Chapter 2149 Fragment

"Sing?" Huang Jingping was a little suspicious now. Was he really drunk or pretending to be drunk? Or was he doing something under the guise of being drunk?

Because in her impression, Feng Yiping was the kind of person who would be very quiet even when drunk and would not cause trouble. He was the so-called "literary drunk".

But why is there so much drama now?

But the two little guys had already applauded, "Good, good,"

They just like this kind of excitement.

In fact, it seems that Daddy didn't sing much, right?

Just like the previous toast, Feng Yiping only said one word about singing, and then he held a child in each hand, or in other words, was supported by two children, and when he walked downstairs, he had already started singing, "Spring breeze..., sorry, I sang too high,"

He coughed and started singing again, "The spring breeze blows and blows, blowing into my heart. My heart that misses you is pounding and can't fall asleep. Why do you, you don't understand the intention of falling flowers, and can only look at the bright moon outside the window..."

Is he really singing now? Huang Jingping stared at him blankly, and couldn't help but think of the time when she sang "Prayer" with him at Liangjiahe Middle School.

That was also the beginning of her step-by-step approach to him.

The days at that time, every minute and every second, now really feel sweet when she thinks about it.

She looked at Feng Yiping holding his daughter on the sofa under the lights, singing and teaching her to beat the rhythm, and her eyes suddenly became red...

This is really like a dream!

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

She felt as if she had known him all over again.

Oh, by the way, on the night when his parents suddenly appeared on the beach in Hawaii with his sister, and blocked him and himself who were playing with Vincent, and finally found out who Vincent's father was, didn't he also sing in the bar on the rooftop?

Ma Ling remembered it very clearly. It was a song he rewrote the English lyrics based on the tune of 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 has always remembered the melody and lyrics of the song clearly.

She also remembered the song she sang that night, Norah Jones's come away with me.

"Follow me and fly away. I will always love you. I want to hear the sound of rain falling on the fine roof. When I wake up, I will nestle in your arms safely. Everything is for you. Follow me and fly away tonight, fly away."

She and he have also flown away several times. For her family, it seems to be far away now, after all, she has a child with a Chinese on the other side of the ocean.

Flying high? From a secular perspective, at least it is flying high.

If being with the world's youngest billionaire with a net worth of over 10 billion US dollars, just graduated, and serving as a powerful executive in a world-renowned company, is not considered flying high, then it seems that nothing in this world can be considered flying high.

Of course, Ma Ling didn't care what others thought.

Previously, she didn't want Feng Yiping to disappear from his life because she was pregnant, but later she found that she couldn't let him go, so she chose the current lifestyle... She has never been a person who cares too much about the opinions of people around her.

She looked at Vincent, who was leaning against Feng Yiping, with his eyes wide open, staring at his father, and a strong sense of happiness and satisfaction surged in her heart.

She suddenly felt shy.

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

However, if she hadn't taken the initiative, with his restrained character, he would probably not take any action even if he tossed and turned all night until dawn.

Then, there would be nothing like this now.

Fortunately, I was bold at that time.

Well, it should be said that my decisiveness afterwards, turning one night into many nights, was also crucial.

"Jin, what is Ping singing?" She touched Jin Ling, who was holding a wine glass but didn't move.

Jin Ling had seen the expressions of Huang Jingping and Ma Ling.

It seems that both of them have memories related to Feng Yiping singing, and it seems that those memories are still sweet.

Humph, but I don’t have any.

Oh, Zhang Yan doesn’t have any either.

However, seeing that girl’s face full of concentration now, she is a fangirl, so it’s better not to talk about it.

“I think I have to tell you about a movie first. It’s a cliché love movie about a poor boy who cured a princess with strong body odor and finally lived together with the princess...”

“This song, the title is okay, the night of flowers and full moon, but the lyrics are?”

“The spring breeze is still blowing, but now the autumn wind is rustling, okay?”

Or, for a sentimental seed like you who has no responsibility, as long as there is a girl, it must be the spring breeze?

“Why is he still pounding and can’t fall asleep? Is he a young girl in her twenties?” Jin Ling took a big sip of wine. He is an old driver with two children. Why is he pretending to be innocent?

“Really? I think it’s good,” Ma Ling said.

Jin Ling looked at Ma Ling, who was looking at Feng Yiping with his eyes flickering, and thought to himself that there was really no hope for him. "If you think it's good, it's good."

By the way, do you think there is anything wrong with him at all?

"On this night of full moon and beautiful flowers, two hearts love each other, on this night of full moon and beautiful flowers, lovers become couples," Jin Ling looked at Feng Yiping who suddenly glanced at her. She lowered her head immediately after she was full of dissatisfaction.

At this moment, she couldn't resist the heat in Feng Yiping's eyes.

Even if ten Tony Leung Chiu-wai were packed together, the electricity released in their eyes could not compare to Feng Yiping at this time.

But wait, why is there an echo?

She looked around and found that the little girl Zhang Yan also hummed along.

"I say, you, who else in the world can play with you like a mandarin duck in the water, and fly with wings together,"

I said, can't you have a little ambition?

"Hehe, please forgive me for my average singing. Okay, there is really no applause?"

So there was applause immediately.

"Cool, Dad, you are so cool," Vincent jumped and clapped on the sofa.

Feng Yiping kissed his son hard. He is worthy of being my son, so supportive.

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

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

Outside the house, the leaves rustled in the wind, adding a sense of tranquility to this moonlit night.

And inside the house, the good show has just begun.

…………

"A-choo," Feng Yiping sneezed loudly and finally woke up from his sleep.

All he saw was a dazzling light, he blocked his eyes, who am I, where am I?

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

Feng Yiping finally woke up.

"Hey, little guys," he saw the blade of grass in Amanda's hand, and immediately knew why he sneezed just now.

"What time is it?" He sat up.

"It was ten o'clock just now, and mom asked us to wake you up,"

"Is it ten o'clock already? I slept for so long? Come, let dad hold you,"

"No," the two children laughed and jumped away, "Dad, you stink,"

"Really? How is that possible?"

"Mom said, you stink of alcohol,"

Feng Yiping took a breath and smelled it, yes, it was true.

"Dad, get up quickly, we still want to hear you sing," Vincent said.

"Sing?"

"Okay, stop making trouble," 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, and suddenly, a fresh breeze blew in.

The wind was also accompanied by the sound of birds.

"Look at the alcohol smell in this room. Can't you drink less?"

Feng Yiping touched his head, "Nothing happened last night,"

Huang Jingping glared at him, "That depends on what you expect to happen,"

"I can tell you that even candy didn't come into your room last night. You smell the alcohol smell in this room. I'm afraid it will take several days to dissipate,"

"Hehe," Feng Yiping rubbed his nose, "If I'm drunk, I usually fall asleep,"

"Ah, ah?" Huang Jingping, who was pulling Amanda off the bed, was stunned, "Falling asleep? You don't really forget what happened last night, do you?"

"What could happen?" Feng Yiping was confused.

Then he whispered in his hometown dialect, "Did I pull you in at night? But what does that matter, right, baby's mother,"

Huang Jingping blushed, "Humph, you wish,"

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

"What did you say? Why don't I understand at all?" Feng Yiping was still confused.

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

"Act? What can you act? Hey, can you explain it clearly?"

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

"Hey, get up,"

Feng Yiping looked and saw Ma Ling standing at the door, smiling sweetly.

"Yeah, that's right,"

"You have to take a shower," Ma Ling stretched out her hand and fanned her nose, leaned over to kiss him on the face, "See you in the restaurant downstairs,"

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

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

So not only the two of them were playing, but Candy was also interested.

The adults gathered together to drink coffee.

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

"How is that possible? He sang for so long," Jin Ling said.

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

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

Jin Ling glanced at his phone, "Well, I have to go upstairs to answer an email,"

…………

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

Feng Yiping, who was wiping his hair with a towel, trembled, "Huh, you scared me,"

Jin Ling put his hands in his trouser pockets and leaned against the wall behind the door leisurely, "When have you ever been so timid? Is it because you did something wrong?"

"It's so strange this morning. Why are you all saying things I don't understand? Big singer? What guilty conscience?"

"Still pretending?" Jin Ling walked to the window. "You sang so many songs last night. Have you forgotten them all?"

"Did you?" Feng Yiping was stunned for a moment and shook his head. "I really don't remember anything at all."

"But why do you say these words with a bit of gnashing teeth?"

"Gnashing teeth? Can I help you recall it? You sang "A Beautiful Night with Full Moon" first, and then sang a lot of messy and out-of-tune songs, such as "Girl, come with me" and "Little sister, marry me."

"What?"

"I say, you are really good. I think you have sung such songs to many people."

It sounds like it's true, because the two songs Jin Ling mentioned should be the later songs.

"Not to mention, you asked Jing Ping to sing Prayer, and asked Ma Ling to sing Take_Me_To_Your_Heart. I heard that song was written by you,"

"Later, you insisted on asking Zhang Yan to sing a song called Because of Love, saying that it was your reserved song,"

"Ah?" Feng Yiping sat on the bed.

This, Jin Ling seemed to be unable to make up, because this song was also a later song.

It's just that others drink and write poems, and I just sing blindly when I'm drunk.

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

"I didn't have it!"

"This..."

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

"If you don't write a good song for me, I will resign after returning to China,"

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

Feng Yiping sat on the bed blankly.

What's wrong with me? Why do all of you like to talk to me with your nose this morning?