The roast duck in the bag hit the late head.

It was unguarded, and if it was fortified early, the roast duck could not be near him.

He froze for a moment, then reached out and picked up the greasy roast duck that had fallen between his legs.He stared at the roast duck for a moment, and looked up at Fang Yusheng for a moment, then looked at Lisa, smiled and said, "Are you sure he is my seed?"

If it is his species, it must be a variant.

Lisa nodded awkwardly, "Yes."

Again from Liza's mouth to get a positive answer, the slow look of light is a little difficult to say.

He looked at the child again, the child was still angry, his face was a little ugly, his body was soaring, like a fire-breathing baby that could spit fire at any time.

Take a deep breath and tell yourself: your own seed must endure!

When he was late, Fang Yusheng also looked at him carefully.

Fang Yusheng did not like Fang Ping is one thing, but suddenly jumped out a person told him that his father, who had been shouting for more than 30 years, was not his own father.And the person who is going to draw his blood for paternity testing is his father!

Fang Yusheng was angry and surprised.

The 33-year-old man, strong and old, in front of his father, he will always be a child.

At this point, the older child was injured.

"Lisa, I'll give you a minute, take your baboons, and leave my house."Fang Yusheng's cold voice fell into Liza's ears, and Lisa's throat was tight, and her breathing was difficult.No one knows her son’s heart better than her.

She swore that if she moved slowly and had not left for more than a minute, Fang Yusheng might have taken the pan to catch up.

Liza stood up, pulled the light, and said, "Thin light, let's leave first, another day."

The light sat on the sofa and did not move, an old god was there.

Lisa's head was big, and she looked at Joey.

Joe stood next to Fang Yusheng, like a hen of a pup, who was opening a pair of small wings to protect Fang Yusheng behind him.Receiving Lisa's attention for help, Qiao Weixi was not happy in her heart, but she understood that it was important to send Lisa and the light of late light first at this moment.

She had to set her eyes on the late light.

The light was also looking at her, eyes indifferent, but if he studied carefully, he could see the chagrin in his eyes.

In fact, after saying that he wanted to draw the blood, he regretted it.

Joe said, “Sir, please leave first.”If what you say is true, then in a little while we'll call you."

The late-light lips choked, as if trying to explain something.

Joe's face sank, and his voice became cold and hard, "Mr. Late, please leave."These seven words are full of the meaning of the guests.

The eyes were slow, and the heart weighed little, so he stood up and walked with Lisa to the door.When he walked over to Fang Yusheng, the slow light slowed down, he hesitated, or whispered to Fang Yusheng, "I... I'm sorry, I can't talk much, don't be angry."

With that, he did not dare to look at Fang Yusheng's face, and with Lisa, he strode down to the door.Before leaving, Lisa put a note in Joe's hand, and opened it to a phone number.

When they heard their footsteps, they relaxed their backs.

He shrugged his head, looking at the ground, his eyes flickering.

Joe sat on the arm of the sofa and put Fang Yusheng in his arms.

She also wanted to comfort him, but she did not know what to say, so she silently hugged him and accompanied him.

Fang Yusheng finally came back from that shock.

His head rubbed in Joe’s belly, and the brown hair looked docile.

He looked up at Joey, his eyes innocent and fragile.“I... I am the wild.”He was in a bit of pain, saying, "Fang Mu is his own son, I am not."

Joey 玖笙愣“Jin...”

"No wonder he didn't like me when he was a child, he must have seen it long ago."No wonder, knowing that Fang Muxin was fierce, he was still willing to give the company to Fang Mu, which turned out to be so...” Fang Yusheng smiled a little red, and he said to himself, “When I first saw Fang Mu when I saw Fang Mu at the age of 14, I especially hated him.”I think he’s an asshole, a bad thing.But I don't know, I'm a wild bastard, and I can't get on the table than this bastard than he..."

“He’s good or his kind...”

Fang Yusheng was a person who rarely cried, but at this moment, the 33-year-old big boy, holding Qiao Weixi, hid his head in her arms, gently trembling his shoulders.

Joey was particularly upset in his heart, with pain.

She can only say to Yu Sheng again and again, "You are not a wild seed, even if you are not a child of Fang Ping, then you are Lisa's treasure."If so many people love you, how can you be a wild species?”

The sound of Fang Yu’s urn came from the bosom of Qiao Xingxi, who said, “I am the treasure in her hand, she pretends to be dead for more than ten years, if she really has my son, who will not come to see me?”Being blind, being chased, married, and...

There was so much going on around him that she never showed up.

Where is he in her hand!

Qiao Weixi did not know what to say, thinking that Fang Yusheng these years, alone, experienced so much, and his mother was still alive but did not want to appear, and his eyes actually began to red.

Aunt Jin stood stupidly under the door frame between the hall and the back courtyard, and her heart was also a little uncomfortable.The two little guys stood in front of the window next to the TV and looked at the parents on the couch, who were holding each other, and there was no smile on their faces.

They are still small, although they are still very ignorant, but the father's sad, Fang Zixi still feel.It is the way, the look is light, some do not understand why Dad cry.

The hand of the tugs took the tranche.

“Why?”He asked him softly, and he didn’t understand why he lowered his voice.

Fang Zikai said, "At this time, we should give Dad a hug of love."

However, for the cold feelings, can not understand the way of feelings, but do not understand why to give Dad love the bag.

Fang Zikai said, "We fell and cried, will Dad not hold us?"Dad must be crying now, it must be painful, and we should hug him."He took his brother’s hand and walked over to the sofa.

They are too small to reach the waist.

So, Fangzi retreated and hugged Fang Yusheng's left leg.

Fangzi looked at him, and Fangzi kicked his leg with his foot and said, "Hold your right leg."

He hesitated, or he hugged his father’s right leg without expression.