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"Xia Yihua! If you keep on talking nonsense, I\'ll slap you! "

Xia Zhengyang roared in rage, he raised his own palm high up, raised it a few times, and still could not bear to slap it down.

To actually give birth to such a thing, it was truly unbearable for him, Xia Zhengyang.

He couldn\'t raise a father!

There was no point in not teaching them, even if it was just a truck!

"If President Yan agrees, let\'s not bring it up yet. Like your father, I also don\'t agree."

This dinner was only starting, Feng Xinglang did not want it to end so early.

"Wh-Why?"

Seeing that Feng Xinglang did not agree, Xia Yihua felt uneasy.

"You are the son of my Uncle, if you really become the foster son of President Yan … This generation will be in chaos! "

was not the kind of person to mind relationships between generations. Otherwise, he would not allow his son Nuonuo to call him his foster father.

It was just that he felt that Yan Bang should have his own child, and not need anyone else to do it for him!

"This godson of his … I think we can accept it! "

Seeing that Feng Xinglang cared about seniority, Yan Bang purposely opened his mouth to say something.

With a "kang lang" sound, Feng Xinglang pushed the dining plate in front of him to the center of the table.

"Then this Feng will not disturb your family\'s meal! "Farewell!"

Feng Xinglang\'s anger came really fast.

As soon as he finished speaking, he got up and walked out of the room without looking back.

Yan Bang was obviously startled: It was as if he did not expect Feng Xinglang to say that he was angry, that he was angry! And it was so strange.

"Lang... Lang... What are you doing? Don\'t go! "What did I just say that I\'ve offended you?"

Yan Bang immediately got up and chased after him.

"Did you infuriate your cousin\'s husband? From now on, you\'re not going to speak carelessly anymore?! "Hurry up and come home with me!"

Of course, Xia Zhengyang would not miss this great opportunity to flee Yulong City with his son.

Then, he immediately dragged the confused Xia Yihua and walked out of the private room.

Just who was this cousin husband angry at?

Why did Yan Bang lower himself to chase after his cousin Feng Xinglang?

Is Yan Bang the boss, or is Cousin Feng Xinglang the boss?

In any case, no matter who was the boss, he was still better than this cowardly father that even his wife was afraid of!

In the car park, Yan Bang used his own body to cut off Feng Xinglang\'s path in the sportscar.

"Lang, even if you want this daddy to die, at least let this daddy die for you, okay? If you don\'t want me to take Xia Yihua as my godson, I will just accept him! What are you angry about? At most, I\'ll be your son, alright? "

"Scram!"

Feng Xinglang stepped on the throttle of the car and fiercely swung the steering wheel, throwing Yan Bang who was in front of the car away. Then, it whizzed away.

This kind of anger, even Feng Xinglang felt that it was a little strange.

How to put it, it might have something to do with the environment in which he grew up.

During this journey of protection, Yan Bang had paid far too much of a price for the Feng Brothers.

If Yan Bang lived too miserably and died too tragically, it would not be something Feng Xinglang wanted to see.

Just as Xueluo put down the information and was about to take a shower and rest her swollen head, her uncle Xia Zhengyang called him.

Even if he did not really want to answer it, Xueluo still accepted it.

"Uncle, it\'s so late. What\'s the matter?"

"Xueluo, is Xinglang home yet?"

"I don\'t think so..."

Xueluo peeked her head out of the window and glanced downwards, "It seems she just came back. Didn\'t you all eat together? "

"Just now, he was insensible and infuriated Xinglang. Please apologize to him on my behalf."

"Ah?" He angered Xinglang? What\'s going on? "

His own man had actually gotten angry at a seventeen year old little boy?

"Hai, don\'t mention it anymore! Every time I mention it, I want to beat it up to draw a bastard! Please apologize for your uncle and help me thank Xinglang as well. "

Xia Zhengyang had not even finished speaking when Xia Yihua\'s loud voice came out from the phone. Then the line went dead.

When Xueluo went downstairs, she saw the man eating the tomato and egg noodles that Nanny An had just made.

"Have you finished learning?"

The man looked up at Xueluo and wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Aren\'t you going to eat a big meal? How did you end up eating a big bowl of noodles from us commoners? "

Xueluo was pulled over by the man, and leaned on his strong legs.

"Hurry back to do your homework …" "You know that!"

"With such a perfect environment for two people, of course we have to \'make peace\'!"

"Young Meng me!" My uncle just called me, saying that you, a father, are angry with a 17 year old painting! Do you think you\'re petty? "

Xueluo took a small bite of the man\'s noodles.

Feng Xinglang lowered his eyes without batting an eyelid, and did not avoid his, "Xia Yihua took the initiative to be Yan Bang\'s foster son!"

"Ah?" What? Using a painting to be Yan Bang\'s foster son? Yan Bang is only around thirty to forty years old, right? Xia Yihua is already 17, isn\'t he a little big? "

Slightly paused, Xueluo retracted her surprised expression, "That\'s not right, with a painting, you want to be Yan Bang\'s foster son? What are you angry about?"

"The key problem is, Painting is my Uncle\'s son. If I become Yan Bang\'s foster son, wouldn\'t I have to call Yan Bang Uncle?"

"That\'s right... Then, then wouldn\'t I have to … I don\'t want to call him Uncle Yan Bang! "It\'s too scary!"

Xueluo caressed the man\'s black and healthy short hair, "So that\'s why you\'re angry?"

"Not all of them!"

Feng Xinglang sighed, "I just thought that he was an \'illegitimate child\'. Maybe it\'s because we have the same experiences, I originally wanted to help him, but he is a \'Ah Dou\' that cannot be helped! Furthermore, at such a young age, he was quite snobbish! After staying in the Yulong City for two to three days, you have enjoyed the luxury there! "

"No wonder he actively proposed to be Yan Bang\'s foster son! I reckon that my uncle is infuriated too! "

"Your uncle is suffering!"

"It\'s good that you know this!" Don\'t help him in the future! "

Without waiting for Feng Xinglang to finish eating all the noodles in the bowl, Feng Lixin walked over with his sleeping daughter Feng Tuantuan in his arms, panting hard.

"Big brother, why did you bring out the ball? Is Bundle sick? "

Xueluo immediately stepped forward to inspect the foreheads of the group.

"Wu Ji isn\'t sick, it\'s Youyou who is sick!"

Feng Lixin pushed her daughter into Xueluo\'s embrace, "Xueluo, I\'ll have to trouble you to keep an eye on these balls for me. When she gets up at night and doesn\'t see the adults, she\'ll cry! "

"I\'m going to the military general hospital."

Feng Lixin ran towards the Profound Entrance quickly, "Youyou was just sent to the hospital by an ambulance!"

"... Big brother, slow down. Be careful on the road. "

From start to finish, Feng Xinglang had been quietly eating his egg noodles.