Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me

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

Then he said to the little guy in a bland voice, "Eighth brother can\'t read Chinese characters either."

"Eight, how are you! Such a big person, yet you still can\'t say a word! "

The little guy grumbled in dissatisfaction and took the envelope from Xing Ba\'s hands.

"Fifteen, eighth brother has something to discuss with you …" Can\'t you wait until tomorrow afternoon, when your bastard father comes to pick you up before handing you this envelope? "

Perhaps, at this moment, Xing Ba\'s only hope was that the foster father Hetun would have the beautiful sunlight that would cause one\'s hair to stand on end 24 hours a day.

"Why? Is it because my biological father wrote this while scolding my foster father? "

The little guy began counting his fingers.

Big Scoundrel? It was only three words, it shouldn\'t be!

Stinky venomous fish? It was only three words!

"Is it \'Hetun bastard\'?" The little guy asked.

"It should be... No way! Your father might be a bastard, but he\'s not that vulgar! "

Xing Ba buckled up the comfortable safety belt that was specially modified for the little guy.

"Then what is it written on?"

The little guy said in disdain, "If I knew you were so stupid, I would have asked Dear-chen!"

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

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

"..."

The days when there was no small thing competing for a pet with him were always exciting.

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

Food, flowers, they were all already reserved. All that was left was Lin Xueluo!

The beautiful world of the two of them was about to open.

"Darling, where? "Hurry up and come out. The man you\'ve been yearning for day and night is waiting for you outside the school!"

"Huh?"

The voice that came out of the phone wasn\'t a woman\'s bashful voice, but was a type of surprise, "Xinglang, you couldn\'t have already gone to my school, right? I\'m so sorry, I forgot to tell you! "

"Say what? Where are you? " Feng Xinglang\'s voice became heavy.

"Right now, I …"

Before Xueluo could finish her words, the phone rang with the voice of another woman.

"Feng Xinglang, your wife belongs to me tonight! You can go back home tonight and hug your biological son to sleep! "

It was Yuan Duoduo. An hour ago, she came to the school to drag Xueluo away.

"Yuan Duoduo? If you aren\'t going to fish for the Golden Turtle, why did you bring my woman away? "

"Can\'t we do that? I\'m in love with your wife! "

Yuan Duoduo cut off her phone without saying anything further.

"..." Of course, Feng Xinglang did not believe what he had just said.

However, from Yuan Duoduo\'s tone, it seemed like something bad had happened recently. Was she being beaten up by a passerby again?

Until now, Feng Xinglang still held some doubts about Bai Mo being strong.

Feng Xinglang had personally witnessed Yuan Duoduo\'s martial arts with her legs. With the rank of a pure female warrior, she should have the upper hand against Bai Mo who was used to being a prodigy. But the reality was, Bai Mo had actually succeeded?

Just half a step?

Thinking about the two of them tonight, Feng Xinglang unwillingly called again.

Without waiting for Feng Xinglang to speak, Yuan Duoduo shouted from the side.

"Feng Xinglang, I\'ll give you a chance to go out and play, are you serious?"

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

Tch, who would believe that! Feng Xinglang, you have overplayed yourself! There\'s Lan Youyou in front, and the beautiful Qiao Qiao behind. If you say you don\'t want to go out with other women, who would believe it? And only Lin Xueluo, that idiot Bai Tiantian, would believe you! "

"I\'m so sorry, Ms. Yuan. Do you believe me or not? To me, it\'s really not important! I only want my woman to believe me! "

"Feng Xinglang, even if you say it out loud, it\'s useless. Your woman is mine tonight anyway! Tonight, it belongs only to us two women\'s best friends! No one else can be disturbed! "

"..."

Without his son\'s little competition, Feng Xinglang had to face the fact that his world of two people tonight had probably failed!

Since he couldn\'t carry his own woman or his own child, it seemed that he could only carry his pillow back home tonight!

He called Bai Mo, wanting to ask him to go with him to the Yulong City to relax. However, Bai Mo was forbidden by the Gentleman Bai to study the Bible there. It should be the day of his biological father\'s and mother\'s sacrifice soon, Gentleman Bai would always be injured and be grounded for a week.

Yan Bang was discharged and returned to his own lair, the Yulong City.

A month ago, Feng Xinglang had already reorganized his Yulong City and cleared away all those ambitious things. However, Buggy Three\'s foundation was even deeper than Feng Xinglang had imagined. If they were all uprooted, it would definitely shake the entire Yulong City.

If Yan Bang wanted to protect his boss\'s position, he had to come up with some methods. It was not just using violence to deal with violence.

Yan Bang had already dealt with the personal doctor previously; a person who could sell him to Yan Bang along with Bug San and lure him here, could not be left alive.

Feng Xinglang found a new doctor with a record record for Yan Bang. Yan Bang had lived in France since he was young, so he had an advantage when it came to communication.

If a French doctor wanted to gain a foothold in the Shen City, Yan Bang, who was loyal to him, was undoubtedly the best way out.

For Yan Bang\'s sake, Feng Xinglang had broken his heart!

Thinking about it, it was Cong Gang that saved him a lot of trouble! It was actually quite risky to keep a person with too many ideas by his side.

Who knows when Cong Gang might strike out of the blue and take him, Feng Xinglang, as a hostage again.

Comparatively speaking, Yan Bang who had pure heart was easier to control.

Yan Bang wrote a good piece of French.

When Feng Xinglang came in, Yan Bang was writing something on his golden notebook.

Seeing that Yan Bang was such a coarse old man, yet actually able to write so intently, Feng Xinglang was truly not used to it.

If Yan Bang was holding a blade or a gun and playing with it, maybe Feng Xinglang could accept it.

Feng Xinglang could speak a few words in French, but he could not understand French.

He raised his eyebrows and glanced at it, then lazily leaned back on the sofa. "I really didn\'t see it. You\'re really good at writing French!"

Yan Bang lifted his head and glanced at Feng Xinglang, his gaze did not linger on\'s face, and he once again removed the thing that was focused on writing him.

"How is your body? I didn\'t cry, did I?"

Feng Xinglang purposely asked humorlessly. From time to time, he would glance at Yan Bang\'s waist, acting sloppy.

"I heard … You and your son were kidnapped by Cong Gang to be hostages to threaten your father, Hetun? "

Without waiting for Feng Xinglang\'s handsome face to turn cold, Yan Bang continued to feign a sigh, "Tell me, how could Cong Gang bear to do that? Or could it be that you colluded with Cong Gang and wanted to give your father, Hetun, a deep lesson? "

Feng Xinglang\'s brows furrowed slightly. At the same time, he was clear: He would not let the humiliation that Yan Bang had suffered go so easily!

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

"I\'ve also heard that your Hetun\'s father has become your cushion, with many bloody holes sticking out of her body … This full of fatherly love, has it already moved you to tears like the rain? "

Yan Bang slanted his eyes and looked at Feng Xinglang, whose expression was getting heavier and heavier.

It looked like Yan Bang knew everything; knew what he shouldn\'t have known; knew what he shouldn\'t have known; Perhaps hearing it from someone else would make it much easier for him to explain things to Yan Bang himself.

Feng Xinglang\'s thick eyebrows slightly twitched, but he still remained silent.

He did not reply to Yan Bang\'s harsh words!

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

"Oh right, if Hetun and I fight again … Whose side are you on? "

Yan Bang asked. He asked calmly.

Feng Xinglang spread out his hands and rubbed his temples which were swelling, "Peng, I\'m really tired! "I just want to protect my wife and children and lead a bland life of eating, drinking, drinking, and drinking!"

Yan Bang stopped writing and turned his head to look at Feng Xinglang. He looked a little haggard.

Feng Xinglang stepped on his shoes and laid on the sofa, it was as if he could fall asleep if he touched the pillow.

Yan Bang stared at Feng Xinglang.

However, Feng Xinglang was resting with his eyes closed the entire time.

After a long while, he said, "Whatever needs to be left will leave!" Shen City is still your world! "

However, Yan Bang strangely gripped the Parker Golden Brush Brush in his hand tightly and panted a little softly, "You all know how to leave? Not including you? "

Feng Xinglang\'s handsome eyes instantly opened, and the crystal ashtray beside him smashed towards him.

"F * ck me!" You want to chase me away? Do you really want to become the Shen City\'s local tyrant? If it wasn\'t for me being your strategist, even if you, Yan Bang, could hide from me for a while, you wouldn\'t have survived past fifteen! If I really leave, you won\'t even have a f * cking person to collect your corpse! "

Even though it was an insult and a curse, in Yan Bang\'s ears, it was just that warm and gentle.

"Lang... You are my life! "

Yan Bang said indifferently, as if he was talking to himself.

But Feng Xinglang just turned his body, and let Yan Bang have a good look at his back, then he stopped talking.

In the small apartment, Yuan Duoduo cooked the Cola Chicken Wings that she liked to eat at school.

"Look at your solicitous offer …" I really like it! "

Xueluo directly gnawed on the Cola Chicken Wings in her hands as she praised Yuan Duoduo who was as hardworking as a bee sweetly.

"Xueluo, I want a child."

While Yuan Duoduo was preparing the egg flower soup, she opened her mouth.

That kind of heavy atmosphere caused Xueluo to feel an inexplicable sense of oppression.

"Isn\'t that simple? First we have a sweet love affair, then we have a fairy-tale wedding, and then we have a few cute babies. It\'s simply perfect! "

Xueluo said cheerfully, not wanting to make the atmosphere too heavy.

Because she could already feel the meaning behind Yuan Duoduo\'s words.