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Chapter 92

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    Feng Jian asked Ming Wanyun about his situation, but was unable to help for a while, so he and the little boy stood outside waiting.

    Although there is a little boy next to him, he completely lacks any innocence and cuteness.  The demonic sound penetrates my ears like the heater of the air conditioner behind me, making it difficult to escape.  Feng Jian reluctantly took out her wallet and watched the boy put away the banknotes. He frowned and pointed at the door: "She ordered you just now, why don't you ask her for money?"

    The boy raised his eyes and said seriously: "A sister is a sister, and an uncle is an uncle. I charge no fees for all sisters, and thieves have their ways."

    Feng Jian laughed dryly: "Forget it, you will study idioms carefully in the future."

    The little boy looked at him with pure black eyes: "You also need to pay tuition to study."

    Feng Jianpi smiled and took off his small hands from the side of his suit trousers, and the dark history of the past emerged in his mind.

    When the boy put his wallet in his pocket, Feng Jian saw the leather brand he had seen from Wanyun before. It was unbelievably expensive.  I didn't pay attention to the details of this child's clothing just now, but now I took a few more glances.

    ?????????????????????????????????Although he is shrewd and philistine in his age-appropriate appearance, he is well-educated and is not particularly objectionable.

    "But why are you running around in other people's homes?" Feng Jian asked tentatively.

    The boy replied slowly: "This is not someone else's house."

    Huh?  Um?  Hey, is this the gambling king's son?  But no matter whose son it is, it can be inferred that he is definitely not poor, so why is he still asking for money everywhere.

    The boy¡¯s eyes dimmed and he refused to reveal any more information.

    Feng Jian didn¡¯t make things difficult for the child, and just said: ¡°Do you call the people inside sister or aunt?¡±

    "Yeah, I called her sister."

    "So should you call me brother or sister?"

    The boy paused for a moment and suddenly raised his voice: "I should call you uncle! Uncle! Uncle! Uncle!!!"

    ¡­This little slick guy was not fooled at all.  To be honest, Feng Jian wanted to hit him on the head, but as soon as he raised his hand, the boy ran away.

    He stared at the little figure and rolled his eyes in the corner.

    Wan Yun explained his doubts: "He is not the son of the gambling king. His youngest son is studying in a Western junior high school." After a pause, he said softly, "It should be the child of today's bride-to-be."

    Feng Jian was a little surprised.  Unmarried illegitimate children are not uncommon, but the gambling king's family seems to have done a good job of keeping it secret. He recalled that the little boy had just walked through the banquet, and not many people were willing to take the initiative to pay attention to him. Even the bride-to-be didn't even look at him.

    Wan Yun looked hesitant: "The mother never paid attention, and the child's status became even more embarrassing. It is said that the gambling king's family only takes care of him perfunctorily, and usually leaves him alone in the manor"

    Feng Jian was silent, opened the curtains and looked outside.

    ??White balcony, green vegetation, the entire island is at your feet.  When the gambling king is away, this place should belong to the little boy.  But the little king asked strangers for money and refused to smile from beginning to end.

    Children from poor families are keen on money in order to survive among adults.  Children from rich families may be keen on money just to gain a sense of existence.  I really don¡¯t know whose life is more miserable.

    Wanyun said: "Probably, they are their parents."

    "How can a person who cannot even take responsibility for his own life and feelings have children?"

    Wan Yun¡¯s tone was light.  Feng Jian looked at her.  The family's darling and long-lasting beauty showed a bit of helplessness at this moment.  Everyone has scriptures that are difficult to recite.  No matter how much He Long loves Wanyun, he cannot replace his biological mother.  Being caught between my stepmother and my younger sister all year round, there are constant undercurrents, which is not very pleasant.

    But Wanyun never complained, never. Maybe it was the style of everyone, and he admired her.  The two looked at each other and moved away.  I probably knew that I couldn't really help the little boy at the moment, so I had no right to comment.  Presumably, they all have the same fears.

    Wan Yun took back her thoughts and felt a little worried while holding the replacement sanitary necessities.

    There is no trash can in the room, and embarrassing things are stained with blood and cannot be thrown away at will.  But there is still a long way to go to the hall or bathroom, so do you have to hold it in your hand?  It would be okay if I didn¡¯t meet anyone, but if I met someone

    Feng Jian waited for her for a while and then said, "Hey, put it in my suit pocket first."

    Wan Yun subconsciously withdrew her hand, Feng Jian took the opportunity and frowned at her.

    Wan Yun felt her face getting a little hot. She said, "If you have any waste paper and handkerchiefs, at least wrap them outside"

    Feng Jian spread his hands. The only waste paper he had on him today was banknotes.  There is no way, he is so rich now.

    Wan Yun smiled and said, "How about arresting the child and searching him again?"

      Uncle Feng twitched the corners of his mouth, obviously not wanting his heart to bleed any more.  "

    The previous embarrassment gradually disappeared.

    But Feng Jian hates the so-called collecting habit.

    The gambling king¡¯s luxurious antiques occupy the entire corridor on the first floor, including a sunken boat coffee table, calligraphy brushes and inkstones, stamps and paperweights, a dazzling array of materials, and abundant materials. In the entire mansion, the only place where garbage can be thrown seems to be the owner¡¯s face.  When it comes to taste, the Curator¡¯s Gallery is even better.  Speaking of practicality, having your own apartment is more convenient.

    However, Feng Jian is not surprised that Wanyun likes it here.

    Wan Yun said: "This manor, the curator's place and your apartment are actually very good. As long as you choose something appropriate and consistent with your wishes, it is enough. If it were me, I would prefer your apartment."

    Feng Jian was silent for a while, then he said: "I have rented the previous apartment for many years. If you like it too, I want to buy it now."

    When I was going downstairs, I met someone I didn¡¯t want to meet.  Zhou Yu and Du Wang walked up the steps hand in hand, with a close attitude.  The old man nodded kindly towards the two of them, while Zhou Yu stopped and wanted to speak to Wan Yun.  When he caught Feng Jian's gaze, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and smile.

    He gestured to Wan Yun to make a phone call, then turned to follow the gambling king.

    Wan Yun¡¯s face was expressionless, and Feng Jian made himself expressionless.

    When it comes to the wedding banquet, Wan Yun goes to the bathroom first.

    The bride-to-be had already finished the wine on their table. The wedding banquet had ended early and the guests were scattered. Wan Ling was left sitting alone at his original seat.  She probably drank a lot of champagne and her face was slightly red.  Seeing Feng Jian coming back, she held her chin and smiled: "Brother-in-law just went to find his sister?"

    Feng Jian was noncommittal, smiled brightly, and leaned over.  Feng Jian frowned and avoided it, but she just picked up the wine glass in front of him.

    Unlike Wanyun, Wanling's quietness is not relaxing.

    She leaned on the chair and sipped her wine, and suddenly said: "Wan Jin once asked me about you. Speaking of which, my family still owes you an apology."

    Feng Jian found this topic very boring.

    He said: "Oh, no need."

    "Zhou Yu also asked me about you¡ª¡ª"

    Feng Jian looked at Wan Ling. He was not sure what his expression was at that moment.

    Wan Ling suddenly lifted her back off the chair and put down her wine glass.

    "Actually, he asked me to bring you a message - he wants to meet my sister." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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