Chapter 870 I’m Depressed...

The little guy hugged his father Feng Xinglang's waist and swayed cutely.

"Dad, will you really marry Xiao Qiao home?"

"Of course it's fake!"

Feng Xinglang curled up his fingers, rubbed his son's little nose, and then said solemnly: "My father only loves one woman, your mommy! All other women should stand aside!"

Although Xueluo knew that these words were just Feng Xinglang's way of teasing his son, hearing them still made her feel comfortable and comfortable.

"I just want Xiao Qiao to live at home!" the little guy said angrily.

"No! One mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, do you understand?"

Feng Xinglang kissed his son's forehead to comfort him: "What's more, there are two tigresses! Aren't you afraid that they will eat you, a little tiger cub, in order to compete for favor?"

"Then why can Da Duoduo live in our house? Da Duoduo is also a tigress!"

The little guy's comprehension ability is quite strong.

"..."

The conversation between father and son made Yuan Duoduo and Xueluo almost speechless and choked.

"They are different in nature! Daduoduo is your mommy's good friend."

Feng Xinglang tried his best to use an accent that his son Feng Linnuo could understand.

"But Xiao Qiao is also my good friend! Mommy's good friends can live at home, why can't my good friends?"

Well, this problem is indeed a problem.

Logically speaking, what little Lin Nuo said is completely reasonable.

"Well...it's still a question of nature! Da Duoduo has no wrong thoughts about your biological father; but your Xiao Qiao has impure motives!"

Feng Xinglang explained to his son while eating breakfast.

"What's wrong with you? Da Duoduo keeps yelling at you, and Xiao Qiao doesn't even dare to say a word."

"Then you think Xiao Qiao is better than Da Duoduo?" Feng Xinglang changed the subject.

"No more! I just think Da Duoduo can live in our house, and so can Xiao Qiao!"

The little guy persisted in his obsession.

Feng Xinglang put down the milk cup in his hand, "Tell me your motive for wanting Xiao Qiao to live in our house?"

"What's the motive?"

"It just has some purpose."

"I want Xiao Qiao to play with me, sleep with me, and go to school with me every day; when I have diarrhea, she will be with me to wipe my vagina; when I am walking around, she will be there to hold me." With..."

"Your parents, your parents, Grandpa Mo and Grandma An can all do these jobs."

"But none of you belong to me! I think Xiao Qiao belongs to me alone!"

"Are you alone?"

"Um!"

"Isn't your idea too selfish? Xiao Qiao doesn't have to go to work, doesn't he have to make money for his father?"

"You can find someone else! Nina is already very capable!"

"Okay! Go and tell Xiao Qiao: Do ​​you want her to live at home, play with you, sleep with you, go to school with you to apply PP, etc.! As long as Xiao Qiao agrees, there will be no problem with her biological father! "

"Really?"

"uh-huh!"

"Ah...Dad, you are so handsome! My son really likes you!"

After succeeding, the little guy immediately became as happy as a happy little leopard, running around and doing somersaults all over the ground.

"..."

Xueluo never expected that the conversation between their father and son would actually end in such a way!

Does Feng Xinglang really want to have three wives and four concubines?

Xueluo glared at the man, but the man glanced at her with charming and thoughtful eyes, signaling her to feel at ease.

In fact, Feng Xinglang just wanted to teach his son Feng Linnuo a vivid lesson that was rejected!

Because Feng Xinglang knew: Even if he agreed to the little thing, Xiao Qiao would refuse!

It’s okay to let the little guy have a taste of being rejected once in a while!

"Lin Nuonuo, don't you like the rhythm of Da Duoduo living in your house?"

Yuan Duoduo got into trouble with the little guy.

"No! I just want to invite Xiao Qiao back to live with me! Xiao Qiao is so gentle, and you will like her too."

"I don't like it! Da Duoduo doesn't like any woman who tries to steal a husband from your mommy!"

Yuan Duoduo made his position clear.

"Don't worry, Xiao Qiao won't steal from my biological father with my mother! My biological father is old and has a bad temper. If Xiao Qiao wants to steal from me, he will only steal from me!"

"Robbing you? Your little elephant's trunk hasn't even grown a single hair!"

"Daduoduo, you are so annoying!"

"..."

Looking at his son playing happily with Yuan Duoduo, Feng Xinglang's eyebrows frowned slightly.

At this time, it should be around 8pm in Vancouver. I think that little thing Tuantuan probably hasn't fallen asleep yet.

His biological mother was kidnapped by the people from Hetun, and his biological father went after his biological mother again. Xiao Dong was the only one left in the manor?

The housekeeper in the manor answered Feng Xinglang's call. The situation reported by the housekeeper was similar to what Ye Shinian described.

It seemed that Feng Xinglang could vaguely hear his niece Feng Tuantuan's cries through the phone.

"Old Tang, take Tuantuan back to Shencheng! Leave now!"

"Now? But the whereabouts of the eldest young lady are unknown; the eldest young master is not here..."

"You don't have to worry about them! Just take Tuantuan back to Shencheng!"

"The people in Hetun are so powerful. I'm worried that our people are no match for them."

"Don't worry, the people in Hetun won't be in trouble."

"Okay! Let's leave now!"

"Yeah. Be careful on the road!"

Feng Xinglang hung up the phone and looked deeply at the potted plants outside the French window. After being carefully taken care of by Butler Mo, they are presented in various shapes that conform to human aesthetic views.

But Feng Xinglang felt that these potted plants lacked their original wildness and beauty!

"Xinglang, did you really promise Nuonuo to let Xiao Qiao live in the Feng family?"

Behind him, Xueluo's soft questioning voice came, "Do you still want your son to experience the feeling of being rejected?"

Women are smart, and of course they can understand their husband's good intentions.

"It's better to let the little guy experience being rejected on his own than to have him make trouble with us every now and then."

Feng Xinglang turned sideways and held the woman in his arms. Smelling the long herbal aroma in her hair, gently caressing her ear beads.

"What if...that beautiful girl Xiao Qiao doesn't follow common sense and agrees to Nono to come and stay at our house?"

A woman's mind is sometimes a few sizes too small. Especially when dealing with the relationship between men and women.

"Then it will be as she wishes: to be a nanny who will take care of our son's food, drink, and sleep!"

"Are you...really willing?"

"What would you give up? Our son? Or that little Qiao?"

"Don't you worry about that little Qiao who is near the water..."

"No one can be closer than you! It can be as close as negative distance!"

The man's voice was tainted with a layer of gangsterism; he moved the woman in his arms, feeling his passion.

"For you, it's as close as searching for something!"

"Xinglang, don't be like this..."

"Does protecting him make you feel more at ease?"

"Hate!"

Xueluo could only use one hand to push the man's chest; but the other hand was pressed harder by the man.

From the beginning to the end, until Feng Xinglang left the Feng family and rushed to GK Ventures, he did not mention to Xueluo that his niece Feng Tuantuan was about to return to Shanghai.

Perhaps from Feng Xinglang's point of view, his aunt's niece's return home was completely acceptable and no prior notification was required.

As soon as he sat down at the huge desk, he received a call from Yan Bang.

"Is your head feeling uncomfortable?" Yan Bang asked.

Feng Xinglang was indeed drunk last night. Whether it was uncomfortable or not, he got through it anyway.

But at this moment, Feng Xinglang felt that his brain was even more uncomfortable than last night.

"Yan Bang, you bitch, are you following me, or are you arranging spies in my GK? Why do you get harassing calls from you every time I sit here?"

Feng Xinglang asked angrily.

"You're so petty! Why didn't you say that we have a clear understanding of each other!"

Yan Bang's voice was ruthless and very listenable.

"I have a close connection with you!"

Feng Xinglang scolded him coldly, "When you have time, think more about your own future!"

"Let's have a meal together at noon."

Yan Bang chose to filter Feng Xinglang's tireless teachings.

"No time!"

Feng Xinglang refused coldly.

"Mo Laosan is not in a happy mood and desperately needs our comfort!" Yan Bang continued.

"……talk later!"

"Yeah! Waiting for you!"

Bai Mo's mood was not bright, and Feng Xinglang's mood wasn't much better either.

Do you really want to leave your eldest brother Feng Lixin and his family of three indifferent?

In this Hetun, are you tired of eating enough food? He actually let his adopted sons chase Lan Youyou away from the manor in Ottawa?

According to the manor’s butler’s description, he even did it in front of his niece Feng Tuantuan!

Is this to make Tuan Tuan remember from childhood that her biological mother was kidnapped by what kind of bad guy?

Then he can seek revenge from Hetun? !

It was approaching noon, and Feng Xinglang was about to call Xueluo, but his woman called first.

"Xinglang, Duoduo, I, and two old classmates are going to get together at noon, so please don't come to school to have dinner with me."

Guessing that just when Feng Xinglang was about to ask if he was a boy or a girl, Xueluo said first:

"Four women of the same gender! Don't worry!"

Well, I didn’t want to go to Yan Bang’s banquet, but I have to go now.

It's better than facing Nina, who is so enchanting that it affects her appetite.

In the eyes of others, Nina is beautiful; unfortunately, Feng Xinglang and Ye Shinian have seen such a thing before, so they naturally look at her strangely.

"coming."

Yan Bang stepped forward and personally pulled up Feng Xinglang's seat.

Feng Xinglang saw Bai Mo paralyzed on the side, looking helpless.

The word ‘melancholy’ is written in big letters on his forehead!

Not bothering to comfort Bai Mo, Feng Xinglang took the chopsticks and started eating.

"Brother Lang, are you too willful? I'm so depressed, but you can still eat?"

Bai Mo, who was left out, jumped up from his seat and aggressively asked Feng Xinglang, who had a good appetite.

"Last time it was you who took someone else's turn. Is it someone else's turn this time?"

Feng Xinglang asked leisurely. He took a sip from the red wine glass handed by Yan Bang.

"Brother Lang, why can't you see me? I'm almost hopeless!"

Bai Mo slumped back on his seat again, his beautiful long eyelashes slightly narrowed, and he sighed from time to time.

"How many times have you worked with Yuan Duoduo? The kind with real guns and live ammunition!"