Chapter 1325 - Cool, Pull, Pham!

　　The little guy's mood hadn't been very good recently, so his words were a bit noisy.

　　Actually, the little guy had always been this way. It was just that today was especially obvious.

　　Basong glanced at the little fellow in the midst of her arrogance, and handed over the phone in her hand.

　　"The phone number of the big caterpillar you long for!"

　　"Really?"

　　Sure enough, the little guy's limpid eyes instantly lit up. "Is it really a big caterpillar?"

　　"Big caterpillar, big caterpillar, is that you?" The little guy impatiently shouted into his phone.

　　"It's me. I'm back! " The voice on the other end of the phone was faint.

　　"What took you so long to answer the phone, Big Caterpillar? I've been worried about you for a long, long time! Are you hurt? Where are my foster father and the others? How are they? " The little guy asked a series of questions.

　　"We'll talk about it when we meet!"

　　But Cong Gang only responded with four words, and then he hung up.

　　This was how cool, cool, and cool Fan was!

　　"Basong, the big caterpillar said we'll talk after we meet."

　　The little fellow held onto the phone that was hung up, and looked up at Basong, who was much taller than him, in a daze.

　　"Then let's go meet up! A black Pa.s.sat is waiting for you at the back door. "

　　"Aren't you going to send me there?" The little fellow asked in doubt.

　　"That won't do! If your father can't see me, he'll miss me! "

　　Basong said with a cold humour. Maybe it was because he had followed Feng Xinglang for a long time, and Feng Xinglang had subtly changed into a humorous temperament.

　　"So we can't let my dad know?"

　　"Smart!"

　　Basong praised her generously.

　　He thought to himself: If he said goodbye to Grandpa Mo and Grandma An, they would definitely ask endlessly. Moreover, they might ask the driver, Xiao Hu, to follow him; but if he didn't greet them, Mommy and her daddy would worry about him after a while.

　　"How about this, I'll leave a note for my mother."

　　The little guy took out a pen from the pen holder, tore off a piece of white paper, and began to leave messages.

　　[Mommy, your son is going out to do some work.

　　"Basong, what do you think of the rough outline?" The little guy raised his head and asked.

　　Basong frowned, "... Use pinyin instead! "

　　"Basong, how are you! Such a big person doesn't even know how to write a rough outline! " The little guy disdained.