When Feng Song thought of his seven gourd babies, he felt very excited.

If she has seven Calabash sons, then she can be promoted directly to a higher level on the spot, and can directly change from father to grandfather!

Think about the picture of Calabash Baby, how happy it is.

A group of cuties wearing black Conan hoods surrounded her and called her "Daddy, Daddy."

Feng Song was immersed in wonderful fantasy, with a smile on his thin lips and eyes full of love. When he saw -

"Teacher Feng doesn't think of anything good when you look at it like this."

Lin Miaomiao is used to the situation of Feng Song, her stepfather's part-time teacher. She wants to go to the hospital next time. If the doctor asks her how long Teacher Feng has had this condition of wanting to be a father, she might answer -

"a thousand years!"

There are so many strange diseases these days. There are many daughters who want to be their babies. This is the first time I have seen a man who loves being a father so much.

Amidst Feng Song's fantasies and Lin Miaomiao's complaints, Lin Qi walked up behind Lin Chen. He smiled softly and said, "Sorry, other sons are not welcome in our family!"

After saying that, Lin Qi is about to close the door!

The person outside the door stretched out his hand to block the door.

The two people looked at each other, and there were sparks in their eyes.

Lin Qi chuckled and said, "Let go, or I'll call the police."

The man in black at the door said, "You can call the police and I'll come find daddy."

Lin Chen blinked his big eyes, looked at the door, and clapped his hands.

"Fight, fight!"

Feng Song came back to her senses and strode to the living room. The voice of the man in black sounded strangely familiar to her, and at this time Lin Fengling had already taken out the broom.

"Looking for dad? I know! You are my dad's illegitimate son, right?"

At this time, Lin Fengling, who seemed to be the murderer in Conan, but was actually a love brain, had discovered everything. He used his keen sixth sense to determine the identity of the man at the door.

When Lin Qi heard this, he seemed to think it made sense, so——

He let go of his hand.

"Go in."

The man at the door did not move. He tilted his head and said with a lazy smile.

"You want to trick me into beating me, but I don't believe you. Feng Song, Feng Song, come on, I'll recognize you as my father!"

When Lin Fengling heard this, he swung the broom over!

"You dare to call my baby daddy by his name? Do you still want to be my baby daddy's son? How dare you say such unpleasant words in my house?! My dad's only son is us..."

When Feng Song heard this, he rubbed his temples with helplessness on his face.

"Third senior brother, didn't we agree not to disturb each other?"

After she came down from the mountain, she wanted to have a good time. The senior brothers were nice to her, but they were too clingy.

Feng Song's third senior brother Wu Mian took off his hood, revealing a handsome face with a decadent temperament. He placed one hand on the door frame and lazily pulled the corner of his lips, "We don't want to disturb each other, but I miss you."

Already."

So simple, straightforward, and crude!

The three senior brothers are like this together.

The faces of the Lin brothers and sisters all changed.

Lin Miaomiao blinked, "I'm sorry, this third senior brother doesn't look straight."

Lin Fengling poked Wu Mian with a broom.

"This is our home. You come to my house and want to take my dad away? What a dream! Back off, back off, back off!"

Wu Mian took two steps back and raised his hand.

"I've had many dreams. Also, it's useless to tell a Taoist priest to quit."

Wu Mian was at the door with a smile on his face. He was Feng Song's senior brother. His relationship with Feng Song was definitely closer than these sons who had only just met him, so according to his junior brother's habits, he would definitely not keep him at home.

His younger brother is good at everything, but he has serious flaws in his character.

Wu Mian stood at the door and smiled without saying a word. Feng Song scratched his hair and walked to the door, lowering his voice and saying.

"Third Senior Brother, I will come and play with you when I have time. You go back and set up a stall to tell fortunes first. I -"

Wu Mian ruffled Feng Song's hair and said with a low voice in a voice that sounded lazier than Feng Song.

"Are you free? When are you free? If I don't come to you, you will never be free. Junior brother, I know what you are afraid of, so I am here. I want to protect you."

Feng Song was furious when he heard this.

"Me? Protection?! Did you call me dad at the door just now? Do I need your protection? Go back, go back, and come to me when you learn to be a good son."

No matter how angry Feng Song was, Wu Mian was used to it.

He misses it very much.

I really miss the days when I watched GV with my junior brother on the mountain.

How could the little junior brother he had protected and tried to win over for so long end up in a wolf's den as soon as he came out of the tiger's den? The "sons" in this house are not very straight.

Among the several senior brothers, the one Feng Song had the most trouble with was the third senior brother. The third senior brother was said by his master to have the most talent in fortune telling. The third senior brother always stayed awake and watched pornographic movies in the middle of the night every day, but he seemed to know everything.

If you see everything through life, it would be meaningless at all.

Feng Song's outlook on life was such that she hated the feeling of being seen through. She sighed, "Third Senior Brother, you should have a good life at the foot of the mountain, right? Otherwise, let's do it tomorrow. If I'm free tomorrow..."

Wu Mian stretched out his hand and tapped the tip of Feng Song's nose.

"Now."

Feng Song:......

"No?"

Wu Mian raised his thin lips and said, "Right now. However, I won't embarrass you. You see, I am willing to call you dad. Aren't you very happy to be my dad?"

Wu Mian's eyes passed over Feng Song's shoulders and fell on everyone in the room. The smile on his lips widened.

"With me, you have seven gourd babies, and you can become a grandpa directly."

Feng Song sighed leisurely.

"But you are a bad kid!"

Wu Mian smiled happily, "If a man is not bad, my junior brother will not love me. Mrs. Lin, I am the owner of the Feng Shui Bureau. Wu Mian, I am here to read your fortune today. I see that you are careless in your steps and worried. Right

If you have a bad eyebrow, there will be disaster in the near future."

Mrs. Lin, who was wearing a facial mask, was ready to go upstairs!

When she heard the word "Wu Mian", her eyes widened suddenly, and the mask on her face almost fell off with such an exaggerated expression, "Are you the magic fortune teller Wu Mian, Taoist priest Wu? Why did you come here in person? Is it me?

Have you seen the messages on the Internet?"

Wu Mian nodded, "Of course. It is my honor, Wu, to relieve Madam's worries."

Mrs. Lin laughed so hard that she trembled like crazy, and quickly ran to the door, "Master Wu, come in quickly, please have a seat. Housekeeper, housekeeper, quickly pour tea for Mr. Wu!"

It was obvious that Mrs. Lin simply ignored her six children.

Feng Song also knew that there was no chance. Her third senior brother seemed to be a gay man, but his most outstanding ability was the killer of women. From the time she could remember, the older women who came to the mountain to offer incense liked her third senior brother very much.

And therefore...

Thinking of that bad thing, Feng Song frowned. She looked at the third senior brother who was walking lazily towards Mrs. Lin, and her mouth moved. Before he spoke, Wu Mian turned to him and pointed at herself.

chest.

"Junior brother, if I'm by your side, I won't get sick."

Mrs. Lin left a message online to consult Wu Mian. In fact, she also asked many people to help make an appointment with the fortune teller of the "Tianxia Bureau". However, this fortune teller has a weird personality. He only sees the faces of five people a day.

Moreover, they basically only look at the poor.

Many people who have been guided by him have gone from poverty to wealth. Even if they are not rich, they are at least much better than before, so he is also highly sought after by wealthy people.

It's just that rich people can't get his advice no matter what.

Recently, the "Tianxia Bureau" opened a website for consultation, and Mrs. Lin also tried her luck to go there and leave a message. Unexpectedly, Director Wu came to the door in person so quickly!

Of course, Mrs. Lin also knew that Daochang Wu came to visit because of Daochang Feng. She also knew that Daochang Wu was Daochang Feng’s senior brother, so she specifically mentioned “Daochang Feng” when she left a message online.

Mrs. Lin took the fruit plate from the housekeeper's hand with a diligent look on her face and handed it to Wu Mian who was sitting on the sofa.

Lin Fengling's head was buzzing when he saw this scene.

"Mom, why did you let him in? He has bad intentions!"

Mrs. Lin turned her head and glanced at her son. She had a black mask on her face. The mask had become distorted due to the intense expression, which made the smile under the mask look a bit inexplicable and ferocious.

"Son, mom has been having nightmares these days. She can't sleep well, is under a lot of pressure, and Feng Daochang can't read faces, so mom has found a powerful fortune teller. Can you understand mom?"
To be continued...