Chapter 2101 I’ve Been Waiting for You for a Long Time

Mr. Bai looked at the artistic man and then said calmly:

"Yuan Duoduo lives here! She is my granddaughter!"

Not sure what kind of message the old man wanted to convey, he then added quietly: "My granddaughter!"

"Oh, oh, she...she is your granddaughter!"

The artistic man showed a little bit of courtesy and said, "Hello, old man!"

"Who are you?" The old man glanced at the suitcase in the artistic man's hand.

"I'm your granddaughter's friend! We went to Lhasa together! Her suitcase was left at the door of the hotel, and I helped her bring it back!"

The literary man was also really shocked: Yuan Duoduo, who was plain in appearance and dressed in ordinary clothes, turned out to be the granddaughter of the Bai Mansion!

"Oh, I'd like to thank you on behalf of my Duoduo! The train is a bit slow, and she will have to come back a few days late!"

The old man motioned to the driver to take the suitcase from the artistic man's hand, "I don't know what to call this young man? Let's go in and have a cup of tea first!"

There are not many opportunities for a stranger to enter Bai Mansion. This artistic man is an exception.

The literary man was quite polite in his words. Perhaps out of curiosity about the Bai Mansion, he really didn't regard himself as an outsider and followed Mr. Bai to the Bai Mansion as a guest.

A limited edition suitcase, a luxurious RV, and the residential address shown on Yuan Duoduo's ID card...

Such a divorced woman is still very attractive!

After the literary man entered Bai Mansion, he chatted with Mr. Bai for more than two hours before leaving.

Mr. Bai still likes this kind of chat mode with cultural connotations. Perhaps it's more because the old man wants to know Duoduo's journey with this artistic young man!

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Although Feng Chongchong is only over three years old, his self-discipline is stronger than that of his own father!

The little one eats, bathes, and even tidies his own clothes.

Feng Chong Chong originally had his own room. But Mommy Xueluo felt sorry for him being too lonely sleeping alone, so she put a children's bed in the master bedroom on the third floor so that the little one could stay with his parents all night.

Watching his youngest son walk out of the bathroom in his pajamas after washing, Feng Xinglang frowned slightly: Isn't this guy Cong Gang a little too much? Can a child who is only three years old deserve to be so over-the-top and be so militarized?

"Chongchong, come to your father!"

Thinking of something, Feng Xinglang waved to his youngest son.

"Little Chong is going to sleep! Daddy, stay safe!" The little guy didn't want to give his dad face.

"Daddy, I just want to ask you a few words... I won't delay your sleep!"

Feng Xinglang stepped forward and picked up the little thing in his arms, "Daddy is holding you like this, do you feel very happy?"

"Daddy is so annoying... The little bug is sleeping!" The little guy squirmed.

Feng Xinglang's once longing and extravagance turned into impatience with his younger son?

"You brat, you are so blessed that you don't know how blessed you are!"

To be honest, Feng Xinglang envied his children for being able to have their parents' whole-hearted love and care without reservation!

Feng Xinglang walked toward the study room with his wriggling little son in his arms, "How can I save you a piece of flesh by letting my biological father hug you?"

"Daddy doesn't use a wheelchair, he's so ugly!" the little guy muttered as if he had completed a task.

"Who taught you this? Could it be that damn caterpillar again?" Feng Xinglang kissed his youngest son's chubby little face hard.

The little guy suddenly became quiet, his little eyes looked worried, "The little bug wants the big bug!"

"What do you think about that damn insect... I am your biological father! The biological father who provides you with tadpoles!"

Just because of this, Feng Xinglang felt that his biological father could always be above Cong Gang!

The child Feng Chongchong did not continue to talk to his overly narcissistic father, but was immersed in his own world and kept silent.

"By the way, Chongchong, who is the person who took the photo of you and Chongchong?" Feng Xinglang asked tentatively as he thought of something.

The little guy glanced at his father with a cute look, and then started to play with his ears.

It seems that this way of asking questions is not feasible.

Didn't Cong Gang say that he knew that person? And the younger son still doesn't reject her... Feng Xinglang thought of that Lia again!

"Chongchong, do you remember what Big Chongchong called that person? Let your father know what Big Chongchong called her!"

So, Feng Xinglang changed to another one.

"Big Chongchong..." The little guy murmured, then crawled on his father's shoulder and yawned.

"Learn from your father, what did Big Chongchong call that guy?" Feng Xinglang gently patted the little guy on the back.

"...The little bug is whirring!" The little guy immediately pretended to sleep.

"You brat, is it inappropriate for you to prevaricate your biological father like this?" Feng Xinglang rubbed the little guy's face with the tip of his nose.

Unable to figure out the reason, Feng Xinglang did not continue to embarrass his child. Wouldn't it be more appropriate to directly ask that piece of shit Cong Gang?

Besides, whoever Cong Gang was messing with had nothing to do with Feng Xinglang!

The next morning, as soon as Feng Xinglang sat down in the office, he received a call from his driver, Xiao Hu, saying that Mr. Feng was in a bad mood and playing truant again.

"Give the phone to Nono!" Feng Xinglang held his forehead.

"Why are you playing truant?" Feng Xinglang said patiently.

"I'm in a bad mood and don't want to go to school!" the child Lin Nuo on the other end of the phone purred.

"Is your butt itchy again? Let your mommy know that you will have to get another good beating!" Feng Xinglang threatened.

"I'm not afraid! Let mommy beat her if she wants! Anyway, mommy can't bear to beat me, her own son, to death!"

The little guy's flattering and arrogant words really make people angry.

"You brat, if you dare to make trouble with your mother, your biological father will not be able to pass this test!"

After Feng Xinglang scolded him gently, he comforted him softly: "Is there anything you can't tell your biological father about?"

"Anyway, my son just doesn't want to go to school today! Even if he sends me to school forcibly, I will still find a way to run out!"

The little guy's stubborn words really made his father Feng Xinglang angry. "Feng Linnuo, the ultimate goal of the problem is to solve it! My dear father wants to solve the problem with you out of sincerity, but you are so stubborn with your dear father... It's not appropriate, right? My dear father Huihan Heartfelt!" Feng Xinglang's good-tempered enlightenment and guidance

Holding the eldest son.

"I...I don't have any problems to solve!"

The little guy seemed to sigh, "I'm just in a bad mood! Dad, you don't have to worry about me!"

"Are you in a bad mood? Well, you don't have to go to school today! Let's do this. My father is going to Qibei Mountain City. You go with him! I have something to discuss with Cong Gang!"

There is no better son than a father! The little guy doesn't get upset every day or two anymore.

"Then...then my son will reluctantly go with you, my father!"

Although I was secretly happy in my heart, I couldn't lose face.

When the Lexus was still more than a hundred meters away from the villa, the child Feng Linnuo was so excited that he shouted:

"Dad...Dad, there is a figure on the balcony on the third floor. It's a big caterpillar!"

The person enjoying tea on the balcony on the third floor was indeed Cong Gang. Looking at him, he seems to have been waiting for someone for a long time...