It is a happy life to be waited and watched by wife and children.
But when Feng Xinglang stepped into the villa, he would feel guilty for his wife and children.
Maybe it's just someone else's fault, but he is a man with a family. Sometimes connivance is no doubt equivalent to crime.
Linnuo children occupy the arms of Mommy xueluo, listening to the Sherlock Holmes detective who xueluo is reading. When he saw his father's letter, he jumped up.
"Feng Xinglang, what time is it? How did you come back? You've starved your wife and children! "
The little guy scolded Feng Xinglang who came back late. The small appearance is tinged with shallow anger.
"My father is busy making milk powder money!"
Feng Xinglang explained to his son, catching the subtle expression on xueluo's face: with a group of aunts and uncles, it should not involve microblog, circle of friends and other fields, right?
There is no doubt that Feng Xinglang is trying to judge whether xueluo is aware of the existence of those photos.
"Why don't you eat first with the kids? Are you not distressed to kiss your son when you are hungry? "
Feng Xinglang holds Zha Zha Huhu's son in one hand, and takes a woman's boneless waist in the other.
"Your son has to wait for your bastard father to come back and eat together. What can I do?"
Snow soft voice light rebuke, microstrip dissatisfaction, but also full of love for men.
“…… I love you! My world
Feng Xinglang kisses his son Linnuo and quickly pecks a kiss on xueluo's cheek. And then hug and cuddle.
"Well, Feng Xinglang, you don't have to be numb. If you really love your baby son, come back early and have dinner with him! So that the little ones won't wait for you to come back. "
When the snow falls, he puts forward his own requirements. Of course, it's the shield of Linnuo.
After the happy dinner, Feng Xinglang played with his son for a while, and then coaxed the little guy to sleep himself. Then he got up and gave a speech.
Snow's eyes fell on the man on the balcony. Upright posture, lonely afterimage
Feng Xinglang is either making a phone call or answering a call from someone else. Through the glass door and screen, xueluo can't hear the content, but she can feel the man's irritability and the faint ferocity.
Xueluo wanted to send a thicker robe to the man, but she was reserved in the end. Just quietly looking at the back of the man on the stage, for a long time can not move his eyes.
******
when Wei Kang came to Cong Gang's residence, it was already late at night.
Cong Gang hasn't fallen asleep yet. Sitting in the dim light. It seems to be waiting for Weikang.
"Boss, haven't you slept yet?"
After asking, Wei Kang seems to realize that his opening remarks are very silly.
"Well." Cong Gang just gave a faint hum.
"At about six o'clock this afternoon, Feng Xinglang rushed to Yulong city and beat Yan Banghao The attack is very fierce. Yan Bang is almost broken by Feng Xinglang! "
"Is there a reason?"
Cong Gang doesn't care if Yan Bang broke his face, but he is interested in why Feng Xinglang beat Yan Bang violently.
"Just look at this."
Wei Kang sent a stack of photos from the Internet to Cong gang.
When Cong Gang's words, really let Weikang enlighten.
"Boss, you want to get rid of Yan Bang by the hand of Hetun! Yeah, yeah, why didn't I think Feng Xinglang is the son of Hetun! "
Wei Kang understood Cong Gang's intention at once, "how can the violence of yihetun allow a man who has slept with his son to live in this world? Isn't that the face you hit him in
"Go to work! Forget about yourself
"Don't worry, I'll publish it in the name of" butterflies that can't fly across the sea. "