important client of Feng Xinglang, Yan Bang shook hands with Gong Wentuo like a gentleman.

"Baotou, please invite Mr. Miyamoto to go to the VIP room to rest and have a meal."

Yan Bang specially prepared Feng Xinglang's favorite seafood dinner tonight. Of course, he didn't want someone as short as Miyamoto Buntuo to ruin the atmosphere.

"Mr. Miyamoto, if you don't mind having a simple meal with us, how about dining together?"

Feng Xinglang enthusiastically invited Gong Wentuo to have dinner with him and Yan Bang. The guests have already arrived at the house, so there is no reason to let the guests go find food alone.

"Then respect is worse than obeying orders!"

It seems that Gong Wentuo learned a lot of Chinese polite expressions before coming to Shanghai.

Yan Bang is so unhappy!

Today’s seafood feast is all flown in from the seafood kingdoms of Norway and Japan. What's so exciting about this short winter melon! !

While the adults were exchanging pleasantries, Xing Shishi hugged Feng Xinglang's neck and whispered into his ear.

"Dad, mom said that Ceresto will take action tonight, and she asked you to be careful! But don't be caught by Ceresto's people too easily!"

Feng Xinglang was slightly startled in his heart: What was supposed to come, he had finally expected!

These days, Feng Xinglang couldn't wait to have Seresto's people capture him within minutes.

Feng Xinglang had really had enough of torturing his mind and perseverance for such a long time!

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, maybe this is the truth!

The sooner you deal with Chief Seres, the sooner you can reunite with your wife and children! Feng Xinglang really missed his wife and children.

On the surface, Feng Xinglang was still chatting and laughing with Gong Bentuo.

It's just a pity: if Gong Bentuo is accidentally destroyed by Ceresto's people, the milk powder money will have to be found again!

"Mr. Yan, please stay in this VIP first-class private room! It is spacious and comfortable, more in line with Mr. Miyamoto's noble status!"

Originally Yan Bang was reluctant to take Gong Wentuo to his living area; but after Feng Xinglang said it was in the VIP room, he agreed.

Of course, this VIP room is far less luxurious and comfortable than Yan Bang's exclusive living area and restaurant.

"Mr. Feng, you're so polite!" Gong Wentuo said gratefully.

Feng Xinglang walked last with Xing Shishi in his arms. After kissing the little guy, he lowered his voice and asked, "How is your mommy doing?"

"Mommy said you don't have to worry about her. She will find a way to let the people in Ceresto catch her. She also said that she will see you there in Ceresto later!"

The little guy kept hugging Feng Xinglang's neck tenderly, while the father and son leaned their heads together and whispered. It looks more like a child acting like a spoiled child with his father.

"Be good, Fifteen, please be careful. Try not to resist, don't let them hurt you! Do you understand?"

"Fifteen knows! Dad, you have to be careful too!"

The little guy snuggled against Feng Xinglang's neck, looking particularly docile and sensible.

Yan Bang did not shy away from Gong Wentuo's gaze, and still went his own way and opened the coconut crab legs for Feng Xinglang. Yan Bang always personally served Feng Xinglang when he had a seafood dinner, and today was no exception. He didn't take Gong Buntuo seriously either.

At least in the eyes of ordinary people, Yan Bang's behavior is somewhat attentive.

But Yan Bang got the whole crab leg meat, but Feng Xinglang fed it to Xing Shishi.

"Fifteen, thank you Uncle Yan."

Feng Xinglang used this method to resolve Yan Bang's overly attentive behavior.

"Thank you, Uncle Yan!" The little guy was quite docile.

Yan Bang just raised his thick eyebrows and didn't respond.

"Mr. Yan, don't just worry about getting food for my son... Mr. Miyamoto has come all the way, so you should also fulfill your duty as a landlord!"

Feng Xinglang glanced outside the private room door without a glance. In order to make it easier for him to be discovered by Ceresto's people as soon as possible, he simply asked the waiter on the side to open the door of the private room.

"Mr. Miyamoto, please help yourself."

After all, he is also the head of Yulong City, and Yan Bang is not so enthusiastic as to give crab legs to a short and frustrated investor.

In one sentence, Gong Wentuo was perfunctory.

"Come on, Fifteen, let Dad Yan give you a hug too!"

Seeing that Xing Shiwu had been clinging to Feng Xinglang's arms, Yan Bang reached out and tried to move him away.

"No need, my dad is holding me just fine!"

Tonight, the little guy was particularly clinging to Feng Xinglang's arms.

Perhaps he knew that after his mission was completed, he would most likely be sent back to the manor for training, and he would never see Feng Xinglang again.

Unless he has a chance to become the best child among them, then he can be qualified to be Hetun's adopted son and meet Feng Xinglang again, who has only been his temporary father for a few days.

Until dinner was finished, there was no movement outside the private room door.

Do they think the opportunity is not ripe enough and want to continue waiting?