The blue sky is filled with white clouds like flying catkins, and among the white clouds there are traces left by planes, which are quiet and vivid.

The water surface near the pier is calm, and the waves caused by the docking ships only leave a gentle "brushing" sound on the wooden stakes on the pier, and the atmosphere is gentle.

There are many tourists, their expressions are idle, but they are orderly, and no one makes loud noises. The most lively ones are those flying in the sky, those standing on the railings, and various seabirds walking on the ground.

They shouted, flapped their wings, and interacted with tourists openly, as if this part was their territory.

The happy Ma Wenqian paid attention to Feng Yiping with the light of his eyes, hurriedly walked behind and kicked Pang An.

"I...," Pang An, who was still slapped at the ground with a few sea birds intently. Before he could even speak up his words, he suddenly felt a sudden sternness when he saw Ma Wenchen walking past without stopping. He just raised his eyes and saw Feng Yiping holding Vincent there, and was also stunned!

I'm going, is that his son? They're so old?

The one in front of me who was not looking back was his woman?

Haha, it's so exciting! Many people know that Feng Yiping had a fixed girlfriend during his college years. It is said that he went to the United States with him and participated in the activities of the San Francisco Consulate in the country. Now, he actually gave birth to such a big son with a blonde beauty.

Pang An pressed the shutter several times without hesitation.

However, the angle was a bit bad, and Feng Yiping blocked the child for more than half.

Moreover, Feng Yiping was holding a mixed-race child alone, which actually didn’t explain anything. It would be better to stand with the three of the child’s mother and take a picture, which would be convincing.

Pang An moved quietly among the crowd, wanting to move to the front.

Fortunately, Feng Yiping and his party did not rush to leave the dock. He squatted on the ground and teased a seagull on the ground with the incredibly cute mixed-race child. Watching their interactions, it was definitely not that the brother next door took the neighbor's children to play together, but that was definitely that the father and son were on vacation.

However, that blonde girl seemed to be only caring for her parents, but there should be better opportunities, Pang An thought.

Just like the will of heaven, Pang Angang had this idea, and Ma Ling over there meant to take a photo with Feng Yiping and his son on the dock.

Haha, God really helps me!

He was also delighted to see that the tall blonde beauty was holding Feng Yiping's arm intimately and was about to lean her head on his shoulder. Bingo, at this moment, Pang An's hand was pressed on the shutter and was about to press it, but suddenly she was shocked again.

Feng Yiping casually glanced behind John who was holding the camera, and looked at him with Pang An, who was still separated from John.

Fortunately, he immediately withdrew his gaze, which made Pang An breathe a sigh of relief. Yes, why am I nervous? He doesn't know me.

But Feng Yiping suddenly looked back, and at the same time, his hands quickly covered Vincent's face. Why does this Asian man holding a camera feel like he had seen him there?

Pang An could no longer press his hand.

This was the first time he knew that Feng Yiping, who looked very gentle and had a smile on his face just now, could actually bring such great pressure when he looked at him coldly!

He suddenly changed from a harmless sunny boy to an oppressive domineering president.

Seeing the ghost, why is he so alert? It was just that he just looked through the car window in front of the convenience store that day. Could it be that he could still remember me?

However, this photo cannot be taken. His driver and another strong man have already walked towards Pang An and were discovered!

Pang An lifted the camera helplessly and took a picture of a seabird flying through the air.

"What's wrong?" John looked back and saw only the tourists walking behind him, and an Asian man photographing birds.

"It's okay," Feng Yiping took away his hand covering his son, "It's OK, Vincent, smiled at the camera,"

As soon as John pressed the shutter, Pang An walked straight towards Feng Yiping, but passed them without looking side by side, walked to the dock, and photographed the seabird parked on the railing.

Is he a seabird enthusiast? Feng Yiping is still a little suspicious.

Owen walked behind him and whispered, "I have arranged for someone to stare at him,"

"I think he looks familiar. Have you ever seen him?"

"Familiar?" Owen was a little surprised, but he knew the boss's memory very well. Since he said he looked familiar, he must have seen it before, "I understand,"

"Is there something wrong?" Seeing Feng Yiping's actions just now, Ma Ling had already put on a pair of sunglasses on Vincent, covering most of his face.

"It's okay," Feng Yiping rubbed his son's head.

Being alert is being alert, but now I am equivalent to refining my golden body. How can any demons and monsters take the initiative to provoke them?

He really doesn't believe that there will be any website or media in China that dares to casually disclose the personal information he does not want to disclose.

In fact, from the beginning, after the reform and opening up, a group of rich people were born again. At least the families and children of the top rich people in China were made public, otherwise the public would not have the opportunity to understand them.

Judging from the results, it should be said that the domestic media is still somewhat ethical, even if most of them are not voluntary, even if there may be opportunities such and such. For example, it is not ruled out that people around the rich will take the initiative to reveal the news, but they still stick to this.

Feng Yiping fully believes that under the premise that his wealth is far ahead of other wealthy people in China and he has taken ruthless measures to deal with the media that dares to blackmail him, he will definitely not be an exception.

However, he got a wrong direction. This time it was not the media targeting him, but the second-generation official Wang, who was targeting him.

Perhaps it was because of grandparents and parents who were there. Vincent, who had always been not very brave, jumped into the large group of seabirds this time, shouting "drink" and shocked them to fly and escape.

This kid has grown his skills, Feng Yiping said intently.

However, more and more people are getting rich in China. The person who is lean and looks inconspicuous must be from China because Feng Yiping saw the phone he put in his ear. Xia Xin, who has been very popular in the domestic market in the past two years, is very conspicuous when the flip cover is very conspicuous.

If Feng Yiping stood in front of that compatriot, he would see that his hand holding the paper bag was constantly moving inside the paper bag.

Yang Shan pressed Pang An and clamped the camera in the paper bag tightly with his arms, but his hands pressed the shutter inside, while trying to walk steadily and straightly so that the scene behind him could be taken into the camera.

But he couldn't help but sweat on his back.

Because he could feel Feng Yiping's eyes falling on him.

After trying to walk out of the square as calmly as possible and turn into a road next to it, the feeling of being on the back finally disappeared.

"Success?" Ma Wenqian jumped out from the side.

"Yes," Yang Shan was originally a little hunched up because of the excessive pressure just now, "I took a lot of photos."

"I just knew you were reliable," Ma Wenjun happily slapped him on the shoulder, "Hmph, Pang An even claimed to be professional,"

But they waited there for nearly 40 minutes. Before the Pang An people came, they only called, "You go back to the hotel first, don't worry about me."

"What happened?"

Pang An seemed like a leisurely tourist, walking along the pier casually, "Feng Yiping left, but I feel that someone is still staring at me."

"Then you just be a tourist and have fun here for two days," Ma Wenqian said quickly. If Feng Yiping touched his head along Pang An, he would not dare to imagine what that guy would do.

"Okay," Pang An hung up the phone and wiped his sweat on his forehead. Hell, why is Feng Yiping so alert?

"Let's go back to the hotel," Ma Wenqian immediately reached out to stop a car, he felt that it was not safe here.

Fortunately, the result was finally achieved. Now, as long as you go back to Silicon Valley and take pictures of Feng Yiping and his girlfriend, it will be done.

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"Quick, put it on and take a look," as soon as he entered the door, Ma Wenqian couldn't wait to turn on the computer.

But Yang Shan, who was looking at his own shooting results, couldn't help but curse, "Grass!"

"What's wrong?" Ma Wenqian's heart sank. He took the camera and looked at it. The first shot was blocked by an old American man with a big belly. He could only see Feng Yiping and the woman next to him. The second shot was only to see a big bird with wings spreading...

He unwillingly copied all the photos to the computer, but the result was very frustrating. Strictly speaking, none of them could be used, either someone was blocked or was blocked by a bird - Vincent accidentally created a lot of difficulties for them.

Looking at Yang Shan lying on the bed, Ma Wenqian had to cheer up, "We are not as professional as Pang An, and the result is already good."

"What's more, from an optimistic perspective, we have already grasped his unknown secret, right?"

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Chapter completed!