Lin Fengling knew it was over.

The younger father calls himself father to stop him from missing him and to remind him that their identities are different and they cannot be together!

Lin Fengling's heart was as sharp as a knife as he listened to Feng Song and continued to educate him.

"Dad is not an old feudalist. I respect any relationship very much, and I respect free love in all senses even more. Although the other party is a bit older, as long as you are happy, I support it."

Lin Fengling was overjoyed for a moment.

Then disaster struck.

Feng Song handed him the walkie-talkie, "Go and tell him clearly that dad supports your love!"

Lin Fengling:...?

Feng Song saw that Lin Fengling was so overwhelmed by the surprise that he turned into a silly goose.

She understands, she understands everything.

After all, it’s not that there are no parents as enlightened as her in this era, it’s almost unheard of.

The old man's impatient urging came over the intercom.

"Are you okay?! Are you ignoring people on purpose?!"

Feng Song lovingly picked up the walkie-talkie, "Don't worry, kid, I'm enlightening him. I support you. You don't have to worry about worldly pressure. As long as you have faith, you can definitely create a better tomorrow!"

On the opposite side of the walkie-talkie, Taoist priest Famu held the walkie-talkie and suspected that he was hallucinating.

What?

child?

A man whose voice does not sound more than twenty calls him a child and tells him not to worry about worldly pressures. What the hell!

"Who is making such a big show?! Are you feeding me chicken soup? You don't know that I have raised chickens in the Taoist temple for ten years?! Wait, this voice sounds familiar!

Priest Famu stared at the intercom, raised his head and looked blankly at the security guard.

The security guard gave him a standard smile showing eight teeth.

Taoist Master Famu was in a very complicated mood, "That voice just now, was that fake Taoist priest named Feng Song?"

The security guard showed a standard smile, "so

y,the

umbe

youdialedistu

edoff."

Master Famu didn't say anything. He knew that the Lin family was rich and even the security guards were very fashionable and could speak English, so he responded in classical Chinese.

"You don't talk about strange powers and chaotic gods, you don't talk about abc. Summer insects can't talk about ice, you are not a fish, how can you know the joy of a fish?"

The security guard was silent, what is this?

This is not a set thing, okay.

Feng Song's voice came from the other side of the phone, "You are not me, how do you know that I don't know the joy of fish?"

The security guard calmed down after hearing Feng Song's voice, "Master Feng Song, um, master, um... This master has literary talent, so I'll take it up."

Master Famu raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

He is a Taoist priest but he has not learned ancient Chinese well and is slapped in the face every day, but so what, he cannot lose to a junior!

"You are not me, how do you know that I don't know you and don't know the joy of fish?"

security guard:……

666, awesome, if you are so awesome, you will be dragged to the chicken.

Feng Song was shocked when he heard Taoist Master Famu's words——

This is an opponent.

So Feng Song immediately replied.

"You are not me, how do you know that I don't know that you don't know that I don't know the joy of fish?"

Master Famu asked rhetorically.

"You are not me, how do you know that I don't know you and I don't know you and I don't know you and I don't know the joy of fish?"

Feng Song asked again and again.

"You are not me, how do you know that I don't know that you don't know that I don't know that you don't know that I don't know the joy of fish?"

Master Famu asked again and again.

"You are not me, how do you know that I don't know you, I don't know you, I don't know you, I don't know you, you don't know the joy of fish?"

Feng Song continued to ask questions and questions again and again.

"You are not me, I know——"

"Little daddy, I and him are innocent!"

Before she could finish speaking, Lin Fengling interrupted the fight between the two Taoist priests and interrupted with a forceful voice. Hearing this voice, Taoist priest Famu breathed a sigh of relief.

This guy is so good at talking, but his mouth is tired.

Lin Fengling snatched the walkie-talkie from Feng Song's hand. His standard love brain took a long time to finally understand what his father had misunderstood!

"Stop talking to him!"

Feng Song suspected that Lin Fengling was jealous, but later thought that her father-in-law wanted to keep a distance from his daughter-in-law, and she did it a little inappropriately.

Feng Song expresses understanding.

"I'm sorry, I really shouldn't have said it. I should have let you say -"

"What...? No, you mistakenly..."

"Go ahead and explain everything clearly. Although my father is not very old, he has read a lot of books. What about the overbearing CEO's little wife, the overbearing prince's little wife, what kind of overbearing - it doesn't matter. Anyway, I don't like this kind of lines.

Very familiar."

Feng Song's "I understand, I support" expression made Lin Fengling feel like he was being messed up in the wind. His warmth was not feeding the dog, but the dog's blood was splashed all over him.

……this……

Let's splash the blood a little more harshly!

He finally knows what books his little dad likes to read!

One step closer to baby daddy!

At this time, it is estimated that Feng Song will dig up the ancestral grave of Lin Fengling's family, and Lin Fengling will be happy to think that it is the head of the family.

In the excitement, Lin Fengling felt the pain on the back of her hand where her little dad had bitten her again.

This...is probably the punishment for his forbidden love...

In this case, pain is also sweet, so just hurt him to death.

Lin Fengling was depressed and excited for a while, excited and depressed again, as if he was suffering from bipolar disorder. It would be a pity for the Chinese nation to change its attitude and not invite him to perform.

Feng Song thought about it again, thinking about Lin Fengling's physical weakness, and felt that it was normal for him to have some problems in his heart. At this time, he would have to show the greatness of his father's love——

What should I do if my child is sick?

Just give it a good beating...

Just as Feng Song was about to continue explaining something, her phone rang.

Feng Song didn't bother to answer the phone at all. She found that the city was full of tricks. After she came to the city, people lied to her every day. Some said they would make her rich overnight, some said they would make her a star, and some said they would give her money.

Do you think she is stupid?

How could a pie fall from the sky? What falls from the sky is never money, but the master's iron fist.

She has blocked these numbers, but she must answer this number.

Feng Song waved to Lin Fengling and told Lin Fengling to continue dating and not to pay attention to her. She followed the big carrot and walked out of the restaurant to answer the phone.

"Hey, Master."

"By the way, dick, the back of your hand is burned, please put some toothpaste on it!"

Lin Fengling looked down and saw that there was a big blister next to the finger that he had always thought was "sweet and painful" in close contact with his little dad.

It turns out that this is where he felt the pain——

Is this God letting him understand that this love does not hurt, but is full of sweetness?

Feng Song found that as soon as she spoke, Lin Fengling started to go crazy again, and the symptoms were getting more and more serious. It was estimated that even a beating would not cure her, and she would have to be sent to the hospital——

"Feng Song! Did you listen to my teacher's speech?!"

The energetic voice of Feng Song's master, Taoist Master Xuan Ling, came from the microphone. Feng Song scratched his hair, lazily walked to the restaurant, found a chair and sat down.
To be continued...