Chapter 852 Bang, I’m Really Tired!

Xing Ba put the letter paper back into the envelope with a solemn expression.

Then he calmly responded to the little guy: "Myna doesn't know Chinese characters either."

"Old man, you are so low! You are such a big man and you still can't read!"

The little guy murmured dissatisfiedly and snatched the envelope from Xing Ba's hand.

"Fifteen, Brother Ba wants to discuss something with you... Can you wait until tomorrow afternoon, when your bastard biological father comes to pick you up, and then give this envelope to your adoptive father?"

Perhaps the only thing Xing Ba hopes for at this moment is that his adoptive father Hetun can have the beautiful daylight of entertaining his grandchildren 24 hours a day.

"Why? Did my biological father write something to curse my adoptive father?"

The little guy started counting on his fingers.

'Bastard'? It’s only three words, so it shouldn’t be!

‘Stinky poisonous fish’? Only three words!

"Is it 'bastard Hetun'?" the little guy asked innocently.

"Probably...no! Although your biological father is a bastard, he is not so vulgar!"

Xing Ba buckled on the comfortable safety belt that was professionally customized for the little one.

"What did you write about?"

The little guy said in disgust, "If I had known you were so stupid, I would have asked dear-chen!"

"Who is dear-chen?" Xing Ba asked casually.

The little guy grinned, "...I won't tell you!"

"..."

****

The days when there are no little things competing with oneself are always so exciting.

Feng Xinglang rushed directly from the kindergarten to his wife's school.

The food and flowers have all been booked, but the only thing left is the woman Lin Xueluo!

A beautiful world for two is about to begin.

"Baby, where are you? Come out quickly, the man you have been dreaming of is waiting for you outside the school gate!"

"ah?"

What came from the phone was not a woman's shy voice, but a kind of surprise, "Xinglang, you have already gone to my school, right? I'm so sorry, I forgot to tell you!"

"What did you say? Where are you?" Feng Xinglang's voice was deep.

"I now……"

Before Xueluo could finish speaking, another woman's voice came from the phone.

"Feng Xinglang, your wife belongs to me tonight! You can go back and hold your own son to sleep tonight!"

It's Yuan Duoduo. An hour ago, she rushed to the school and dragged Xueluo away.

"Yuan Duoduo? Why did you take my woman away if you didn't go fishing for golden turtles?"

"Isn't it okay to have lesbian sex? I'm in love with your wife!"

Yuan Duoduo couldn't help but cut off the phone.

"..." Of course Feng Xinglang didn't believe what Yuan Duoduo said about lesbianism.

But from Yuan Duoduo's tone, something bad happened recently. Was it given to me by passerby B again...

Until now, Feng Xinglang was skeptical that Bai Mo could marry Yuan Duoduo.

Feng Xinglang had seen Yuan Duoduo's leg skills. Being purely a tomboy, he should have the upper hand against Bai Mo, who is pampered and spoiled like a monster. But the fact turns out to be: Bai Mo succeeded?

Half-hearted?

Thinking about the world between the two of them tonight, Feng Xinglang reluctantly called again.

But before Feng Xinglang could say anything, Yuan Duoduo started shouting.

"Feng Xinglang, I'll give you a chance to go out and have fun, do you pretend to be innocent?"

"I just want to hang out with my wife! Please give me my wife back!"

"Tch, who will believe it! Feng Xinglang, you are overdoing it! There is Lan Youyou in front of you, and there is beauty Qiao in the back. You said you don't want to go out with other women, who will believe it! Only Lin Xueluo, a silly Baitian, can I believe you!"

"I'm so sorry, Ms. Yuan, it doesn't matter to me whether you believe it or not! I just want my woman to believe it!"

"Feng Xinglang, it's no use even if you break your throat. Anyway, your woman belongs to me tonight! Tonight is just the best time for the two of us! No one is allowed to disturb us!"

"..."

Without his son's little fight for favor, but Yuan Duoduo, a female Afei, was killed halfway; Feng Xinglang had to face the fact: his two-person world tonight should be in ruins!

I can't hold my woman, and I can't hold my child. It seems that I can only go home and hug my pillow tonight!

I called Bai Mo and wanted to ask him to go to Yulong City to relax, but Bai Mo was banned from reading the Bible in the Bai Mansion by Mr. Bai. It is estimated that the memorial day of his biological father and mother is coming soon, and Mr. Bai will always ground Bai Mo for a week out of grief.

Yan Bang was discharged from the hospital and moved back to his hometown, Yulong City.

As early as a month ago, Feng Xinglang had reorganized his Yulong City; he had cleared out those ambitious things. But the roots of Chong San are deeper than Feng Xinglang imagined. If they are all uprooted, the entire Yulong City will inevitably be shaken.

If Yan Bang wants to defend his position as the boss, he must come up with some means. And it’s not just about fighting violence with violence.

Yan Bang's former personal doctor has been dealt with by Feng Xinglang; a person who can betray Yan Bang with Chong San and lure him over to Feng Xinglang cannot be kept.

Feng Xinglang found another French doctor for Yan Bang. Yan Bang has lived in France since he was a child and has an advantage in language communication.

If a French doctor wants to gain a foothold in Shanghai, being loyal to his financial backer Yan Bang is undoubtedly his best way out.

For Yan Bang, Feng Xinglang was really worried!

Come to think of it, Cong Gang's arrival should make him worry-free! It's actually quite risky to keep someone with too many ideas by your side.

Maybe Cong Gang would have a sudden impulse and take Feng Xinglang hostage again.

In comparison, Yan Bang, who is simple-minded, is easier to control.

Yan Bang writes French well.

When Feng Xinglang came in, Yan Bang was writing something in a gold-gilded notebook.

Feng Xinglang was really uncomfortable seeing such a rough guy like Yan Bang concentrating on writing.

If Yan Bang was playing with a knife or a gun, maybe Feng Xinglang would be more accepting.

Feng Xinglang can speak a few words in French, but cannot read French.

He raised his eyebrows and glanced at it, leaning lazily on the sofa, "I really didn't realize that you can write French very well!"

Yan Bang raised his head and glanced at Feng Xinglang. His eyes did not linger on his face, and he took it back again to concentrate on writing what he was writing.

"How are your health? Didn't you cry when you first urinated?"

Feng Xinglang deliberately asked so humorously that he deserved a beating. From time to time, he glanced at Yan Bang's waist with a casual attitude.

"I heard... that you and your son were taken hostage by Cong Gang to threaten your own father, Hetun?"

Before Feng Xinglang's handsome face turned cold, Yan Bang continued to sigh, "Why do you think Cong Gang would be willing to let it go? Or, you and Cong Gang were in cahoots, and you wanted to give your biological father Hetun a profound love." lesson?"

Feng Xinglang's eyebrows were knitted a little heavily, but he also knew clearly: Yan Bang would not just let go of the humiliation he suffered!

"What else have you heard?" Feng Xinglang asked.

"I also heard that your own father in Hetun supported you and had a lot of bloody holes in his body... Has this full father's love moved you to tears?"

Yan Bang squinted at Feng Xinglang, whose face was getting heavier and heavier, with a look of uncertainty on Scar's face.

It seemed that Yan Bang knew everything he should know, and he also knew what he shouldn't know. Feng Xinglang no longer needed to hide or quibble. Perhaps hearing it from others would be much easier than Feng Xinglang explaining it to Yan Bang himself.

Feng Xinglang's thick eyebrows raised slightly, but he remained silent.

He didn't reply to Yan Bang's sour words!

Because at this moment, in this state, not answering is the best answer!

"By the way, if Hetun and I meet each other again...where will you stand?"

Yan Bang asked. He asked calmly.

Feng Xinglang spread his palms and rubbed his swollen temples, "Bang, I'm really tired! I just want to stay with my wife and children, and live an ordinary life of eating, drinking, having sex, and providing daily necessities!"

Yan Bang paused the pen in his hand, turned his head and stared deeply at Feng Xinglang, looking a little haggard.

Feng Xinglang took off his leather shoes and lay on his side on the sofa, as if he could fall asleep with a pillow.

Yan Bang just stared at Feng Xinglang;

But Feng Xinglang kept resting with his eyes closed.

After a long time, a sentence escaped from his thin lips, "Those who should leave will leave! Shencheng is still your Yan Bang's world!"

But Yan Bang inexplicably held the Parker gold pen in his hand tightly, and his voice was low and breathy: "Everyone will leave? Not including you, right?"

Feng Xinglang's handsome eyes opened instantly, and the crystal ashtray at his hand was thrown towards Yan Bang.

"I If you really leave, you damn thing don’t even have anyone to collect your body!”

Even the abuse and curses sounded so gentle and heart-warming to Yan Bang's ears.

"Lang...you are my life!"

Yan Bang made a faint sound, as if talking to himself.

But Feng Xinglang just turned over, gave Yan Bang a hard blow on the back, and then nothing happened.

****

In the small apartment building, Yuan Duoduo made Xueluo's favorite Coke chicken wings in school.

"Look at how diligent you are... I like it so much!"

Xueluo held the Coca-Cola chicken wings with her hands and ate them while sweetly praising Yuan Duoduo, who was as hard-working as a little bee.

"Xueluo, I want a child."

Yuan Duoduo spoke in a deep voice while making egg drop soup.

That heavy atmosphere made Xueluo feel inexplicably depressed.

"That's not easy: first have a sweet love, then have a fairy tale wedding, and then add some cute dolls... It's perfect!"

Xueluo spoke happily, not wanting to make the atmosphere too heavy.

Because she had already felt the sadness in Yuan Duoduo's words.