Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me Chapter 1400

Who is the Third Party?
Bai Mo was beaten up by Gentleman Bai using his walking stick.
Coincidentally, Bai Mo also didn't want to stay; so he was smoothly beaten out by the old man!
Yuan Duoduo stood there in a daze.
I actually have that kind of crush on Shui Qiannong! Not only was she beautiful, but she was also very gentle! could be said to treat Doudou and Yaya as though they were his own! Such a good woman, of course I, Bai Mo, will cherish her more! "
Bai Mo's words were like a sharp sword that pierced the heart, causing thousands of holes to appear on Yuan Duoduo's heart!
Yuan Duoduo wanted to cry, but he couldn't!
She was really worried about what she feared the most, but the heavens just gave her what she feared the most.
Bai Mo fell in love with the gentle and beautiful Shui Qiannong … And Shui Qiannong treated Doudou and Yaya as if they were his own;
What a perfect pair of lovers!
Only now did Yuan Duoduo realize that he had really become that unnecessary third party!
"Duo Duo, don't be sad, that Bai Mo brat is vomiting! If he dares to have second thoughts, Grandpa will break his legs! "
Even if he broke his legs, what use would it be? His heart was no more!At this moment, Yuan Duoduo started to suspect: Did Bai Mo find his true love? ?
"Duo Duo, I know you are worried for Doudou, so let's eat dinner first. I will accompany you to the vacation villa to see them in a while!"
Gentleman Bai lightly patted Yuan Duoduo's shoulder, and sighed with a tinge of sadness.
"There's no need to check it out..."Yuan Duoduo laughed bitterly, "With Shui Qiannong here, I will definitely take good care of Doudou!"
That night, Yuan Duoduo basically did not sleep at all. She had thought of many things, for her two daughters, and for herself.
… ….
Xing Er and his son also participated in his funeral.Feng Xinglang didn't have too much of an impression of Xing Er, so it was impossible to say whether it was his evaluation or his hate. He only participated in Xing Er's funeral because he wanted to accompany his son, Feng Linnuo, and also because of what Xing Er had said before he passed away.
Hetun stayed in front of Xing Er's coffin for a long time in silence. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he felt that the figure of his back, which had lost an arm, was exceptionally old and frail.
Xing Ba, who was barely able to hold on, swayed his body swiftly. Xing Shisi stepped forward and supported him.
"Fourteen, take Xing Ba back to rest first."
The one who spoke was Feng Xinglang; his words were already useful among the Hetun. Especially the foster son that he was familiar with.
"I'm fine..."
Xing Ba waved his hand and still decided to stay behind to send Xing Er off on his final journey."Enough, stop holding on!" 14, send Ol 'Eight back. "
Xing Ba looked at the back of the Hetun who was in silent mourning, and in the end, agreed to Feng Xinglang's arrangements.
Aside from Xing Wu, Xing Ba, Xing Shi'er, and the other foster son from Hetun, as well as Xing Shisi, who were a stage too late, there were also a few raw eyes. Among them, Xing Eleven was not that unfamiliar, but it was the first time Feng Xinglang had seen the other three people by his side. And amongst them, there was one person about the same age as Xing Er …
This man should not be Hetun of Hetun; however, he was still as respectful to Hetun, and from the looks of it, his position was not higher than Xing Er. Who could it be? One of Xing Er's subordinates?!
Actually, Feng Xinglang also came to's funeral with a certain purpose in mind.
He really wanted to see: just how many foster son s were still left!Linnuo's little friend was exceptionally quiet today. She obediently leaned on her father Feng Xinglang's side, and quietly watched foster father Hetun who was in silent mourning.
The Hetun silently mourned. Of course, all the foster son s would accompany him in silent mourning.
Feng Xinglang did not have anything to mourn for, so he looked at the people participating in the funeral a few more times.
Suddenly, when Feng Xinglang inadvertently turned his head back, he discovered that other than them who were surrounding Xing Er's coffin, there was another group of black-clothed men standing ten meters away.If Feng Xinglang could discover them, the Hetun could even more so. In other words, the foster son s of the Hetun had not made any movements, which meant that this group of people should be very familiar with each other.
Hetun stayed silent for a full ten minutes. Time seemed to go silent with him.Then, without waiting for the coffin to be buried, he turned around and walked towards Young Fifteen.
"Fifteen, are you tired? "Come, godfather will carry you back!"
Hetun bent over and used one arm to lift the little fellow up from the ground."Foster father, isn't fifteen tired …."
The little guy turned around and looked at the coffin that was slowly falling down, "Second brother hasn't been buried yet … I want to wait a little longer. "
"There's no need to wait!" It's windy here, so if I catch a cold at fifteen, it'll hurt my foster father's heart! "
Hetun hugged the little fellow and left without looking back. Xing Shi'er followed suit.Since the Hetun and his son had already left, there was no need for Feng Xinglang to stay. He and Xing Er had only met each other a few times. To be able to attend his funeral was already a benevolent act.
After some time, the Hetun slowed down. It should be waiting for Feng Xinglang behind him.
"Ah Lang, the flight path has been applied for. You can board the private plane and head back to Shen City tomorrow."
Feng Xinglang did not reply Hetun. He had come to the Pater Castle not for his sake. and thus, he was not in the mood to receive the Hetun's concern, which made it seem like they were very familiar with each other.
"Fifteen, when you go back, you have to listen to your mother's words. Study hard and be a knowledgeable person!"
Seeing that his own son did not pay attention to him, Hetun held his grandson's hand and continued to nag him.
"Godfather, you're so annoying!" The little guy pursed his lips, "It's better if you think about how to grow your arm!"Pausing slightly, the little guy let out a long sigh, "If foster father's arm could be like the small gecko's tail, it would grow back after breaking … That's good! Fifteen doesn't have to worry about how you eat, how you dress, how you put on your pants... And shoelaces! "
Although the little guy was small, he had to worry about a lot!"Don't worry, godfather has many servants!" Hetun kissed the little fellow's cheeks.
"Then what about foster father pulling his stinky ass? Do you also need the help of Old Tweleve and the others? ""..." This topic was quite interesting.
"If you want to be fifteen, you really can't be at ease with your foster father's words … Then take fifteen home and take care of it! "How about it?"
Hetun was teasing the little fellow intentionally.The little guy was startled for a moment, and then replied in a clever manner, "Foster father, Fifteen would think it would be better if you stayed in the Pater Castle to recuperate from injuries! The place was huge, the scenery was beautiful, there were many servants waiting on them, and the chef was very good at cooking … It's a hundred times better than the small and noisy Feng Family anyway! "
"Is it really that good? Is fifteen happy to stay and live with your godfather? " The Hetun asked.