Everyone knew about Feng Song's "Tong Zi Kung" practice, and many people stayed awake all night.

Lin Fengling was lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling, "My little dad practices boy's Kung Fu, my little dad practices boy's Kung Fu, my little dad is a boy, my little dad is a boy... Oh my God, then I like my little dad, isn't that - copper smelting?"

"If I smelt copper, then I am a pervert. I am a pervert... I love my little dad pervertly. Oh, my little dad practices boy kung fu. Do I want to learn it with my little dad? Then -"

"Become a pervert who practices boy kung fu?"

"No matter what, as long as little dad doesn't dislike me!"

Lin Qi leaned on the rocking chair and searched for "Tong Zi Kung" on his mobile phone, "Is this thing real? Feng Song is a Taoist priest, maybe it is real. Then they will never be close to women in their lives?"

"It's okay if you don't get close to your daughter, but how can you get close to a man?"

Lin Qi opened the incognito browser and quietly entered the questions he was curious about. As a result, he got a lot of information that seemed to be related to him but also seemed to have nothing to do with him.

——"Abstinence is very important for men - a way to control sexual desire and restore vitality with Tongzi Kung Fu."

——"Secret Boy's Kung Fu (jie/yi)

, nourishing the kidneys) treating leftovers/ji

gMorning/xie…”

——"The old Chinese medicine doctor recommends Tongzi Kung Fu, which can relieve sexual fatigue."

Lin Qi:......

This boy's skill seems to be something extraordinary now, otherwise, why should he practice it?

Lin Qinyi stood quietly by the window in the house. There were no lights in the house. There was no moon outside the window and only a few stars dotted it. He looked at the lights in the courtyard with a faraway look.

Not going out or basking in the sun for a long time, Lin Qinyi's face became paler and paler, as pale as a vampire, and his lips looked even redder because of this.

He is like a vampire living in an old castle. When he has nothing to do -

Just paint a portrait of Feng Song.

"It would be nice if... I could put him in the frame..."

Lin Qinyi raised his hand and touched the window in front of him. The frame of the window was like a picture frame, and the world outside the window was a picture inside the picture frame. He lived in a house and could not distinguish between reality and illusion.

Lin Miaomiao was lying on the bed, holding a facial mask and playing games. When turning on the mic and outputting passionately, she couldn't help but think of Feng Song sitting on the ground. I have to say that Feng Song often looks like a handsome and naughty girl...

If Feng Song has nothing to do with her mother, should Feng Song leave the Lin family after all this?

It would be so pointless to leave.

With Feng Song here, their house became more lively, and her brothers also became more perverted, and it seemed that they were not only perverted, but also bent.

He is both good-looking and good at living. It would be better if this kind of person doesn't go out to cause harm. If he is released one day and everyone knows about it, he still doesn't know how much he will be bent.

"The human wrench."

Lin Miaomiao talked to himself.

The tearful voice of her teammate came from the phone, "Sister, what's the wrench? Why do you want to fight against the opponent's warriors when you're just playing Lu Ban? Lu Ban doesn't have a wrench in his hand!"

In Lin Yaoyan's room, Lin Yaoyan did not practice martial arts for the first time. He sat on a chair and stared blankly at his palms. There was still a tingling feeling in his palms.

It was as if there was a tendon in the palm of my hand that was connected to the bottom of my heart, and my heart was numb.

This feeling had never happened before, and Lin Yaoyan was at a loss.

He didn't know what kind of magical power the master had that made him feel this strange feeling. It even made him sit here for two hours. His mind was in chaos and he didn't know what he was thinking. He didn't want to go to practice martial arts.

Lifting iron——

I just want to sit like this, just sit like this and feel the remaining warmth in my hands.

Lin Yaoyan pursed her thin lips and stared at the palm of her hand, trying to see what was different here from before, but what difference could he see? The difference was in his heart.

…

Ever since the Lin family rejected Feng Song's request to call him "Dad", Feng Song's behavior has been no different from before. While teaching physical education in Lin Miaomiao and Lin Yaoyan's school, "ravaging" the students, eating, drinking, and walking around with reporters.

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She did not leave the Lin family, nor did she continue to do anything, which made everyone in the Lin family breathe a sigh of relief.

They didn't want to call Feng Song daddy, but they also didn't want Feng Song to leave their home.

They thought Feng Song had finally given up on the idea of ​​calling them daddy. After all, who at a young age doesn't want to be a pampered baby, but wants to be a dad every day?

Everyone in the Lin family was right. Feng Song temporarily gave up on the idea of ​​calling them "Dad" because——

She plans to have more children.

At 7 o'clock in the evening, Feng Song walked out of school after get off work. There was already a big car waiting for her at the door. When she saw Feng Song coming out, the big car's horn sounded, and then the car door opened, and there was a dressed-up man who had met Feng Song once. The anchor in big pants walked over with long strides.

Before even approaching Feng Song, the anchor Brother Feng, who was wearing big pants, reached out his hand in advance.

"Nice to meet you, hello, thank you, thank you."

Brother Feng didn't expect happiness to come so suddenly. When he knew about Feng Song's relationship with the Lin family and almost gave up on trying to win over Feng Song, Feng Song replied to his background message and took the initiative to ask him to meet.

The weather is getting colder. Feng Song is wearing a gray hoodie, holding a lollipop in his mouth, with one hand in his pocket, and people are coming and going. Feng Song's handsomeness and boyishness are different from those around him just by looking at him.

different.

Feng Song seems to be living alone in another dimension. He is so handsome that he is almost beyond dimensions.

Brother Feng's palms that he stretched out to Feng Song were quietly sweating.

Every time he saw Feng Song, he would be amazed by this person's beauty. This beauty made him a little nervous...

Feng Song did not shake hands with him, but spoke directly.

"Have you eaten? I'll treat you to dinner."

Brother Feng quietly put his hands behind his back and wiped the sweat on his trouser legs. Then he ran to Feng Song and said, "There is no need for you to treat me to dinner! If you are willing to show me the favor, I should treat you anyway."

Let’s eat!”

"Come on, I'll treat you to dinner!"

Feng Song shook his head after hearing this, "No, I have to pay for this meal, because I'm looking for you because I have something to ask you to see if I can help you."

Brother Feng didn't expect Feng Song to say such a thing. After all, this was the "stepfather" of the Lin family, and he was the one who led a group of young men and ladies of the Lin family to conduct live broadcasts.

The young masters and ladies of the Lin family rarely appear in public, and it is rumored that the children of the Lin family are extremely rebellious. There is even a rumor that "Lin Wanhao was angered to death by his son."

After all, it was an open secret that Lin Wanhao was always so angry that he was hospitalized when he was younger.

The fact that Feng Song can appear with people from the Lin family without being banned means that the Lin family has acquiesced in Feng Song's identity. This is big news. There are too many people chasing Feng Song now!

But this Feng Song doesn't accept any interviews at all. He often broadcasts live broadcasts. He opens the live broadcast to watch a barrage of comments and scolds those who scold him. After that, Feng Song shows a comfortable expression on his face and logs off happily.

Over time, onlookers also discovered that He Zuofeng Song used the live broadcast room as a "toilet"?

If you feel uncomfortable, come over and find a few people who take the initiative to scold him, just to relieve stress and relieve stress...

It seems that all the so-called insults can't hurt Feng Song at all.

This kind of person can't even do anything about various Internet trolls. After all, you treat the other party as a target, and the other party treats you as toilet paper...

Brother Feng is even more curious, what can Feng Song do for him?

What kind of family is the Lin family?

Although the Lin family is not as good as before after Lin Wanhao's death, a lean camel is bigger than a horse. The Lin family's money is beyond the imagination of small internet celebrities like them, and the Lin family's power is beyond imagination.

This "little dad" of the Lin family did not go to the Lin family for help, but asked him for help. Could it be that this "little dad" actually has no power, so he wanted to ask him to help settle the matter of being scolded on the Internet?

Judging from Feng Song's attitude, he doesn't seem like someone who cares about those things.

Is that about the turmoil in the wealthy family?

Things in wealthy families are very messy, and it is very likely that they need more anchors like them to fight fire with fire, or -

Brother Feng had wild thoughts, Feng Song glanced at him and whispered.

"You are more familiar with anchoring than me. I want to open an online column."

When Brother Feng heard this, he became even more curious.

"What column? Are you out of money and want to raise money, or do you want to gain fame and become an Internet celebrity? With your conditions, don't be an Internet celebrity, just become an actor, a star, an entertainer..."

"It's not that I don't have money. I want to open a column and recruit sons and daughters all over the Internet."

Brother Feng:......?
Chapter completed!