Mad Master's Favorite Male Face

Hei Xuanlie didn't appear in Feng Wuyang's line of sight until late at night, and Hei Xuanlie didn't see anything else when he returned home, but he saw one big and one small huddled together, all staring at him with staring eyes .

"Why haven't you rested yet?" There was no embarrassment or unfamiliar tone and expression, as if this scene had happened often before, he took off his coat casually, threw it on the sofa, and moved towards another row of sofas comfortably Walking away, with the kindest smile on his face.

A man who was originally strong and unrestrained instantly became a peerless handsome man with a perfect family style.

"Stop." The older one, namely Feng Wuyang, spoke, but scolded the man not to approach him.

"Stop." The little ghost Pan Diling said the same, imitating his Uncle Feng.

"Tell me, why did you come back so late." It made me lose even the feeling of fighting.

"Tell me, why did you come back so late." The young and clear voice repeated.

No matter how warm and lovely this picture looks, it makes Hei Xuanlie feel a little dizzy and fiery. This scene once appeared in his dream, isn't it? I don't know when it will really become a reality.

When will his own reflection appear in his eyes, I am looking forward to it!

"When did you have such a tacit understanding and such a good relationship." Hei Xuanlie would stand still obediently, of course not.While speaking, he had already sat down next to Feng Wuyang, but Feng Wuyang immediately hugged the kid and sat on another row of sofas, as if Hei Xuanlie was an evil virus and had to stay away.

Hei Xuanlie didn't show any displeasure, and he didn't follow up. Instead, he leaned on the back of the back like a cheetah, sitting there majestic and domineering but yet elegant, and his nobility could be seen at a glance.

"Our relationship is already very good." They said in unison, absolutely in unison.

"That's it! Then why don't you two rest so late, Ling'er, you didn't take good care of our distinguished guests." Hei Xuanlie could invisibly release his majesty while speaking, a little dissatisfied with his own nephew so late No, it's a move not to let Feng Wuyang rest.

"Uncle, it was Uncle Feng who asked me to accompany him, so it's not that Ling'er didn't take good care of him." In front of Feng Wuyang, Pan Diling was a real brat, but in front of Hei Xuanlie and others, he was completely innocent. He is completely the sole successor of the Pan family who can handle major affairs alone.Although he respects and loves his uncle, when Feng Wuyang is around, Pan Diling seems to have someone to rely on in his heart, a godlike uncle who can boldly refute his own.

"It turned out to be like this, so Wuyang, you just waited for me to come back, you are looking for me in a hurry! Why don't you wait until tomorrow to talk about it." Look, this is the art of speaking. When Hei Xuanlie said this, Feng Wuyang really seemed to have waited until now just to see him.

Feng Wuyang couldn't help calling himself, to endure, to endure, the man in front of him is no longer a normal human being, but a vicious evildoer, he has a lot of adults, so he doesn't care about it like him.

After taking a deep breath.

"I want an identification card, not in a month, but in a day, I want it tomorrow, I know you can do it, don't push me against it." Feng Wuyang went straight to the point, explaining what she wanted to say clearly.

"Wuyang is embarrassing me! I used to be able to do it because I was the CEO of League of Legends, and I have as many identification cards as I want, but now I am not the CEO, so I let you Ling'er told you, don't walk around outside this month, a month is not a very long time, Wu Yang thought I was deliberately embarrassing you! With the friendship between the two of us, how could I delay on purpose?" Hei Xuan What Lie said is right, as the former CEO of the alliance, he has a high position and authority, and an identification card is just a matter of one sentence, but it is different now.

However, Hei Xuanlie did not tell Feng Wuyang that the League of Legends begged him to take up the post of CEO again, but he resolutely rejected it.

As for whether he can still have that kind of power and majesty now, only Hei Xuanlie himself knows.

"That's right! Uncle Feng, I almost forgot to tell you that my uncle has been dismissed for a long time. But don't worry, Ling'er will be with you at home this month, Uncle Feng, you won't be bored." Okay!Being mingled with by the little ghost, Hei Xuanlie's statement is finalized, Feng Wuyang must be an otaku for a month.

And Hei Xuanlie almost applauded when he heard what his nephew said like a stroke of genius; well said.

"Forget you, don't fall into my hands in the end, and don't beg me in the end." Knowing that the matter of the identification card has not been settled, under Hei Xuanlie's unclear expression, Feng Wuyang had no choice but to hug him. The little ghost walked to the room prepared for him to catch up on sleep, but he still couldn't help cursing in his heart.

Damn Hei Xuanlie, I don't believe you didn't ask me for a day.