Rebirth of the 92 Business Tycoon

"Singing?" Now Huang Jingping also has some doubts, whether he is really drunk or fake, or doing something through drunkenness.

Because in her impression, Feng Yiping belongs to the so-called "Wen Drunk" kind of person who is very quiet even if he is drunk.

But why are there so many scenes now?

But the two little guys have already applauded "Okay, okay,"

They like the excitement.

Actually, I don’t seem to hear Dad singing much, does it?

Just like the toast before, Feng Yiping just said about singing, and then he held a child with one hand, or when he was being held by two children, when he walked downstairs, he already sang, "Spring breeze... …, I’m sorry, I got up,"

He coughed and re-opened his voice, "The spring breeze blows and blows into my heart, missing your heart, pounding and unable to fall asleep, why you, you, do not understand the intention of falling flowers, can only look at the bright moon outside the window... …,"

Is this really singing? Huang Jingping stared at him blankly, and couldn't help but remember the chorus of "Prayers" with him in Liangjiahe Middle School.

That was also the beginning of walking into him step by step.

The days back then, every minute and every second, now I really think about it and feel sweet.

She watched under the light, Feng Yiping was sitting on the sofa holding her daughter, singing and teaching her to tap, the circles under her eyes suddenly became red...

This is really, like a dream!

Ma Ling looked at Feng Yiping with his eyes wide open. Everything he did tonight was a bit beyond her expectations.

She felt as if she had met him again.

Oh, by the way, on the night when my parents and my sister suddenly appeared on the beach in Hawaii, they blocked him, who was playing with Vincent, and finally knew who Vincent’s father was. , Didn’t he also sing in the bar on the roof?

Ma Ling remembered it very clearly. It was a song that he rewritten the English lyrics based on a Chinese song, take\\me\\to\\your\\heart.

"Take\\me\\to\\your\\heart, take\\me\\to\\your\\soul, give\\me\\your\\hand\\and\\hold\\me," Ma Ling remembers the melody of that song and these few lyrics clearly.

She also remembered the song she sang that night clearly, Nora Jones' come\\away\\with\\me.

"Follow me and fly high, I will always love you, I want to hear the sound of rain falling on the thin leather roof, and when I wake up I will nest in your arms safely, everything is for you, tonight Follow me far and high, go far and high,"

I and him can be considered to have traveled high and flew several times. For the family, it seems to be a long journey now. After all, I have a child with a Chinese on the other side of the ocean.

Goofy? From a secular point of view, at least it is flying high.

If you are with a world’s youngest billionaire with more than ten billion US dollars, you just graduated, and you are in a world-renowned company as a powerful executive, it’s not considered flying high, then, in this world, there seems to be no What can be considered flying high.

Of course, Ma Ling doesn't care what others think.

Before, she didn’t want Feng Yiping to choose to disappear from his life because of her pregnancy. Later, she found that she couldn’t let him go, so she chose the way of life now... She has never been too concerned about the opinions of people around her. people.

She looked at Vincent, who was leaning against Feng Yiping, with eyes wide open, and staring at her father intently. A strong sense of happiness and satisfaction came to her heart.

She was suddenly shy.

She remembered her resolute and decisive wall on the night when she first met Feng Yiping.

However, if it wasn't for his own initiative, with his restrained character, he would be afraid that he would go to dawn overnight and would not take any action.

Then, there will not be all this now.

Fortunately, I was bold at the time.

Well, it should be said that the subsequent decisiveness of his own, turning one night into multiple nights, is also very important.

"Jin, what does Ping sing?" She touched Jin Ling, who was holding the glass but motionless.

Jin Ling saw the expressions of Huang Jingping and Ma Ling in his eyes.

It seems that they both have memories related to Feng Yiping singing. It seems that those memories are still sweet.

Humph, but not myself.

Oh, neither does Zhang Yan.

However, looking at the concentration of the little girl's face right now, she is a fan, not to mention it.

"I think I have to tell you about a movie first. It's a vulgar romance in which a poor boy cured a princess with a strong body odor, and finally flew with the princess..."

"This song, the title is okay, it's just the lyrics?"

"The spring breeze is blowing and blowing, this will be the autumn breeze, okay?"

Or, for a passionate seed like you who is not responsible, as long as there is a girl, it must be the spring breeze?

"Also he can't fall asleep? Is he a little girl in the 28th year?" Jin Ling drank a sip of wine. He is an old driver who has two babies, and he is innocent with this horse?

"Really? I think it's pretty good," Ma Ling said.

Jin Ling looked at Ma Ling and looked at Feng Yiping with his eyes flickering, saying that he was really helpless, "It's fine if you feel good,"

In other words, you will feel that there is something bad about him?

"Just spend a good moon night, two hearts are loving each other, and when you spend a good moon night, lovers are in pairs," Jin Ling watched Feng Yiping suddenly sweep her here, and she was full of opinions just now, and immediately lowered. head.

She couldn't resist the heat in Feng Yiping's eyes at this moment.

Ten Liang Chaowei packed up, and the power released in his eyes was no better than Feng Yiping at this time.

But wait, why is there any response?

She glanced around, and it turned out that the little girl Zhang Yan also hummed.

"I said you, you, who else in this world can play with you mandarin ducks and fly with each other,"

I said, can't you be a little ambitious?

"Hey, you sing so well, please forgive me, okay, there is really no applause?"

So there was applause immediately.

"Cool, Dad, you are so cool," Vincent leaped on the sofa and applauded.

Feng Yiping gave his son a bitter kiss, as he deserves to be my son, so cheering.

"Dad, one more song, one more song," Amanda shook his hand vigorously.

"One more song, let me think about it,"

Outside the house, the leaves made a rustling sound under the pursuit of the wind, adding a sense of tranquility to this moonlit night.

In the room, the good news has just begun.

…………

"Sie," Feng Yiping sneezed, and finally woke up from his sleep.

The eyes are dazzling, he blocked the eyes, who am I, where am I?

"Hehe, Dad, Dad, get up, get up," the child's laughter and cry became clearer and clearer.

Feng Yiping finally woke up.

"Hi, little guys," he saw the blade of grass in Amanda's hand, and he knew why he was sneezing just now.

"What time is it?" He sat up.

"It was ten o'clock just now, and my mother told us to wake you up,"

"Is it ten o'clock? I actually slept for such a long time? Come, let Dad hold me,"

"No," the two children smiled and jumped away. "Dad, you smell so bad."

"Is there? How is it possible?"

"Mum said, your wine stinks,"

Feng Yiping sighed, um, it really is.

"Dad, get up, we still have to listen to you singing," Vincent said.

"Sing?"

"Okay, stop arguing between you two," Huang Jingping walked in, "Let dad take a bath,"

"This is the clothes Leticia brought from home," she put a set of clothes on the bed and opened the window by the way, and suddenly a refreshing wind blew in.

There is also the sound of birds in the wind.

"Look at the alcohol in this room, can't you drink less, can't you?"

Feng Yiping touched his head, "Last night, nothing happened, right?"

Huang Jingping glared at him, "It depends on what you expect in your heart to happen,"

"I can tell you that you didn't even come in your room last night, and you smelled the alcohol in this room. I'm afraid it will take several days to blow it away."

"Hey," Feng Yiping rubbed his nose, "if I get drunk, I usually fall asleep,"

"Ah, ah?" Huang Jingping, who was pulling Amanda off the bed, was taken aback. "Fucking asleep? You don't really remember what happened last night, do you?"

"What can happen?" Feng Yiping looked confused.

Then he whispered in the local dialect, "Did I pull you in at night? But what does that matter, right, my mother,"

Huang Jingping blushed, "Huh, you want to be beautiful,"

She held a child in one hand, "Just pretend,"

"What are you talking about? Why do I not understand at all?" Feng Yiping was still confused.

Huang Jingping, who had already walked to the door, turned her head and said, "Sister Jin is right, you really can act."

"It will play? What will it be played, hey, can you make it clear?"

Feng Yiping got up from the bed in his underwear, "It sounds like something happened last night?"

"Hi, get up,"

When Feng Yiping looked at it, Ma Ling was standing at the door with a sweet smile.

"Yep,"

"You have to take a shower," Ma Ling reached out and slapped his nose, leaning to kiss him on the cheek, "See you in the restaurant downstairs,"

"Then you didn't say to take a shower for me last night, Ma Ling, don't go, tell me what happened last night?"

…………

Downstairs, Amanda and Vincent are playing with toys on the carpet. It is Rubin's new work, a robot dog with two legs replaced by wheels.

So not only are they playing, but the candy is also very interested.

The adults gathered for coffee.

"He said, he doesn't remember what happened last night, do you believe it?" Huang Jingping asked.

"How is it possible? He has been singing for so long," Jin Ling said.

"It seems, it's possible. I remember a few times my father didn't remember what he did when he was drunk," Zhang Yan said.

"Is it possible that this is the case?" Ma Ling asked.

Jin Ling glanced at the phone, "Well, I have to go upstairs to reply to the email,"

…………

Feng Yiping was wrapped in a bathrobe, and as soon as he came out of the bathroom, he heard someone say, "Oh, finally got up, a big singer,"

Feng Yiping, who was wiping his hair with a towel, trembled, "Huh, I was shocked."

Jin Ling put his hands in his trouser pockets, and leaned leisurely against the wall behind the door, "When have you been so timid? Did you do something wrong?"

"It's really strange this morning, why are you all saying things that I don't understand, what big singer? What's wrong?"

"Still pretending?" Jin Ling walked to the window~www.wuxiaspot.com~ You sang so many songs last night, did you forget? "

"Is there?" Feng Yiping was shocked, and shook his head, "I don't remember at all,"

"But, how do you say these words, it's a bit gritted?"

"Grit your teeth? Can I help you remember? You sang "A Flower and a Moon and a Full Night", and then you sang a lot of messy, ridiculous, ridiculous, ridiculous, and the girl will go with me, the little girl will marry me,"

"what?"

"I said, you are good enough, such a song, I think you can sing it to others,"

It sounds like this is true, because the two songs Jin Ling said should be later songs.

"Not to mention, you pull Jingping to sing prayers, pull Ma Ling to sing take\\me\\to\\your\\heart, I heard that song, you still wrote the lyrics,"

"Later, you had to take Zhang Yan to sing something "Because of Love", saying that it was a repertoire of the two of you,"

"Huh?" Feng Yiping sat on the bed.

Jin Ling seems to be unable to make up this, because this song is also a later song.

It’s just that, there are hundreds of poems about other people fighting for wine, I just sing blindly when I am drunk.

"That's obviously a new song, and it sounds pretty good," Jin Ling said bitterly.

"Just me!"

"This one……,"

"Don't do this or that," Jin Ling interrupted him, "I don't ask for anything else, but I have to do this."

"If you don't write a nice song for me, I will resign when I return to my country."

"Huh!" Jin Ling walked out with his head held high.

Feng Yiping sat on the bed blankly.

What's the matter with me? Why do you like to talk to me with your nose this morning?