When Linnuo children came into the villa in Repulse Bay, the adoptive father river village was pouring and drinking.
From soft red wine to high brandy, the Hetun is intoxicated.
Among all the righteous sons, except Xing 12, he Tun still had a few words to say, but others did not dare to persuade or speak. Just standing on one side, like a wooden stake, he Tun was paying attention to the water.
"Adoptive father Why are you drinking again? Didn't frank say: you can't drink too much? Why are you disobedient again
Frank is a personal doctor in Hetun.
The little guy rushed in from the door, went forward and grabbed the wine cup from Hetun.
The wine spilled over a table and half of his sleeve. Although the little thing didn't like to smell the smell of alcohol, it was better than being drunk by his adoptive father Hetun.
"Ten Fifteen You What are you doing here? Come on, let your adoptive father embrace you... "
When he Tun saw that it was Xiao Shiwu who had captured his wine cup, his anger came down again in an instant.
"I don't want you to hold me when I'm 15 years old."
The little guy held his nose in his little hand. Although this kind of dislike, but still in half pushed down by the river Tun pulled into the arms, embrace sat on his legs.
"Fifteen My adoptive father's good child Only you love your adoptive father most My adoptive father really loves you My 15 is the best
He Tun's voice was tinged with strong wine. He hugged the little guy in his arms and his voice trembled slightly.
"Adoptive father, why do you drink so much wine? How bad it is
The little guy hated to use his other hand to block Hetun's nose and mouth, and put his head back.
In fact, the little guy also wanted to say: not only hurt the body, but also special smelly!
"Fifteen The adoptive father will listen to you and stop drinking! "
With a loud bang, Hetun swept all the wine bottles that had been opened or had not been opened on the table on the ground.
"Adoptive father, what's the matter with you? You can tell Shiwu not to drink alone! "
The little guy took the wet paper from Xing 12 and wiped the residual wine stains on his cheek for Hetun.
He Tun gazed at Xiao Shiwu's little face, which was very similar to his father's.
"Fifteen, actually I'm your own grandfather Do you understand? "
There was no need to worry so much about the drunken river village, because it was too hard for him to keep it in his heart. So under the stimulation of alcohol, they speak out freely.
The little guy frowned: instinctively, he Tun thought that his adoptive father was really drunk, and he was already talking nonsense!
"If you want to be my grandfather, don't I want to be a grandson? It's not good! "
Even after he Tun got drunk, he refused to give in. He doesn't want to be junior to the old twelve.
"Fifteen, I'm really your grandfather! Your father Feng Xinglang He is He is my own son
Half drunk and half awake, he Tun didn't want to bend himself and finally told the big secret of the day.
Spit it out!
But the little guy had a completely different feeling: finished, the adoptive father really drank too much this time! He brought in his bastard father Feng Xinglang.
Not only to be his grandfather, but also to be his own father?
The drunken adoptive father
After taking advantage of yourself, do you want to take advantage of my father's fengxinglang?
Although he is filial to Hetun, Feng Xinglang is his father. He can't let his father take advantage of him.
"Adoptive father, I can't! Feng Xinglang has a father. Although he's dead, he probably won't agree with you to be his father! You'd better find someone else! I think that Yan Bang is right! You are strong, and you can compete with old four and old five! "
The reason why the little guy mentioned Yan bang was that he thought: if the adoptive father Hetun really accepted Yan bang as his adopted son, Yan Bang would certainly be obedient. Will not be so arrogant holding the bastard fenghang Lang Pro!
In the little guy's mind, his own father has been kissed by others, and he is still the Feng Xinglang of P shares. He really has no face!
"Don't mention that Yan bang! When you are free, the adoptive father will destroy him! "
In his subconscious mind, Hetun refused to let Yan Bang go.
The little guy was stunned for a moment: Although Yan Bang kisses the bastard Feng Xinglang, he won't be killed by his adoptive father Hetun?
To tell you the truth, I still enjoy being served by Yan Bang's people in Yulong city.
There are endless delicious food, endless advanced toys; so Yan Bang is better not to die!
A little lesson, it's OK! Just let him know he's wrong!"Fifteen, I'm really your own grandfather; your own father is the father of Xinglang! That Feng Yishan is just a fake! "
Here we go again!
Linnuo children see father River Tun more and more serious, more and more energetic, really a head two big.
It seems that you can't drink too much wine! Drink it and start talking nonsense!
"Well, I see. Adoptive father, you'd better take a rest. It's very late! "
Seeing that Hetun wants to be his own "Pro grandfather" endlessly, Lin Nuo's children begin to fool the drunken Hetun.
"Fifteen, call me grandfather How about that? "
Hetun's demands are more and more excessive.
To be honest, according to the age of his adoptive father Hetun, there is nothing wrong with calling him grandfather!
However, there are old four and five, and old twelve. They are watching. How can the little guy still shout?
Thinking that they will laugh their teeth off! Kids don't want them riding on their heads!
"I can call you grandfather But you have to let them call first! From the fourth. I'm the youngest, and I'm the last to cry! "
Little guy, this little head melon seed is not so smart.
In this way, he Tun's adoptive father's wish to be a "grandfather" has been satisfied, and he has not been laughed at by them.
“……” Xing twelve, their faces are green.
When he Tun bowed his head to kiss the little guy, he immediately scattered the birds and animals.
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when he Tun, the adoptive father, was comforted, it was an hour later.
After thinking about it, Linnuo felt that he should go to old twelve to discuss it.
After all, my father Feng Xinglang is still a patient, and it's not convenient to deal with the guy who wears black glasses and sends out picture paper at the gate of their kindergarten.
If Lao Shier is willing to do it, it must be something that can be caught easily.