Chapter 1853: Love Letter 58

"Are these messy numbers, can they be eaten? Or can they keep fit?"

Xing Shier's disapproval sneered, "It just fools these little P kids!"

"Xing Twelve, you do n’t have to learn anything by yourself and you are ignorant. Do n’t teach Feng Lin Nuo badly!"

Mr. Wen was really speechless about Xing Shiliang's glorious words and deeds that I didn't learn.

I went upstairs and wanted to see if Xing Shiren was getting along well with the little teacher, and I heard their quarrel.

This is obviously a misconception and no common language!

One is a learned and talented gardener; the other is a bodyguard who shoots and kills with a sword ... I feel that they are very different in terms of personality and living environment!

What can I do? Did he find the wrong object for Xing Twelve?

But Xue Luo thinks that this gentle little teacher is more suitable for Xing XII!

Xing Twelve is enough to lack roots, and finding a normal girl will only be more suitable for him.

"Mr. Wen is fortunate. That's almost time for dinner. Let's go downstairs for a light meal."

Xue Luo is really like a girl like Teacher Wen Tianmei. Moreover, Hongmiao Zheng is still rooted, and the more they look, the more they feel that they are really a good match.

"No need. I'll be fine later."

Mr. Wen packed his things and was going to leave. "Lin Nuo is very good in all disciplines, so no extra tuition is needed."

"Don't you, Teacher Wen, you must have a light meal!"

Xue Luo came to stay with him, "You came all the way to Linuo to give you homework, and left without even eating ... Then how embarrassed I am as a parent!"

"Mother Nono, I really have something to do ..."

"Wen Qingqing, you are not comfortable looking at me, so you don't want to stay?"

Xing Twelve arrived very self-aware, "I am a ignorant and ignorant guy, let's go now! Head office, right?"

"Mother Nono, don't get me wrong, I'm really in trouble ..."

Mr. Wen is even more reluctant to ‘drive away’ Xing XII and leave behind.

Seeing Teacher Wen insisted on leaving, it was inconvenient for Xue Xue to stay. The key point is that Xing Twelve is gone, and it doesn't make much sense to leave the teacher alone. This is to match the two of them.

"Mr. Wen, since you have something to do, I won't keep you! Let's go, I'll let Nono and his twelve brothers take you home, can't you refuse?

In short, Xueluo's principle is: Let Xing Shiliang and Zhizhi teacher stay one extra second count. Although I brought the big light bulb of Lin Nuo's child. It is also a blending agent.

"No need! I can just call the car back!" Teacher Wen instinctively refused.

"That won't work!" Xue Luo exhorted his son. "Nuo Nuo must send the teacher home. Did you hear that?"

"Hear Mommy!"

The little one immediately came forward and dragged Xing Shiren, who was walking in front of him, and hand-pulled Mr. Wen from Langzhong, "Mr. Wen, let's go!"

This is the picture that Xue Luo wants to see: with his son Lin Nuo, they should not be able to quarrel.

Teacher Wen reluctantly got on Xing Shi's off-road vehicle.

After the off-road vehicle left the villa complex, she said, "Stop in front."

"Mister Wen, haven't arrived at your house yet?" Lin Nuo wondered.

"I'll take a taxi and go home. Nono, you and your twelfth brother will go back for dinner."

Teacher Wen thinks: Xing Shiliang should not be willing to send himself home. Rather than forcing him, it is better to be conscious.

"Do you hate me so much?"

Xing Shiliang gave Wen Qingqing a glance from the rearview mirror. "Yeah ... I'm ignorant and ignorant ... It's really annoying! Especially a learned person like you should look down on me It's a kind of person with no marks! "

"I ... I didn't look down on you! I ..." Wen Qingqing was anxious to explain, but was confused.

"Mister Wen, I'm so hungry ..."

Seeing that they were carrying them again, the Linuo kid immediately covered her belly with both hands, "Let's find a place to eat first?"

"Let's have a big meal in Repulse Bay that time ..." Xing Twelve answered.

"Just don't! My righteous father is fierce and will scare Teacher Wen!" The little man muttered.

"You go eat. Just put me on the side of the road!" Wen Qingqing didn't want to sweep Xing Shiliang's happiness.

"How can that be ?! Two of us big men left you a little **** the side of the road to eat, so gentleman!"

The little boy held his stomach, "Old Twelve, let's go to Yulong City to eat! By the way, look at Old Fourteen!"

"Old Fourteen is in Yulong City? What is he doing there?" Xing XII asked with a side head.

"Who knows! My dear has been stunned recently. It seems to be investigating who my brother's godfather is!"

The little guy sighed, "I feel like my mom and my dad's marriage may be in crisis ..."

"Ah? Already the little bug has a godfather?" Xing Zhuang asked, frowning.

"Well! It was my mom who looked for my brother!"

The little fellow sighed again, "I feel that my mommy is better at my brother-in-law's godfather than my dear! Oh ... who keeps my dear from fighting for himself! ... "

Seeing Mr. Wen in the car, the little guy couldn't say more.

"Hey, is this Lin Xueluo fighting for teeth? Feng Xinglang **** a woman outside, and she **** a man?"

Xing Twelve is purely reasoning based on facts.

"Smelly twelve! Don't say that my dad and mommy! You hate it!"

Lin Nuo shouted, stopping Xing Shiliang's nonsense.

Glancing at Mr. Wen in stun, the little guy sighed long:

"Mr. Wen, after you marry Old Twelve, you must love each other. Don't be so noisy, it will hurt our children!"

"..." Wen Qingqing was speechless.

...

The Feng Zeworm children dragged Cong Gang's picture, thinking about the big bugs all the way.

But let the little guy be upset, Feng Xinglang didn't take him to find the big bug in the photo.

Similar to homesickness?

"Zongzhe, give the photo in your hand to your dad?"

In the courtyard of Feng Jia, Feng Xinglang reached out to take the black and white photo of Cong Gang from his son's hand, but the little boy hid secretly behind him.

After concentrating on Meiyu for a few seconds, Feng Xinglang decided: It was up to the younger son to keep the photo in his hand and play with it.

Maybe some clues can be found. Or is it going down the drain?

There is: Seeing is not true, Feng Xinglang always feels that all this is too fictitious!

From the child's seat, the child Feng Fengzhe was held on the ground, holding up the photo in his hand, and ran towards the villa's living room all the way.

"Mama ... big bug ... big bug!"