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　　Chapter 693: Wounds After Happiness

　　"What's more, this daddy here is not small, it's you who are blind!"

　　Feng Xinglang gave Yan Bang a cold glare, and wrapped a large towel around his waist to hide the reason he was so proud of.

　　Feng Xinglang was not a Martian, but he knew a bit of things.

　　As far as he was concerned, as long as he could grasp a single step, everything would be under his control. He couldn't just choke and waste food.

　　"President Yan, please personally deliver my son, thank you!"

　　Feng Xinglang heard the childish cheers of his son coming from the outer room.

　　Yan Bang then retracted his gaze and moved it onto Feng Xinglang's handsome and clear face.

　　"Feng Xinglang, if this daddy really does deal with you … Will you fight with your life on the line with laozi? " Yan Bang asked.

　　"You won't! Because you know: there are some pools of lightning that are more difficult to deal with! It's like you'll never be able to do anything to your mother! "

　　Feng Xinglang's reply was light and indifferent, but it was extremely sharp.

　　"f.u.c.k, what a.n.a.logy is that?" It has nothing to do with my mom! "

　　When Feng Xinglang pa.s.sed by, Yan Bang intentionally or unintentionally touched Feng Xinglang's left chest, "I heard that Bai Mo that kid went out of prison, and decided to gather tonight?"

　　"I'm not free!" I have to serve my wife and children! "

　　Feng Xinglang walked past Yan Bang and glanced at him coldly.

　　In the room, mother and son were still tightly hugging. Xueluo was whispering something to his son. The little guy seemed to be in low spirits, like an octopus, as he tightly wrapped his arms around Mommy's neck.

　　"What's wrong, baby? Come over here and let me give you a hug."

　　Feng Xinglang walked closer and tried to get close to his son, but the little thing tilted its head to the side, not willing to get close to his b.a.s.t.a.r.d father.

　　"Yan Bang, what did you do to my son?"

　　Sometimes, Feng Xinglang's sin of wanting to add insult to injury could catch others off guard.

　　"What else can we do? Beat up your own son!"

　　Yan Bang was one of those who climbed up the stairs. He would not let go of any opportunity to communicate with Feng Xinglang. Even if such an opportunity was based on the fact that he had been misinterpreted.

　　"F * ck your mother!"