"Try it," John took out a cigar when he saw Feng Yiping following him.

"Thank you," Feng Yiping waved his hand. He was not interested in either thick cigars or fine cigarettes.

John also knew this, so Feng Yiping felt that he should have something to say to him.

"We plan to keep this lane and widen and lengthen appropriately so that it can become a roller skating trail that allows Vincent to skate at home, skateboarding, or other similar sports," he said.

"Here, I want to install a trampoline that is flush with the ground, and there, it can be used as a basketball court..."

Feng Yiping thought that John wanted to tell him about the reconstruction, so he talked endlessly about his plans and Ma Ling.

Because my image is becoming more and more well-known now, and my particularity in personal relationships, it is obviously not suitable to take Vincent to some public places to do such exercises.

Most of the parent-child time between him and Vincent can only be at home, which is also the original intention of his and Ma Ling to plan to renovate it like this.

"Oh," John was stunned for a moment, walking back and forth with a cigar, as if he had measured it with steps. "If you want to have a more interesting life with Vincent at home, such a reconstruction is not bad, but since you have invested so much energy to renovate, why not buy a piece of land to build it? That effect is definitely the best,"

"As for this, whether it is selling or holding, it is actually good. I am optimistic about the housing prices in Silicon Valley."

"It's really a good suggestion, but I like this place," Los Gatus, both in the natural environment and inhabitants, is very suitable for home.

Especially this area is a good place to be quiet in the midst of chaos and is close to that mountain.

"Then we will demolish it all, expand the area a little, redesign it, and rebuild it,"

In fact, John also felt that at least this residence was a bit inconsistent with Feng Yiping's identity, and his house was bigger and more luxurious than here.

"This..." Although he knew that it must be the best to do that, Feng Yiping pondered for a moment.

"Oh, I understand," John immediately switched from the identity of the real estate developer to the identity of Ma Ling's father, "You want to be low-key,"

This is indeed a piece of old ginger. I understand so quickly why Feng Yiping would rather rebuild than build a new one.

"Before Google went public, we were followed and photographed by many reporters. I think this kind of thing will not be missing in the future," said Feng Yiping.

That's natural. In the future, many of the sections under Facebook or nextdoor will probably have to be listed. At that time, the same situation may still occur.

Besides, in such a community of households and houses, isn’t it a deliberate reminder of the attention of those who are interested?

This is a somewhat embarrassing question.

Because when they mentioned this issue, they naturally thought that Marling and Vincent, at least for a period of time, must bear such an inability to see the light.

John turned his head to one side and sucked a cigar in big mouth.

After a little silence for a while, both of them felt something was wrong, "John..." "There is something..." The two of them spoke almost at the same time.

"You first," Feng Yiping actually realized just now that at the beginning, what John wanted to say to him was not a problem of reconstruction.

"That," John seemed a little unspeakable, "Anne..."

"Gentlemen," Heidi came over, "Have you agreed?"

"Their plans are great," said John, "I'll go and have a walk."

He walked to the empty house with a cigar in his mouth, looked around, knocking on the wall and the pillars.

"Don't mind, he's that," Heidi said with a smile.

"I can understand," said Feng Yiping.

"Feng," Heidi pulled Feng Yiping for a moment, "I want to tell you something,"

They and their husbands have something to tell themselves.

"you say,"

"Annie is usually very good, but every time she has a bad relationship, she doesn't care too much about the feelings of others. Generally, at this time, Ma Ling will be the target of her, sisters, you know,"

So that's what happened!

"I know, generally speaking, families with more siblings, that is, the age gap between siblings is relatively large, and the biggest one is a boy, so the relationship will be better."

"Oh Heidi, I don't mean anything to be sexist,"

"I understand, you're right. Ma Ling and Anne, especially Anne, are often competing with Ma Ling, so if she says something in the past two days..."

"It's okay," Feng Yiping said immediately.

He glanced at John, thinking that this was the case that John wanted to tell him.

They are so worried about their feelings now that they did not expect such a big change when they first met in Hawaii.

"Heidi, I want to ask, who won more times in the war between Marling and Anne?"

"Haha," Heidi really didn't expect that Feng Yiping would actually care about this issue. "Of course it was Ma Ling. Since Anne entered the third grade, she has not given up on Anne again. Since then, whether it is talking or taking action, most of it is Anne who has the disadvantage,"

"Why, can't you see it?"

“I’m trying to imagine a scenario like that,”

It's really impossible to see that Ma Ling is naturally not the kind of obedient gentleness in front of him, but it is still far from the powerful image Heidi described.

"Yes, when I was a child, there were still many boys holding love letters and running away from her crying. Now, who can imagine it? It's because she found the right person,"

Feng Yiping didn't know how to answer this.

"Let's go, we have to go ahead and take a look. I'm worried that the two of them will fight in front of Vincent," Heidi immediately changed the subject.

"John?"

"He? Humph, you didn't see it. Did he dodge it on purpose?"

Well, Feng Yiping wanted to laugh a little, but he didn't expect that an authentic old white man from the south of the United States, such as John, would have such passive escapes at home, and it seems that this is not the first time.

…………

Heidi, who was a little worried, took Feng Yiping back to the front. In the hall, she only saw Anne lying on the sofa with her pillow in her arms, on the ground, and on the coffee table, with all kinds of potato chips and snacks in her hands. Vincent was like an obedient little assistant, following her instructions to change the TV station.

"Where is Ma Ling?"

"I beat her away," Anne clapped her hands twice.

"No, dad, mom prepares dinner in the kitchen,"

"Is that?" Anne picked up Vincent, pinched his little face and said, "You little guy, like your mother, you like to tell the news,"

"No, it's not me who told me," Vincent said with a smile, "It's my aunt, you are lying,"

This kid can really grasp the key points of the matter.

But it seems that Anne still likes her nephew very much, not that she doesn't know how to restrain her negative emotions at all.

"Heidi, you have some rest first," Vincent immediately ran off his aunt, "Grandma, are you tired? I have a hot cocoa that I like very much. Do you want a drink?"

"Why don't you know how to give me a drink?" Annie shouted, "Don't you love my aunt either?"

"I'll go and see Ma Ling," said Feng Yiping.

He felt that it would be better to stay away from Anne in the manic period, so as not to suffer from the disaster of Ma Ling's pond.

Annie watched Feng Yiping hurriedly walk towards the kitchen and called out, "Brother-in-law,"

"Annie," Feng Yiping didn't stop and turned around and smiled.

"Brother-in-law, don't leave, I have a question to ask you,"

Feng Yiping immediately accelerated his pace, which was definitely not a good problem.

Annie looked at Feng Yiping as if she was running away and couldn't help laughing, "Brother-in-law, have you ever thought about going to Utah to join the Mormon religion (who believes in multiple marriages, specifically polygamy)?"

Feng Yiping paused for a moment. This Annie really dared to stab anything.

Fortunately, I walked fast.

Behind him, Vincent was asking, "Auntie, what is Mormonism?"

Then Anne's cry of pain, "Heidi, stop, stop, stop, stop,"

Feng Yiping quietly looked back and saw Heidi was using the sofa pillow beside her as a weapon and threw it towards Annie. Vincent was also standing on the same front with his grandmother with great enthusiasm.

Annie, who was quick-talking just now, could only be beaten passively.

"Good fight!"

Hey, I didn't say anything?

When he looked back, Ma Ling, wearing an apron, ran out of the kitchen, stood there from afar, watching with excitement on his face, and seemed to want to join the ranks of throwing pillows.

As soon as she saw Feng Yiping, she immediately ran over with a smile, "Ping, the cake is baked, come and try it."

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Chapter completed!