Zhao Sanpang took a deep breath and was about to teach someone.
Mo Bei, who was standing beside him, said, "Get out of the car."
Zhao Sanpang: ...
"No." Zhao Sanpang grabbed Feng Yi with one hand: "Small facial paralysis is too much for your nephew whose eyes grow to the top of his head, right?"
Feng Yi raised his hand and glanced at the time. After all, he was a businessman, and he saw it clearly: "That's a boyfriend, what are you?"
"I, I..." Zhao Sanpang didn't kick up in one breath, and put his hands on his hips: "Okay, boyfriend, let's see how I can tear apart a couple."
Little Demon Bo was getting out of the car with his schoolbag in his hand. He glanced lightly at this scene and refused to comment.
Zhao Sanpang looked at it, and suddenly turned around: "What does he mean?"
Feng Yi pushed his glasses: "Probably, it means looking down on you."
Zhao Sanpang: ...
"Little devil, stop for me!"
Qin Wei'an didn't turn his head back. He walked in front of Mo Bei, raised his face, and looked innocent: "Sister Bei, I just sat for too long, and my legs are a little numb."
"Numb legs?" Mo Bei stopped.
Little Devil Bo nodded vigorously, he is cool and cute.
Anyone who sees him like this will be too cute, let alone Mo Bei who always loves him.
Zhao Sanpang, who came over to see this scene, opened his mouth again and again, raised his thumb up silently, and sighed to Feng Yi: "Absolutely, as expected of Qin Xinji's son."
Feng Yi didn't speak, he was full of business atmosphere.
Mo Bei put down his backpack and was about to bend down to pick up the little man.
Standing by the side, Feng Nai squinted his long and narrow peach eyes, and stretched out his hand unexpectedly, blocking Mo Bei's movement.
Mo Bei raised his eyebrows.
Little Devil Bo also raised his eyebrows.
Feng Nai smiled, with bright eyes and bright teeth: "You just finished the operation, and holding the baby will affect your recovery, so I'll come."
Hearing this, Little Devil Bo's pupils narrowed into a line.
Feng Nai's smile grew stronger, and he was about to bend down.
Little Demon Bo stopped his hand, polite but polite, but his tone: "Don't bother Uncle Feng, I can do it myself."
It's called Sister Mo Bei, Uncle Feng Nai, the difference is there, and everyone present knows it well.
Feng Nai's voice was slow: "Don't force yourself if you have short legs."
He didn't want to hug the brat.
But he knew exactly what this kid was thinking.
Because of his short legs, Little Devil Bo completely accepted his harmless child appearance, and he was about to have a fit.
Mo Bei raised his hand, picked him up, and put him in Feng Nai's arms.
All of a sudden, both the one holding the person and the one being hugged froze in place at the same time.
One big and one small, all have cleanliness, just look at each other face to face.
Apart from Feng Lin, Feng Nai had never hugged another child, so the expression on his handsome face can be imagined.
He wished there was a window where he could throw this young master Qin out.
The little devil Bo is disgusted to the extreme and wants to push people away.
Mo Bei patted him on the back: "Be obedient."
Then, he patted Feng Nai again: "Take care of him, it's a big place, and the language barrier makes it easy to get lost."
Yu Luo didn't care about these two anymore, and walked straight to the front with two schoolbags, one big and one small.
Little Devil: …
Feng Nai: ... I want to let go, but I can't let go!
Zhao Sanpang could see the expressions of these two scourges, and he staggered with a smile: "Hahahaha, there is still a solution for the little facial paralysis, I said, king, you have to hold the little devil well, if you bump into it Oh, the little facial paralysis must be distressing! Hahahaha!"
(end of this chapter)