Brother Feng suspected that he heard wrongly. He stared at Feng Song's handsome face for five seconds before asking.

"What?"

Feng Song held the lollipop in his mouth and shrugged, "Let's drive first, sit down and talk."

The car was driving slowly, and I secretly used the rearview mirror to peek at Feng Song, who was sitting in the passenger seat. He was not an old pervert, but it was indeed the first time he had seen someone like Feng Song. Feng Song was like a gust of wind, free and uninhibited and handsome.

Blended with beauty.

The sun fell on Feng Song's face through the car window. Feng Song turned his head to look at the scenery passing by outside the window, but he never thought that she herself was the most beautiful scenery. Her broken hair brushed against Feng Song's ears and touched her lips.

…

Brother Feng quietly looked at Feng Song, and Feng Song also noticed him keenly.

"Huh?" Feng Song leaned on the back of the chair and raised her head to look in the rearview mirror. When she was sitting, she was as lazy as a cat, but when she raised her head, her eyes had a sharp edge.

Brother Feng was suddenly a little afraid of Feng Song. He hurriedly put his head straight, "No, it's nothing?"

Brother Feng drove the car and asked Feng Song while driving.

"Taoist Priest, what do you mean by the column about recruiting sons and daughters? Do you want to do charity and find adoptive parents for orphans who have lost their parents? This is a good thing. Talk to the charity and we can help.

No problem at all!”

Feng Song shook his head, "No, there is no need to look for orphans. If you want to talk about orphans, I am one."

Brother Feng didn't understand, "If you don't look for orphans, you are an orphan...then do you want to help those children who have lost their parents, or single-parent families?"

Feng Song thought for a while, "This is a good idea."

The more Brother Feng listened, the more confused he became.

"It's a good idea. Does that mean it wasn't the original idea?"

"What's that idea? Taoist priest, what kind of child do you want to find? I can help you. However, it is best to find a child privately, which is more in line with contemporary values. Otherwise, it will easily cause criticism."

Hearing this, Feng Song rubbed her temples. She also knew this problem. After all, if sons and daughters were openly recruited to help children who had lost their parents, it would be the same as what her master did.

All the people they adopted on the mountain were orphans.

It's a pity that those people have no desire to let her be a father. After all, she just wants to be a father who "beats you and calls you daddy", not a real father by blood.

Feng Song looked out the window and thought carefully, "I don't want to raise children, I just want to be a father."

Brother Feng:......?

What kind of hobby is this?!

Brother Feng thought for a moment and suddenly understood, and his tone became serious and thoughtful.

"It's not okay for you to do this. Having a child without raising it is irresponsible for the child. If you want to be a father, you must be a responsible father, so that the child can recognize you as its father."

Feng Song seemed to have heard some key words.

"How can I make the child recognize me as his father? I mean, just beating him up won't do it, right?"

Brother Feng sighed.

Today’s young people don’t understand what responsibility is…

Wait, Feng Song is already a father at such a young age?!

Brother Feng was stunned for a moment and then didn't ask. After all, this was personal privacy, and he was a live broadcast celebrity with a sensitive identity. Even if he asked Feng Song, he would definitely not tell him.

And at Feng Song's age, maybe he just wants to be a father, so he wants to adopt some children.

Brother Feng slowed down the car and spoke to Feng Song in a serious voice.

"As a father, you must be patient, give your children a lot of love, and let them feel your love. Also, there are many key points in being a father. I will teach you."

Feng Song sat up straight.

Brother Feng looks very old at first glance. He may have grandchildren at this age, so there is nothing wrong with listening to the words of his seniors.

Brother Feng taught Feng Song the techniques very patiently and meticulously.

"To be a good father, you must first interact with your children frequently. Try to spend as much time with the children as possible, playing games or chatting, so as to enhance the intimacy between each other and make the children feel

I'm very happy to see my father's love for them."

Feng Song nodded vigorously when he heard this, and then took out a small notebook from his pocket, "Do you have a pen? What you said is great, I will write it down."

Seeing how serious Feng Song was, Brother Feng inexplicably felt that he had saved a family and a future good father. The more Feng Song listened attentively, the more energetic he spoke.

"As a father, you must think more about your children, be more involved in their children's lives, understand what they like and don't like, and learn to communicate with them."

"In this way, you can gradually understand your children's preferences, and then you can care for and guide them, making them think you are a good father."

Feng Song nodded seriously, "What else?"

Brother Feng was a little thirsty and continued, "Also, as a father, you must set an example and give your children a good example of what can be done and what should not be done."

Feng Song nodded harder, "What else?"

Brother Feng’s head is a bit big, and the inventory is a bit insufficient.

"Also... one very important thing is that as a father, you must be patient when educating your children. If your children encounter a problem that they don't understand, as a father, you must slowly explain it to your children bit by bit."

Feng Song wrote these down in a small notebook and looked at Brother Feng with his beautiful eyes that were curious about knowledge.

"What else?"

Brother Feng:......

No more, no more at all...

"Um, and it's almost here. What do you like to eat? There's a new French restaurant that's opened recently that's nice and has a nice environment. Shall we go there to eat?"

Brother Feng is obviously trying to force the subject to change. He really doesn’t know what to do as a father!

After all, although he is old, he has no wife or children at all. How does he know how to be a father? This is all what he thinks about!

Feng Song shook his head, "No, I don't know how to eat foreign food. By the way, what else?"

Brother Feng shook his head in despair, "No more, really no more, no more at all! Go back and buy a book! The book is very good!"

Feng Song carefully recorded this incident in his notebook.

Brother Feng saw that Feng Song finally stopped asking him, "Is there anything else?" He breathed a sigh of relief and immediately diverted Feng Song's attention and seriously suggested several Chinese restaurants.

The final dining venue was set at a Sichuan restaurant. The traffic on the road was crowded during rush hours, but Brother Feng didn’t dare to look at Feng Song and stopped talking, because—he didn’t want to hear “What else?!”

The car parked in front of the most luxurious Sichuan restaurant in the city. This restaurant is said to be a Sichuan restaurant, but it is actually a popular pastoral private restaurant. To eat here, you need to make a reservation, and your identity is kept confidential.

Brother Feng is a rich anchor. He has spent a lot of money here and has a high membership level. Normally, he will have a seat when he comes in. After arriving at the store, Brother Feng asked Feng Song to wait while he went to see the room.

Sure enough, Brother Feng was not satisfied with the new room arranged by the waiter.

"Don't I want the Wenzhu Hall? I said it was available when I came here, but why is it not available now? You asked us to eat in the hall, why should I come to your place?!"

The waiter also said to Brother Feng in embarrassment.

"Brother Feng, a few people came behind you and asked for Wenzhu Hall by name, so I assigned that hall. You can see if changing it works. If not, you can only wait until the people in this room leave.

…”

Before Brother Feng finished speaking, the private room door at the entrance of Wenzhu Hall was pushed open, and standing inside was a short man over 1.6 meters tall. He had a girl in a miniskirt and smelling of alcohol in his arms.

The man smiled at Brother Feng.

"Hey, Brother Feng, what kind of wind brings you here?!"

Brother Feng looked at this short man with some disgust. The man was also a big internet celebrity in the Imperial City, but he was the type he hated most who taught bad people all day long without doing their job properly.

Brother Feng frowned and said hello perfunctorily. He was no longer prepared to take this room.

"I'm here to book a room. You can just stay there."

The man sharply saw Feng Song being picked up by the waiter. His eyes lit up and he hugged the girl and shouted loudly.

"Holy shit! Isn't this the wealthy little dad?! Brother Feng, did you interview him? As expected of you! He's so awesome!"

Brother Feng frowned tightly and was about to ask Feng Song to go first. Feng Song looked over and was obviously stunned for a moment.

Feng Song saw the person in the short man's arms...
Chapter completed!