Chapter 1088: Grief under a lie

"Old man, why are you here? I have been waiting for you for a long time!"

After Lin Nuo murmured a grumble, he opened his arms and begged, "Come and take me to the guy named Fang!"

Xing Ba lifted the little thing from the floor, and kissed him in his arms.

"I need my brother to help me, so you will think of my brother?"

Xing Ba caress the little guy's cheek, showing an aggrieved look left behind by his fifteenth brother.

"That's all I want you to do? I'm not busy! I have to learn every day, OK?"

"Still learning? Who did you learn these weird words?"

Xing Ba was directly amused by the words of Xiaoshi 15. Even if Little Things didn't think of him, but Xing Ba could be needed by the little ones, Xing Ba was already satisfied. There are too many little people who love him!

"Someone upstairs!"

Xing Bagang fastened Xiao15 into the pocket of the child in front of his chest, and heard footsteps from the stairs. And more than one person, it should be the footsteps of two people, one big and one small.

"Brother Nono, you are called downstairs for dinner! Grandma Ann made delicious baymax rice balls, and seven-colored meatballs, which are delicious!"

I thought Brother Nono went upstairs early because he was unhappy to hear that his dad was taken away by the police uncle.

"Eat it yourself! I'm full and I'm going to bed now."

Linuo children hummed. There is an obvious aversion to the concern of the closure group.

"Brother Nono, you just eat a little bit, you will be hungry at night. Sleeping hungry will make you feel uncomfortable."

Feng Tuan Tuan was still sweet and persuaded his brother Nono with a bad mood.

"I'm not hungry, don't worry about you!"

Lin Nuo said angrily. He motioned for Xing Ba to lock the door of the room.

"Snot, don't you dare to bother me again ... I'll slap you! Stubbornly stabbed you, your P shares bloom!"

"..."

Five minutes later, Lin Nuo's child was taken out of Feng's home by Xing Ba, got on a riot car and whistled all the way to Fang Yiyan's residence.

"Fifteen, you are too pity for Hong Xiangyu, right? Feng Tuan is so cute, how can you bear with her?"

Seeing the little guy's cold face vowing to avenge his father and father, Xing Ba found a lighter topic.

The little guy turned his head and glared at Xing Bayi, "Where is the runny worm cute? It's annoying!"

"Why isn't it cute? People are white and beautiful, and they speak so sweetly. Most importantly, she still cares about you!"

"Who wants her to care! Just find me!"

When Xing Ba saw that the little guy really had no affection for Feng Tuan Tuan, he stopped teasing him.

"Fifteen, how are you going to deal with Fang Yiyan?"

"Let him release my dad first! Then beat him up!"

This is the solution in the kids world, simple and straightforward.

Xing Ba wrinkled his lips, and seemed to be thinking: how to explain to a 6-year-old child that his dad, Feng Xinglang, was playing a tricky game?

"Bye old man, is that surname Fang's terrible? Can we both fix him?"

The little boy turned to his side and asked a little worried. After all, Xing Twelve is one of the most influential people in Hetun.

"My Eighth tried his best to get him ridiculed! He couldn't call his surname Fang, only his surname!"

"Ha ha ha ... just hit his surname round!"

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This is a suburb.

Life is convenient, but away from the noise of the city center.

In addition, there is a large area of ​​greenery. Although it cannot be relied on the mountain, it can be beside the water.

It is not easy to find a place for self-cultivation in Shencheng. From the side, Fang Yiyan's special identity of the three generations of red can be seen.

"Old man, are we going over the wall or knocking in?"

The child Lin Nuo stood in front of the closed door and questioned Xing Ba who was behind him.

"Of course ... knocked in!"

Because he's over the wall. I didn't find any dangerous people or things in the courtyard, so I didn't want to let small things go over the wall.

"Hmm! Hmm! Hmm!"

The little man clenched his fists and smashed heavily on the wooden door.

"Come here, come ..." The answer came from the door only when the little guy smashed for the third time.

The door opened was an aunt in her forties who was still wearing an apron and should be a nanny.

"You ... who are you looking for?"

Seeing a five- or six-year-old child knocking on the door, the aunt dropped her vigilance and asked with a gentle voice.

"I'm looking for Fang Yiyan!"

Without waiting for the old aunt to answer, the little guy got into the door with a cat body.

"Hey ... hey ... boy, wait!"

Seeing that no one was behind the child, the aunt immediately caught up with the children of Lin Nuo.

Xing Ba didn't have such a gentleman anymore, he came in directly through the wall. He wanted to see how the little things that had been raised by Feng Xinglang for a year and a half would deal with the problem.

Here is a rare and elegant residence: clean, spotless cyan stones cover the entire yard; green moss meandering in the cracks of the stones, in the thick, the deep and quiet.

The little boy ran into the lighted hall in one breath.

When he rushed in, all he saw was a granny with white hair sitting at the table and eating.

"What about Fang Yiyan? Where did he hide?"

The little guy asked directly to the white-haired grandma.

When the white-haired grandmother saw the handsome and sturdy Lin Nuo, she was full of love. Pick up a piece of pastry from the plate and deliver it.

"Whose child are you from? What are you doing with Yiyan?"

"I'm here to get revenge on Fang!"

The little guy didn't look at the pastries delivered to him by the grandma, and looked for it in the room.

"Family surname, give it to me! Do you think you can hide, I can't find you? Coward!"

"Child, come here to grandma! Talk to grandma, how can my family make you angry?"

The white-haired old man looked at Lin Nuo, the tiger's head and the brain, the more he liked it.

"He's locked up my dad! I'm looking for him to settle accounts!"

Lin Nuo answered the white-haired old man with a grudge, while looking through the boxes.

"This bear boy, you can't turn things around! Stop!"

Auntie nanny came forward to stop, but was held down by the white-haired old man.

"Tell grandma, who is your dear?" The white-haired old man asked again with a temper.

"Feng Xinglang! Handsome and cool Master Fengjia II! I am his son!"

"Feng Xinglang?" The old white-haired woman murmured, probably unfamiliar with the name, and then asked, "Who is your mother?"

"Lin Xueluo! Are you annoying? The questions are endless!"