Dingxiang sat straight with her waist and replied.

"good.

Can you arrive within three minutes?

Or I'll drive it."

Lin Feng kept looking at the watch, afraid that Fang Qiong would not be happy after it was late.

Dingxiang looked at Lin Feng from the reflector.

It is rare for this military commander who has no blinking eyes when facing millions of enemy soldiers to be so anxious about an ordinary woman.

"Ship Lin, then, I'll do it."

Dingxiang said.

Lin Feng nodded: "Come on, just."

Lin Feng looked at Dingxiang frowning from the reflector, and then asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Have you recovered from a high fever?"

Dingliu asked with concern.

"It's been a long time. You don't know my physique yet?"

Lin Feng patted his chest.

Dingxiang then felt relieved to increase the accelerator.

The car suddenly moved quickly.

Didi, among many vehicles, is as agile as a loach and ease.

"Haha, Dingxiang, your driving skills have improved."

Lin Feng boasted.

After hearing this, Dingxiang smiled brightly and her pink face turned red.

"Thank you Lin Shuai for the commendation."

Dingliu's face was red.

When I heard Lin Shuai’s praise, it was like eating popsicles in June, so I felt so comfortable.

When he returned to Fang's house, Tiantian was practicing writing.

But as soon as he saw Lin Feng, he threw the pen and ran over: "Dad! Where is my Coke chicken wings?"

"Now! Dad will make a good baby."

Lin Feng shook in front of Tiantian with the purchased chicken wings and seasonings in his hand.

Fang Qiong sat on the sofa, looked at the few erratic words written by Tiantian, and said, "Oh, baby, come and teach you this word."

Tiantian’s name is 5 years old, but in fact she is only 4 and a half years old.

It would be nice to be able to write it out. The child is too young and his hands and brain are particularly poor in coordination.

The child's hand did not hold the door.

Fang Qiong held Tiantian's little hand and taught her to write: "Mom, Mom"                                                                                                                    

Tiantian screamed.

It was because Fang Qiong taught her to write the word "mother" and the child said the word "dad".

"Hey! Come on! Baby, what's the matter with calling dad?"

Lin Feng ran in with a loving look on his face.

"fine."

Sweet and bulging mouth.

"Okay, I'll cook for you."

Lin Feng patiently ran to the kitchen to work hard again.

Fang Qiong looked at Lin Feng's back and wondered: This man is indeed good to be patient.

The child was not his, he was on call and was not angry at all.

Always smiling and having a bad temper.

Only Lin Feng himself knows that this child belongs to him! It’s been five years! How much should I think if I haven’t seen the child and the mother in five years?

When the child called him dad, Lin Feng's heart was transformed.

"Eat for dinner!"

Lin Feng made two meat and one vegetable, and another soup: staple food: pumpkin cake, red dates, lotus seeds, millet porridge, and three black eggs.

Two meat: pea shrimp, braised abalone, cola chicken wings, pumpkin rib soup.

There is also a small butterfly chopped pepper.
Chapter completed!