Chapter 1400: Who is the third party?

Bai Mo was beaten out of Bai Mansion by a white cane.

It just happened that Bai Mo didn't want to stay; he was hit out smoothly by the old man!

Yuan Duoduo was stagnant, almost rigid.

[Don't say that, I really like Sheung Shui Qiannong so much! People are beautiful without saying, but also quite gentle! It can be said that Peas and Sprouts are treated as if they are out of their own! Such a nice woman, of course, I will cherish Bai Mo! ]

Bai Mo's words pierced Yuan Duoduo's heart like a sharp sword!

Yuan Duoduo wanted to cry, but could not cry!

It is really the one who is most worried and scared, and this God just gave her something.

Bai Mo fell in love with the gentle and beautiful Shui Qiannong ... and Shui Qiannong treats Peas and Sprouts as if they were his own;

What a perfect couple!

Only then did Yuan Duoduo realize that he had really become that redundant third party!

"Duoduo, don't you be sad, Bai Mo's kid is talking up! If he dares to be half-hearted, Grandpa will break his leg!"

What use would it even break his leg! My heart is gone!

At this moment Yuan Duoduo was already wondering: Did Bai Mo find true love? Is the water thick?

"Blossoming, Grandpa knows that you are worried about bean sprouts. Eat a little dinner first, and Grandpa will go with you to see them at the Holiday Villa!

Mr. Bai patted Yuan Duoduo's shoulder slightly, and sighed with sorrow.

"Don't go and watch ..."

Yuan Duoduo's bitter smile, "There is water in the thick, and you will definitely take good care of the bean sprouts!"

That night, Yuan Duoduo was almost awake all night. She thought a lot, for her two daughters, and for herself.

...

Xing Er went out of business, and Feng Xinglang and his son also participated.

For Xing Er, Feng Xinglang didn't have much impression, so he couldn't talk about his evaluation or likes and dislikes. Participated in Xing Er's funeral just to accompany his son Feng Lin Nuo; also for Xing Er's last words.

He Tun paused in silence before Xing Er's death. It was unknown what he was thinking, but he felt that he had lost the back of an arm, and was extraordinarily old and stunned.

Some could not support Xing Ba, and his body was so weak that Xing Shi took a step forward to support him.

"Fourteen, send Xing Baxian back to rest."

It was Feng Xinglang who spoke; his words had already worked well in Hetun Yizi. Especially some of the sons who are familiar with him.

"I'm fine ..."

Xing Ba waved his hand, but decided to leave Xing Er for the last trip.

"Okay, don't brace yourself! Fourteen, you send the old man back."

Xing Bachao glanced at the back of Hetun in silence, and finally defaulted to Feng Xinglang's arrangement.

At the funeral, in addition to Xing Wu, Xing Ba, Xing Shi Xing, and Xing Shi Xing and Xing Shi Xing, who were one age later, there were a few eyes. Among them, Xing Shiyi is not too unfamiliar, but Feng Xinglang, the other three around him, is the first time he has seen it. And one of them is about the same age as Xing Er ...

This person should not be the righteous son of Hetun; but he still respects Hetun, and it seems that his status is not as high as Xing Ergao. Who will it be? Someone from Xing Er? !!

In fact, Feng Xinglang came to Xing Er's funeral with a little purpose.

He wanted to see: How many sons left in Hetun!

Little Linno is surprisingly quiet today. Obediently leaned next to my father, Feng Xinglang, and quietly looked at Yitun Hetun, who had been in silence.

Hetun mourned, of course, the righteous sons would only accompany him to mourn.

Feng Xinglang didn't have any grief, so he looked more at the people who attended the funeral.

Coldly, Feng Xinglang found out when he inadvertently turned back: In addition to their group of people around Xing Erling, another group of black men stood at a distance of ten meters.

Feng Xinglang can find them, and the sons of Hetun can find them even more. In other words, the sons of Hetun did not have any movement, which proves that this group of people should be familiar.

Hetun mourned for ten minutes. Time seemed to be silent with him.

Then before Ling Ling's burial, he turned and walked towards Xiaoshi.

"Fifteen, are you tired? Let's go, Yifu holds you back!"

He Tun bowed over and lifted the little guy off the ground with one arm.

"Father, fifteen is not tired ..."

The little guy looked back at the slowly released Ling Ling, "The second brother hasn't been buried yet ... I want to wait a little longer."

"Don't wait! The wind is strong here, if fifteen gets cold, it will hurt Yiyi!"

He Tun left the little guy without looking back. Xing Twelve followed habitually.

Both Hetun and his son left, and Feng Xinglang didn't seem to need to stay. He and Xing Er are just a few sides where Pingshui meets. It was kind to be able to come and give him a concubine.

After some distance, Hetun slowed down. Feng Xinglang should be waiting behind him.

"Alan, the route has already been applied for, and you will return to Shencheng by special plane tomorrow."

Feng Xinglang did not answer Hetun's words. He didn't come to Peteburg to look at his face. He was unwilling to accept any concern from Hetun, and made him familiar with him.

"Fifteen, go back and listen to your mummy more: study hard and be a learned pillar!"

Seeing that his own son ignored him, Hetun caught his grandson and continued to chat.

"Yifu, you're so annoying!" The little man nodded. "You still have to think about how to grow your arms!"

A little sigh, the little guy sighed, "If the arm of the righteous father can grow like the tail of a small gecko, it can grow again ... then it's fine! Don't worry about how you eat and eat, fifteen Wear clothes, pants ... and laces! "

Although the little ones are small, they can worry a lot!

"Rest assured, there are people waiting for the right father!" He Tun kissed the little guy's cheek.

"What about the righteous father who pulls the rotten rotten arrogant? Do they have to help the old twelve?"

"..." This topic is really interesting.

"To be fifteen, don't worry about your righteous father ... then take fifteen home and take care of it! OK?"

Hetun deliberately teases the little guy.

The little guy gave a little nap, and then gave a clever answer, "Father, fifteen still thinks it would be better for you to stay in Pittsburgh to support the injury! The place is big, the scenery is good, and there are many people waiting, The chef is very good at cooking again ... anyway, it's a hundred times better than the small and noisy Fengjia! "

"Is there such a good thing? Isn't that fifteen happy to stay with his righteous father?" He Tun asked.