Chapter 732: Son

"Boss," Owen now saw the clue, he leaned forward and opened the passenger door, "Go,"

Feng Yiping seemed to flick it, "Ah, go?"

"Oh, I'm going," he looked in the rearview mirror, "what do I look like?"

"Very good," Owen encouraged him with a thumbs up, "Go,"

Feng Yiping took a breath, pushed the door and got out of the car, and slowly adjusted his state to the best, but unexpectedly, he tripped on the last step, Owen let out a "tsk", shook his head and covered his face eyes.

Fortunately, he didn't fall, he patted his chest, stroked his hair, pulled his clothes, and rang the doorbell.

With a "squeak", the door opened, and the black aunt just now was carrying her bag, and she seemed to be going out, she looked at the unexpected visitor in front of the door vigilantly, "Sir, who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for Ma Ling," he tried to keep his voice from trembling. When he spoke, he didn't look at the black aunt. He looked past her and looked into the room. In the living room, a baby carriage was prominently placed in the middle.

"Jenny, who's here?" Ma Ling, who had grown hair again, came out of the bedroom holding a baby bottle and holding a little guy in blue vest and shorts. When he looked up, he saw Feng Yiping at the door, "Bang "With a sound, the bottle fell to the floor.

Feng Yiping was also stunned.

That little guy, like Ma Ling, has fair skin and blue eyes, but has black hair. When Feng Yiping first saw it, he had a very familiar feeling, as if he was quite similar to himself.

The two adults were fighting foolishly, but the little one was very unhappy and struggled to pick up his own feeding bottle, but his mother stood there blankly, holding him tightly, unable to move, struggling a few times Next, to no avail, I cried with a "wow".

A black aunt named Jenny was between them, "Britt, do you know this person?"

"Ah, oh, Jenny, you go back, it's fine here," Ma Ling finally realized, turned his back, and patted the little guy, "Don't cry, baby, mommy will give you another soak."

"I'll come." Feng Yiping closed the door smoothly, shut the black aunt out, identified it, ran to the kitchen, saw that there was milk powder, but did not find another bottle, "Where is the bottle?"

"Second cabinet from above on the left,"

Next to the sofa, the little guy was standing in the toddler, holding a small hammer, and beating the little electronic organ in front of him, making a crisp sound. As soon as it sounded, he looked at his mother on the sofa, smiled happily, and then did it again.

Ma Ling held two Doudoubabies, put them on his cheeks, and smiled heartlessly at his son.

Feng Yiping, who was holding a baby bottle, seemed to be a non-existent person.

"Here, baby," he crouched beside the walker, handing the bottle over, trying to pat his head along the way.

Who knew that the little guy was very shameless, moaning and leaning towards his mother with the baby walker, it seemed that he was not very courageous.

Ma Ling took it and handed it to him without saying a word, and he held the handle himself and started drinking with a straw.

Feng Yiping sat on the sofa and kept a little distance from Ma Ling, "10 months?"

After a while, Ma Ling said, "Birthday is November 6th,"

Calculated, it should be the time when Ma Ling went to the capital, which also explained why she suddenly dropped out of school and why she lost contact in the middle.

"Why didn't you notify me?"

Ma Ling didn't speak.

"I'm sorry for your hard work!" Feng Yiping took Ma Ling's hand.

She pulled, but Feng Yiping didn't let go, so he held it, but he still leaned awkwardly, with his back to Feng Yiping.

Who knew that the little guy would stop doing it, drink milk, and even forcefully bring the toddler towards this side. Is this to protect his mother?

"Pfft," Ma Ling finally laughed, and shook Feng Yiping's hand away, "Have you had dinner yet?"

"What's his name?"

"Vincent, you are right here, I'm going to see what Aunt Jenny has cooked,"

Vincent, isn't that your English name?

Feng Yiping happily pushed Vincent towards the kitchen, "Let's go and see what's delicious,"

The meals in American families are very simple. Jenny prepared a steak, a vegetable salad, and a glass of orange juice for Ma Ling at night. It is obviously not enough for two people. "There are steaks, fish, and noodles," said Ma Ling Look at the refrigerator and say.

"I'll make noodles," Feng Yiping rolled up his sleeves, "By the way, can I stay here at night? The sofa is fine too?"

Ma Ling was noncommittal, "Baby, you eat mashed potatoes at night,"

Dele, it's fine if you don't object.

He ran out quickly, "Owen, you go back to the hotel first, I will look for you tomorrow if I have something to do,"

"Good boss," Owen drove to the hotel knowingly and wittily, without saying a word of nonsense.

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Feng Yiping made noodle soup with Chinese characteristics, added various seafood found in the refrigerator, and made a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, fried chicken nuggets with onions and carrots, not to mention Ma Ling, even the little guy smelled it, They all put down their potatoes, fish, and carrots, and ate a small bowl of noodles with soup.

For such a big child, he still acts more on instinct. After a meal, he feels that Feng Yiping treats him very well. Of course, it may be because of the blood connection. I can touch his little head and pinch his little face.

The little guy is so big, so everything is naturally centered on him. After eating, he has to help him take a bath. This time Feng Yiping hugged him, but he didn't object. He even touched his face with his hands, "Son, we go take a shower,"

Ma Ling followed behind, looking at Feng Yiping who was holding little Vincent in front, feeling very at ease.

"Is there a video camera? I want to film it,"

In the camera, Vincent is happily sitting in the bathtub playing with water and yellow skin ducks. Feng Yiping sincerely praised, "My son is so cute!"

This is not his bragging. Really, as a mixed-race child with excellent maternal and paternal parents, little Vincent combines the strengths of the East and the West. He is really not ordinary cute.

The original Feng Yiping also had a rare experience with those half-breed children who were cuter than dolls, and he never thought that he already had one.

"Of course, that's my son," Ma Ling took a bath for her son carefully, and said something casually. Then, the little guy poured water all over her face with a giggle.

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In the baby room, there was a soft lullaby. Ma Ling hugged his son and read brightly colored picture books with him. At the beginning, little Vincent pointed to the pictures quite energetically and communicated with his mother. , in fact, he said it decently now, that is, the word "mother".

After more than ten minutes, the little guy was a little sleepy, and in the early twenty minutes, he had already fallen asleep. Ma Ling put him in the crib, kept the night light on, and closed the door gently, and found that Feng Yiping was still taking pictures. , but now the picture is of the mother of the son, she smiled and shook her head, "You go take a shower first,"

When Feng Yiping came out wearing a towel, a cup and a bathrobe were already placed on the sofa. It seemed that he was really going to be the head of the department.

On the TV, Arthur Andersen, the world's five largest accounting firm, announced its withdrawal from the auditing industry due to various scandals. In the bathroom, Ma Ling also came out wearing a bathrobe. Feng Yiping patted the sofa, "Talk about it? "

"Why did you come to Washington?"

"I couldn't contact you last year, so I asked someone to come to the school. When I learned that you were suspended from school, I went to your home in Orlando, but I couldn't find you," Feng Yiping said, "I'm going back to China next month. to New York and Harvard, "

"To my house? When?"

"It should be September or October, too,"

"Oh, I was in Palm Beach sometimes during that time,"

"Palm Beach? I was there in mid-November last year, too,"

"Really?" Ma Ling remembered the time she saw the familiar figure in the ice cream shop, "Have you ever been to an ice cream shop?"

"Where are you?" Feng Yiping asked in surprise.

"I was driving by and thought I was reading wrong,"

"That's my girlfriend," Feng Yiping offered, "I'm sorry."

"Comeon, what's your apology?" Ma Ling smiled, "Don't scare me with words like being responsible. I enjoyed it too at the time. As for Vincent, that is the treasure God gave me."

These words are so powerful, tough, and masculine, "In short, when you needed my company most, I didn't know anything about it. I'm sorry for letting you bear so much alone!"

As an unwed mother under the age of 20, Feng Yiping can imagine the pressure.

"It's really okay," Ma Ling said freely, "Vincent is my greatest achievement,"

"At home, is there any pressure on you?"

"fine,"

Fortunately, there is.

That's right, no matter how enlightened the parents are, they won't be indifferent to things like getting pregnant before they are married.

"Do you want me to accompany you back to Oakland?"

"No," Ma Ling shook his head, "At the beginning, my parents asked about your situation, but I didn't tell you, and they never mentioned it later."

"I'm sorry," Feng Yiping patted him on the shoulder.

"It's really nothing, but I'm still very happy that you can ask someone to find me. Well, let's not talk about it. I think you have had a wonderful year this year. I saw you in the newspaper several times," Ma Ling changed the subject .

The two chatted like this. They haven't seen each other for more than a year, and so many things happened in the middle, there are too many topics to talk about, and the zero point passed before they knew it, and the strangeness gradually melted away, as if they were back to the time when they first met .

Just when the eyes of the two were a little glued, there was a movement from little Vincent, and it was time for him to eat at night.

"He is like this. After dinner at night, he always has to be hugged by me before he falls asleep," Ma Ling said, looking at Feng Yiping who was holding his son.

"Thank you." It is definitely not an easy task for a person to take care of the children at night and go to school during the day.

Ma Ling leaned up from behind and circled Feng Yiping, "I am willing,"

Once out of the baby room, Feng Yiping was pushed against the wall by Ma Ling, who was short of breath again, "Why You?"

During the deep French kiss, he actually still had time to think about this problem, then immediately turned around and pushed Ma Ling against the wall, this is the correct way to open the wall!

"hug me,"

Feng Yiping picked her up horizontally, and walked into the bedroom in three steps at a time. Ma Ling knelt on the bed, her lips stuck tightly to Feng Yiping's lips, and she untied the restraints on him, hooking him neck, falling backwards.

Under the soft light outside the window, her undistorted body was ivory-colored and a little hot. When we saw each other naked, she seemed to be trembling a little, and her uncontrollable panting by her ears could make Pfizer's magic medicine Get out of the eight streets.

Just as the sword and shoes were reaching, "Wait," Feng Yiping braked in time, "Where are the safety tools?"

"I don't have that thing, and the effect of that thing seems to be mediocre," Ma Ling kept groping for Feng Yiping, panting, "Go buy emergency contraception tomorrow, hurry up,"

However, when Feng Yiping actually entered, she cried out again, "It hurts, take it easy,"

"You didn't...?" Feng Yiping asked suspiciously.

"Yes, I didn't," Ma Ling hugged him tightly.