The blackened goddess of rebirth is extremely poisonous

Chapter 449
Wan Xuemao, who was sitting opposite Yan Deyun, was also surprised.

When did Yan Hanming have a baby?How could he not hear the news at all.

Looking at Yan Deyun, seeing that Yan Deyun was even more surprised than him, he guessed that he must not know.

Yan Hanming pushed Yingying's shoulder, "This is your third ancestor."

"Three Patriarchs." Yingying sweetly called Yan Deyun.

Yan Deyun was a little dazed at first, but then he came to his senses and hurriedly waved to Yingying.

Yingying looked at Yan Hanming and Feng Tianling, saw them nodding, and walked in front of Yan Deyun with short legs.

Yan Deyun reached out with trembling old hands, wanting to touch Yingying's little fleshy face, but he was afraid that his hands would have too many calluses and thick skin, "Like, really like, exactly the same as your father when he was a child."

Hearing what Yan Deyun said, Yan Hanming knew that he had misunderstood, and explained: "He is the grandson of President Lan, and he is my godson."

Yan Deyun was stunned.

Wan Xuemao looked at Yan Hanming, and compared it with Yingying, who was he lying to?
"It's true." Yingying said, "I like Baba Mama very much, so I will be their son."

Looking at Yingying's cute and cute little face, it doesn't look like she's lying at all.

After dinner.

Yan Deyun and Wan Xuemao were playing chess in the courtyard.

"Hey——" Yan Deyun sighed with emotion, "If girl Feng is still here, he and Han Ming's baby will be like Zhang Yingying, right?"

"The deceased is gone, the past is like smoke, so many years have passed, and you are still on my lips." Wan Xuemao said, leaving a son, "General."

Yan Deyun glanced at the chessboard, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he lost again.

"That's all." Yan Deyun pushed the chess pieces on the chessboard in a mess, "sons and grandchildren have their own blessings, old man, I don't want to worry about it. I'll go back tomorrow, how about you? Together?"

Wan Xuemao looked at the messy chessboard and smiled, "No, I still have something to do."

"Huh?" Yan Deyun looked at Wan Xuemao suspiciously, "To find your grandson?"

Wan Xuemao nodded.

"It's useless if you go to see it." Yan Deyun said while cleaning up the chessboard, "He doesn't know you even if he goes."

"That's not necessarily the case. I heard from Yue Jiao that his condition has improved recently." Wan Xuemao also helped clean up the chessboard.

"Forget it, I told you earlier, your grandson is not sick, but bewitched, you just don't believe it."

Wan Xuemao smiled and said nothing more.

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Feng Tianling lay on the bed, flicking on her cell phone.

With a sound of "Ding--", the voice of the information prompt sounded.

Nickname: I am your husband.

The other party sent a grinning emoji.

who is this?Isn't this nickname too coquettish?

deleted.

Just when Feng Tianling was thinking this way, the other party directly sent a voice.

Is it appropriate for someone who has never chatted with someone to just make a voice call?

Frivolous, not a good bird.

Feng Tianling's image of this person called 'I am your husband' is extremely poor.

Pull black!

Just as Feng Tianling was about to operate, the other party sent another picture.

After seeing the picture, or rather the selfie of the other party, Feng Tianling sat up on the bed.

Fu Youqing? !

There was a brief blank in the brain, and after a while, he clicked on the voice on the picture.

I'm your husband: "Daughter-in-law, remind you, don't forget, you still owe me a meal."

Owe him a meal?Feng Tianling thought for a while, then patted herself on the head, how could she forget about this.

A few days ago, Fu Youqing rescued her from Tieshan, and she promised to invite him to dinner.

(End of this chapter)