"Well? Where's your mommy?"
After intimate with his two daughters, Bai Mo found that Yuan Duodoo had not been followed outside the security door.
"Mummy talks to a handsome uncle downstairs!"
"Uncle handsome? Who is it?" Bai Mo asked tightly.
"That handsome uncle was met by mommy on the train!"
The two little cutes scrambled to answer Dabi's question, "The handsome uncle also praised us for being beautiful and said that we were" amazed "!
Bai Mo suddenly frowned, "Is that guy still downstairs now?"
"Well! Still! Listen to Uncle Shuai saying that he will also live here for a year! He is a good friend of Mummy! Uncle Handsome is so happy to see Mummy and keep chatting with Mummy!"
The two little cuties didn't know how they described them. Someone didn't like it. Even the urge to hit people downstairs.
"Bai Fu, go and get a baseball bat!" Bai Mo ordered to the caregiver aside.
"Master, what do you want for a baseball bat?"
Since his father's generation, the Bai Fu family have been full-time nurses in the Bai Gongguan. So it is up to him to take care of Bai Mo, the old man is still at ease.
But even Bai Fu felt that the old man had driven Master Bai out of the Bai Mansion this time, and it was a little bit too sensible.
Or maybe, this is the grandfather who wants to make grandson atonement!
"Let you find it, you're looking for it! What a waste!" Bai Mo scolded, and pushed the wheelchair himself toward the security door.
Small space, bump!
Bai Fu actually found a baseball bat in the small apartment. That was the stock that Yuan Duoduo had when she was a single young woman, and she kept it for self-defense.
When Yuan Duoduo came up to the ninth floor, she saw Bai Mo holding a baseball bat in his hand, and Bai Fu pushed the wheelchair, leading two daughters out of the house. Is this going downstairs to practice baseball?
"Bai Mo, where are you going?" Yuan Duoduo asked in amazement.
"Duoduo, did you meet a man on the train? He even came here to live?"
Although the reasons for beating people are far from sufficient, Bai Mo is so wayward.
"..." Yuan Duoduo was a little speechless: Seeing two small things should have conveyed some wrong messages to Bai Mo.
"Oh, I met on the train to Lhasa. He is a columnist ... I don't know the specifics!"
Yuan Duoduo was really depressed: Why did he explain so much to this man? I have made a new friend, do I need his ex-husband's explanation?
But now I do n’t explain it!
"Columnist? I think it's a literary gangster!" Bai Mo seems to have a deep misunderstanding of what is now called a writer.
"Bai Mo, what do you want to do? I lost the suitcase, wasn't it because of you? People helped me to bring the suitcase from Lhasa to Shencheng. You do n’t have to thank him. Yuan Duoduo complained.
"Duoduo, you are too simple! That guy is a literary hooligan!" In short, Bai Mo just determined that the literary man is not a good person. That ’s it? You have to send it by yourself in a thousand miles? He clearly is not at ease with you!
"
"..." Yuan Duoduo was really surprised by Bai Mo's understanding mode. "He, he will not be at ease with me? Oh, is this beautiful as a fairy? Or is it embarrassing?"
"Anyway, you're right away from him! That guy is definitely not a good thing!" Bai moaned sharply.
"Bai Mo, haven't you seen anyone yet? Why are you labeling others in random?"
Yuan Duoduo snatched the baseball bat from Bai Mo. "Okay, what kind of friends I will make, no matter what you do! How little do you do!"
She really didn't want to argue with Bai Mo. Intuition tells Yuan Duoduo that Bai Mo should be locked up in a small space and has produced rejection and depression! He was anxious to vent his emotions and dissatisfaction through some channels.
"Duoduo, I'm for your goodness too ... the anti-human heart is indispensable!" Seeing Yuan Duoduo's anger, Bai Mo got angry.
"Keep your own leg! I don't care about your business!"
After dropping this sentence, Yuan Duoduo went into the small apartment with a baseball bat and helped Bai Fu organize the small apartment messed up by Bai Mo.
Seeing that Doudou could not listen to his kindness reminder, Bai Mo beckoned to her two daughters.
"Bean sprouts, that guy must be trying to misbehave your mummy ... you must be optimistic about mummy, understand?"
Bai Mo is still a little bit clever, knowing that it is most appropriate to let two daughters supervise the blossoming. Because Yuan Duoduo revolved around the two children every day.
Unless ... unless two children go to school!
Bai Moto contemplates: It seems that he must meet the literary hooligan early!
...
For Cong Gang's ‘grandpa’, Feng Xinglang drank the Chinese herbal medicine ‘obedient’ for a month.
The so-called obedience is based on the fact that he had to drink!
Because Feng Xinglang knew: if he didn't drink, Cong Gang would definitely try to let him drink!
In order to drink a little medicine, but also shocked the wife who nurtured the young daughter, it is really pretending!
Not to mention that there is an eldest son who supervises him every day!
I don't know what ingredients, in short, Cong just drank him and he drank directly, never asking about the ingredients in this medicine.
In other words, he absolutely trusts Cong Gang!
Cong Gang really wanted to die, there were too many opportunities and too many methods, he was unable to defend against Fengxing Lang.
However, Feng Xinglang really felt the good efficacy of the bottle of Chinese herbal medicine: I felt that the blood in the whole body was warmed up, and my mental attitude was exceptionally good! And legs that have undergone corrective surgery are also energetic.
This caused the little girl Lin Xueluo to have been born and raised for more than four months, and she was able to endure the favor of someone over and over again; after excessive bleeding, Xiao Lin directly kicked someone out of the third floor master bedroom.
Energetic Feng Xinglang can only rely on fitness to soothe the excitement of these nourishing herbs.
After drinking the last bottle of herbs, Feng Xinglang was about to pick up his eldest son and go to Qibei Mountain City to let Cong Gang call himself ‘Grandpa’, but Hetun rarely rushed to his GK venture capital.
Such a situation is really rare! Because under normal circumstances, Hetun either called or asked his grandson to bring a message to Feng Xinglang.
"Alang, how is your leg recovery? Listen to Xing Shishi said that the Chinese medicine you drink works very well ..."
He Tun was rushing, not just to ask about his leg's recovery.
"It's okay," Feng Xing Lang Dan said with a raised eyebrow, "Why are you here? Really rare!"
"Alang, Dad wants to ask you a favor ..." Hetun said endlessly.
"Please help me?"
Feng Xinglang raised his eyebrows slightly. "In Shencheng, your Hetun has always been walking sideways ... what else needs my help?"
"I want to ask for an old Ando ..." Hetun finally said something.
"Old Ando?"
Feng Xinglang raised his eyebrows. "What's the old guy doing wrong again?" If Hetun didn't mention it, Feng Xinglang would have forgotten Ando.