Chapter 871 Like to Be a Father? Like to Be an Uncle?

When Feng Xinglang asked this question in a serious tone, he actually had a serious tone.

There is no frivolity at all!

"Just once! The time when I took something!"

Bai Mo huffed, looking decadent and unwilling to answer.

"Just once? Oh, then you stay in Yuan Duoduo's little cage for three days and a half, and you only talk about life and ideals?"

Feng Xinglang was skeptical.

After all, a man and a woman live together in the same room, but there is no fire burning. How is this possible?

Moreover, the two of them are familiar with each other once and twice!

"Just once..."

Bai Mola sighed loudly: "I know you want to ask: Is it possible that the child in Yuan Duoduo's belly is mine! It's really not the case this time! It's really a foreign breed she went to the United States to get!"

"Does your old man know that you are so cowardly?"

Feng Xinglang no longer wanted to comment on Bai Mo's extremely cowardly behavior.

"I don't know... maybe I know now!"

Bai Mo sighed decadently in a long voice, "Besides, if we get another abnormality, the old man probably won't survive!"

It seems that Yuan Duoduo's concerns still have some objective truth.

"Then what do you mean now? Do you want to be your father? Or do you want to be your uncle?"

Because Mr. Bai has adopted Yuan Duoduo as his granddaughter, there is also the saying that Bai Mo "likes to be his uncle".

No matter how you hear these two titles, they are all sarcasm and sarcasm from Chi Guoluo!

"You like to be a rough dad? It makes me seem like I have no woman to marry, so I have to pick up that half-crippled shabby woman Yuan Duoduo?!"

Bai Mo was so angry that he stepped on Yuan Duoduo under his feet.

"Then be happy! Don't look so depressed as if your wife ran away with someone else!"

Feng Xinglang teased Bai Mo, but he couldn't relieve the depression in his heart.

"Come on, blow! Whoever takes a breath is his grandson!"

At Bai Mo's suggestion, the three of them started drinking together.

The one with the worst drinking capacity is of course Feng Xinglang.

It is well known that Yan Bang never gets drunk after a thousand cups; but Bai Mo belongs to the type who pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger.

The first person to drink down was naturally Feng Xinglang.

Bai Mo stood up unsteadily, burping from wine, staggering over and patting Yan Bang on the shoulder.

"Brother Bang, brother, I helped you get here! Brother Lang is at your disposal! Hehe, it's time to regain your glory, so don't be polite!"

Overall, Bai Mo is not a good person at all. He had a great time playing dirty tricks like this.

Have no idea! In terms of skill, he was no match for Yan Bang and Feng Xinglang; in terms of IQ, Feng Xinglang often crushed him into a dead dog.

Bai Mo's courage is limited to coercing Yan Bang into doing evil.

And Yan Bang's courage was far less open-minded than Bai Mo thought, especially when facing Feng Xinglang.

****

After Hetun took a peaceful nap, Xing Twelve told the news from Xing Laowu.

"Father, Lao Wu said that he and Lao Eleven have captured Lan Youyou."

He Tun took the face towel from Xing Twelve's hand and was slightly startled, "Caught it so quickly?"

"Yes. Lao Wu is here to ask for your instructions: Should Lan Youyou be put to death on the spot, or should he be brought back to Shen City for you to handle personally?"

Xing Twelve delivered the tea to Hetun. Every move he makes is considerate. Perhaps in Xing Twelve's mind, he had already regarded Hetun as his closest relative.

Hetun straightened his upper body and sighed slightly.

"Let's take it back to Shencheng! Lao Qi once treated Xueluo and his son like that. She should be allowed to apologize to Xueluo and her son. She can't apologize!"

"Okay, I'll give Lao Wu a reply right now."

It seemed that Xueluo's calls of 'Daddy' were not in vain. Hetun at least already had a place for her as his daughter-in-law in his heart.

"When is it?"

After drinking a few sips of Kung Fu tea, Hetun asked again.

"It's four o'clock in the afternoon. In half an hour, school will be over on the fifteenth. Foster father, do you need to pick him up?"

Hetun waved his hand, "That's it! That boy Alang is angry, so it's better not to mess with him!"

He obviously missed his own grandson, but he still suppressed the longing in his heart.

"Twelve, is my adoptive father old? He is becoming more and more affectionate!"

Hetun let out another long sigh. It is to lament the passage of time, and also to lament the extraordinary changes of fate.

I am also amazed that I have found my own flesh and blood in my lifetime! And it’s the child he shares with his beloved woman!

His own child also had his own child at the same time. Hetun, who was promoted to two levels at once, had the time to enjoy his life.

However, Hetun, who was strong and powerful, could not be compared with those decrepit old men.

Because Hetun still looks good and strong.

"Father, you haven't aged at all." Xing Twelve squeezed Hetun's shoulders.

Hetun stretched his muscles a few times and said, "When the summer vacation begins on the 15th, we will take him back to Mexico. Let him see a real rain of bullets!"

"Then your own son must not risk his life with you!" Xing Twelve joked.

"Perhaps Xueluo already has a second child in her belly by then, and that boy Alang won't be able to take care of Fifteen anymore! This young couple doesn't know what they are doing, and they actually left my Fifteen to a dog! That's right! , Fifteen also named the dog Sixteen..."

When Xing Ba came in, He Tun and Xing Twelve were chatting happily.

"Father."

"Yeah. What did Old Man Chen say?"

"Director Chen said: The superiors have been dissatisfied with Yan Bang for a long time. They have been looking for opportunities to fully investigate and deal with his Yulong City."

"Is this all talk without practice? Are you pretending to be a grandson?! The evidence we sent is not enough to bring him to justice?"

Hetun became angry.

"Bureau Chen wants us to wait! Firstly, Yan Bang has been deeply rooted in Shencheng for a long time; secondly, Feng Xinglang has been secretly safeguarding Yan Bang's status as a local leader!"

"You mean to say that uprooting Yan Bang will also affect Alang?"

"No way! But Yan Bang, Feng Xinglang and Bai Mo, the three of them have always supported each other and control more than half of Shanghai's financial institutions and entertainment empire."

Hetun frowned slightly and remained silent.

"Also, if Director Chen really tries to attack Yan Bang, your son will never sit idly by! Although we have hidden our identities, with your son's acumen, he will know sooner or later that we are involved!"

"Okay, old man, I have considered everything you said!"

Hetun breathed a sigh of relief, "But as a father, I can't just watch my son get entangled with a pervert who has an abnormal orientation and is plotting evil against Alang, right?"

"..."

In fact, Xing Ba wants to say: Yan Bang has been destroyed by you, so why can't you save your dear son, right?

"Did Alang go to Yulong City again last night?"

"..."

"Aren't you afraid that others will gossip when you run to Yulong City every three days?! He himself has a wife and children!"

"..."

The biological son couldn't hear it; the adopted sons who were not biological sons were being scolded on Feng Xinglang's behalf.

In fact, Xing Ba also wanted to say: In this age, there is no distinction between men and women when it comes to doing that kind of thing. Although you are your biological father, you can't control whether it's going to rain or whether your mother is going to get married, right?

****

Lin Nuo, a child, happily rushed into Xiao Qiao's secretary's office with the good news.

"Xiao Qiao, Xiao Qiao, my biological father finally agreed: starting from tonight, you can live in our house, play with me, sleep with me, go to school with me, and walk with me!"

"How can that be done? I still have to go to work!"

"Xiao Qiao, you don't have to go to work! I'll let my biological father pay you a very high salary! I guarantee you won't be able to spend all of it!"

Xiao Qiao smiled, "The reason why I go to work is not about my salary, but about realizing my own life value! And fighting for it!"

"Xiao Qiao, don't you love me anymore?"

The little guy couldn't fully understand what Xiao Qiao said.

"You are very cute, and I like you very much! But I am not your personal belongings! Xiao Qiao has to work, find a boyfriend, and get married... So, you'd better find the right person to be your nanny. Bar!"

"Hmph! If you dare not go to my house and be my nanny, I will ask my own father to fire you!"

The little guy's anger comes as soon as he says it.

"Then I'll have to find another job!"

"..."

On the way back to Feng's house, the little guy kept wilting.

That's to be expected.

Feng Xinglang did not comfort his son's mood, but left it to him to digest.

"Nono is back? Let Mommy kiss you!"

Xueluo waited at the door of the living room early.

The little guy snuggled on Mommy's shoulder, looking a little aggrieved, "Mommy, Xiao Qiao doesn't even love me anymore."

"It's okay, baby, mommy loves you! Mommy will always love my dear son!"

"Mommy, my son will always love you!"

The relationship between mother and son is another wonderful sublimation.

Xueluo couldn't help but give her husband a gesture of praise behind her.

Yuan Duoduo, who lives in the Feng family, eats well, sleeps well, and plays happily; there is no sign of a "hateful woman" like a single mother!

The child's emotions went away as quickly as they came; within an hour, he and Yuan Duoduo were already making a fuss.

The required lesson every day is: "Daduoduo, when will the twin babies come out in your belly? I'm impatient to wait!"

It's another sunny morning.

Xueluo got up early as usual.

It's not that she is very virtuous, it's just that she really enjoys the beautiful moment of preparing a sumptuous breakfast for her husband and children.

Xueluo especially likes to arrange dishes. Especially the breakfast presentation!

Either heavy or fresh.

Occasionally, I will also be artistic!

Great sense of accomplishment.

In Xueluo's view, Chinese food has all the "color, aroma and taste". Since "color" ranks first, of course there is a reason for it.

A weak knock on the door came, and Xueluo paused in the act of arranging the dishes.

Aunt An is making pastries; Butler Mo is pruning flowers and plants in the backyard.

"I'll open the door."

Xueluo never expected that the little guy who couldn't reach the video doorbell and could only knock on the door would actually be Feng Tuantuan!