Chapter 1929 Lively Lan Kwai Fong

"Dad, I like it here," Vincent, wearing a blue fleece jacket, leaned on the railing on the top floor of the Holiday Inn Victoria Bay in Hong Kong, and turned back to shout excitedly to Feng Yiping.

"Then come when you have time," Feng Yiping touched his head.

This is a guy who likes prosperity, which is good.

He is really not worried that this little guy likes such a luxurious area. What he is most worried about is that when his son grows up, he will be bewitched by some organizations and go to Africa or the Middle East to do charity.

If he really has such an idea, there should be many places in the country that have not yet escaped poverty, and he can go to those places to "transform the earth" or teach.

This is not because he is narrow-minded by nature. It is really because, to be honest, whether it is Africa or the Middle East, or from the past to the present, and for a long time in the future, most of the regional and international conflicts in the world, in the final analysis, are the roots of evil deliberately planted by Europe and the United States in the past, or deliberately bewitched and provoked later.

Whether it is the chaos in Africa or the Middle East, in the final analysis, man-made disasters are the main cause, and most of these man-made disasters should be attributed to Europe and the United States.

To completely change the situation there, combined with our country's recent history of humiliation, letting them go and letting them develop or struggle on their own should actually be a good choice.

Times make heroes, and those countries will definitely have some people who can lead their own nations to stand up in the end.

Even if there are no such people for the time being, it doesn't seem to be worse.

Look at the Israeli-Palestinian conflict. Almost since Feng Yiping was old enough to understand, it has been a topic that must be reported on the news broadcast every few days, and it has also been a show for leaders of European and American countries. But in the end, isn't it still a result of nothing? Even Arafat was poisoned.

Look at the countries that the West is going to bring democracy and peace to, from Afghanistan to Iraq to Libya to Syria, before the intervention, the people there could at least live a decent life, or it could be said that they were quite decent, but after the West intervened, it has destroyed at least one generation, and it may continue to destroy several generations in the future...

Feng Yiping doesn't want his children to be influenced by those thoughts and set up such "high-end" ambitions.

"If you like, when you grow up, build your own hotel near all the beautiful bays in the world, okay?"

"Okay," Vincent nodded without hesitation.

Ma Ling patted Feng Yiping gently. She did not agree with such guidance.

"If he aspires to become a hotel tycoon, it would be good, wouldn't it?" Feng Yiping laughed.

"I don't want him to become a tycoon,"

"I'll listen to you," Feng Yiping hugged her.

It doesn't matter whether the next generation of his own can become a tycoon, but he should not become an extreme environmentalist or pacifist. In order to eliminate such hidden dangers, Feng Yiping feels that similar guidance should be strengthened unremittingly.

"Tonight, we have to separate activities. Do you have any objection?"

"I have no objection," Ma Ling said, "I heard that this is a city that never sleeps and a shopping capital. My son and I can find fun here,"

"But, the person traveling with me is a beautiful girl, and we are going to an entertainment venue. Do you really not mind?" Feng Yiping looked at her with a joking look.

"Vincent, look, Dad wants me to praise him again," Ma Ling said to his son.

"Hello, Dad!" Vincent turned around and said with a smile.

He is worthy of being my son!

"Good son!" Feng Yiping kissed his son hard on the face.

"Didn't you say that sons should be close to mothers?" Ma Ling muttered.

"Hehe, son, mother is jealous, mother just likes to be jealous,"

"Why should I be jealous," Ma Ling rolled her eyes at him and then laughed, "Okay, I'll still praise you, I know you are not such a superficial person,"

Feng Yiping accepted her compliment with a smile, and even argued a little unsatisfied, "Thinking that men who like beautiful women are superficial is a very superficial view in itself,"

Ma Ling glanced at him seriously, "How else do you want me to praise you? Saying that you and beautiful girls go to such entertainment venues together at night is a great sacrifice?"

"No, no," Feng Yiping shook his head quickly, "If you have no objection and you can understand, I will be very satisfied,"

Ma Ling was actually quite satisfied.

This trip to China, which has already started on the return journey, is a journey that leaves her with no regrets and makes her very satisfied.

Feng Yiping not only took herself and Vincent to meet his best friend, his important partner, and his relatives, but also went to his hometown to meet his parents - although they didn't know who she was.

This is actually very good.

She also knew that Feng Yiping's seemingly private itinerary tonight actually had many other considerations, and it would be more appropriate to go with that really beautiful Hollywood actress.

She also kissed Feng Yiping on the face, "Do you think I can buy a high-rise house in San Francisco?"

"No, the reason why I live on the top floor is essentially to save money and convenience, not to live in a high-rise building,"

"Really?" This was the first time Ma Ling heard about it, "Then when are you going to build your own hotel in San Francisco?"

"It's being planned, but I hope the Hawaii project can start first,"

"Yiping," Wu Qian called from the door, "Miss Alba will be here soon,"

"Oh well,"

"Aren't you going to greet me?" Ma Ling said with a smile.

"You should," Feng Yiping held his son's hand and walked towards the door, "Vincent, will you go with dad to pick up a customer?"

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"Feng," Alba, wearing a black-top and blue-cut skirt that showed her skill, walked in quickly with a gust of fragrance and a smile on her face, "Oh, is this? Wow, little baby, you can So cute,"

Am I wrong? Why does this cute child look similar to Feng?

"Hi Alba, welcome, Vincent, call me sister," Feng Yiping picked up his son.

"Sister," Vincent called, followed by a title that made Alba's heart sink. "Dad, I still want to see the scenery,"

"You go ahead," Feng Yiping put his son down.

"Haha," Alba laughed a few times, "Is this your son?"

"Yes, my son Vincent is over three years old, please," Feng Yiping led Alba towards the sofa.

Only then did Alba notice that there was a girl with the same blond hair standing there, with a sweet smile, and she was whispering something to the cute little guy.

"Ma Ling, this is Alba, Alba, this is Vincent's mother, Ma Ling,"

"Hello Miss Alba, I like your works very much," Ma Ling held Alba's hand, "Please sit down,"

"Thank you, it's nice to meet you," Alba, who came here with pleasure and felt a little buzzing in her head, looked at Ma Ling seriously, "I'm sorry, have we met somewhere before?"

"Maybe I've met before," Ma Ling said with a smile, "I'm the content director of YouTube and I have a lot of dealings with Hollywood."

"Oh, no wonder!" Alba suddenly realized, "I must have seen you at a party. Many colleagues said that if you come to Hollywood, you will definitely take away a lot of opportunities from us."

"Really? Thank you!" Ma Ling glanced at Feng Yiping. "Next, YouTube will launch a series of promotions for "Fantastic Four". If Miss Alba has any requests, you can contact me directly."

"Jesse, please call me Jesse," Alba said.

In her mind, she couldn't help but blame her agent Jim, how ill-informed are you? He didn't even know about such a thing.

"Jesse, Feng is looking after you tonight,"

"It's my honor," Alba said, feeling very tired. She had to put in her best effort to perform like this, which was really tiring.

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Lan Kwai Fong is always full of entertainment at night, and Li Jialun, who likes to hang out here more and more, just sat down in a bar, and before he looked around at the girls in the bar, he suddenly saw the beautiful ones he had already reviewed. The girls suddenly walked out excitedly. Then, more and more girls walked out. Then, some men who came to have fun like themselves also walked out happily. What's going on?

"Allen, Allan," he looked up and saw the friend he was waiting for, standing at the door, gesturing eagerly.

"What's wrong? What's going on?" He walked to the door in a daze.

"Follow me, quickly," his friend pulled him.

"What?" Li Jialun was confused.

"Feng Yiping is here, singing in the store in front,"

It turned out that I was just joining in the fun. Tsk, I don’t care!

"The four heavenly kings are with him,"

"real?"

"What do you think?" said my friend, pointing to the crowd of people gathering in that direction.