Chapter 1573 - Father and Son Intimacy

It didn't matter if he was alive or dead, he must have a good time tonight!

Even if Feng Xinglang did encounter any mishaps, it would be able to give his wife and children a bright and healthy future.

Presumably, his wife who was giving birth to a new life was even more impatient to end her days of hiding! She, her son Nuonuo, and the new life in her stomach all needed a peaceful, sunny environment to live in!

Therefore, Feng Xinglang wanted to create an opportunity that would benefit him and make it easier for Celeste's men to take action.

"President Yan, accompany Mr. Miyamoto to sing a little song first! Fifteen was tired, so I walked him back to his room to rest.

Perhaps this was the reason why Feng Xinglang liked Xing s.h.i.+wu. He was only nine years old, but he could see his surroundings clearly and was quite quick-witted. Moreover, the father and son duo had a very good teamwork.

Miyamoto Wentuo immediately stood up to send her off. To be able to have the chance to be with Yan Bang alone, Miyamoto Wentuo naturally wished for it greatly.

"Yulong City has a lot of steps, it's inconvenient for you to carry your child, I'll send you off!"

Of course, Yan Bang did not want to sing any small songs with Miyamoto Wentuo, the short wintermelon; even if it was just sending him back to his room to rest, Yan Bang would be happy to do it.

"There's no need to trouble the President Yan. We will go back ourselves!"

"Goodbye Uncle Yan! Goodbye, Uncle Miyamoto! "

The little guy was rather helpful: As he yawned to the sky, he waved his hands to bid farewell to Yan Bang and Miyamoto Wentuo.

"See you!" Miyamoto then waved his hands at the little fellow.

"President Yan, I'll have to trouble you to entertain Mr. Miyamoto properly! He is a respected customer of our GK Venture Capital! "

Feng Xinglang then carried Xing s.h.i.+wu and quickly left. Yan Bang did not follow him.

"Baotou, send Second Elder off!"

"Alright!" Baotou followed along.

At the end of the corridor, Feng Xinglang stopped Baotou who was following him.

"Baotou, you stay behind and watch that Miyamoto! I heard that guy was a little abnormal … When he insisted on coming to Yulong City to see Yan Bang today, I felt that something was off! It's better if you stay outside and watch! Beware that he will use some underhanded means. "

"Then I'll go back and watch! Second Master, you have to be careful! "

Overall, Baotou was still rather easy to coax. For Feng Xinglang to be able to coax him dozens of times a day, he did not have his words seen through.

After they parted ways with Baotou, Feng Xinglang and his son continued to walk back to their room.

"Daddy, are you tired? I'll come down and walk by myself. " The little guy was so considerate that he wanted to walk on his own.

"Not tired!" Daddy likes to carry you like this! "

Feng Xinglang kissed the little guy's forehead. Not only for the sake of acting, but also for expressing some true feelings.

The Yulong City was in a state of intoxication at night.

The living area is far from being as glorious as the foreign business area. The deeper they went, the quieter it became. Even the lights had dimmed.

Although the little guy was crawling on Feng Xinglang's shoulder, his eyes were exceptionally sharp.

"Fifteen, are you afraid?" Feng Xinglang asked in a low voice.

"No!" The little guy held Feng Xinglang's neck tighter, "Father, do you think that this will be the last time we hug?"

Feng Xinglang's heart ached, "That won't happen! Since the heavens have arranged this relations.h.i.+p between us, father and son, then we will definitely treat you well! "

"Father... Daddy. "Father!"

Along the way, Xing s.h.i.+wu would occasionally call out lightly or loudly, but occasionally, he would also call out to Feng Xinglang softly. He was never tired of it.

"My good son... My good son... "Good son!"

If little friend Feng Linnuo were to see this scene, his little universe would probably explode again.

He was actually playing with a wild child so happily? His biological father, Feng Xinglang simply did not put his son in his heart!

Suddenly, the little guy hugged Feng Xinglang's neck and whispered anxiously, "Daddy, there seems to be someone on your left! There are others behind us too! "

"Good girl, you're not afraid! "With dad around, I won't let them hurt you!" Feng Xinglang lightly patted the little guy's back.

It had to be said that the little guy had a keen sense of smell for his surroundings. Because even Feng Xinglang at that time did not feel that someone was approaching him.

Xing s.h.i.+wu was not afraid. This was because he had been beaten quite a few times during the collective training at the manor. On the contrary, he was rather worried for his father, Feng Xinglang.

"If you're not even afraid, then Dad is even less afraid!"

To be honest, Feng Xinglang couldn't help but feel guilty for letting a child who was only nine years old die in place of his own son.

In these past few days, he had been doing his best to treat Xing s.h.i.+wu well.

In that moment, Feng Xinglang felt a black shadow flying towards him from his left …

Just as Feng Xinglang turned to look, a powder like substance sprinkled all over his and Xing s.h.i.+wu's face.

"Who is it?" Feng Xinglang roared.

After sucking in quite a number of fine powder like particles, he felt as if his head was starting to spin nonstop. He tried his best to hold Xing s.h.i.+wu tightly in his arms, but he was still powerless and collapsed to the ground.

Because it was lying in the pit of Feng Xinglang's right shoulder, the little guy did not smell much fine particles. He reflexively held his breath and waited for the powder to be scattered all over the place before he carefully changed his breathing.

When the car with the special garbage was pushed out of the living area and into the parking lot, it would be almost done.

The one shouting was Yan Bang.

He was really not interested in singing with a short wintermelon or anything. After Baotou brought a group of young masters and princesses from Yulong City to accompany him, he found an excuse to leave.