"Singing?" Huang Jingping was also a little suspicious. Is he really drunk or fake drunk now, or is he doing something with drunkenness.

Because in her impression, Feng Yiping is the kind of person who is quiet and can't cause trouble even if he is drunk. He is the so-called "wen drunk".

But why are there so many dramas now?

But the two little guys had already applauded, "Okay, OK,"

They just like this kind of excitement.

Actually, I didn't seem to hear my dad sing much, right?

Just like the toast before, about singing, Feng Yiping only said, and then held a child with one hand, or when he was supported by two children, he started singing, "Spring breeze..., sorry, it's high,"

He coughed and opened his voice again, "The spring breeze blows, blows into my heart. My heart misses you, and I can't fall asleep. Why do you, you, don't understand the intention of falling flowers, can only look at the bright moon outside the window..."

Is this really sung? Huang Jingping looked at him blankly and couldn't help but remember the incident of singing "Prayer" with him when she was in Liangjiahe Middle School.

That was also the beginning of myself step by step.

At that time, every minute and every second, I really feel sweet when I think about it.

She looked at Feng Yiping, holding his daughter in his arms, sitting on the sofa, singing while teaching her to beat the slap, and his eyes suddenly became red...

This is really like a dream!

Ma Ling opened her eyes wide and looked at Feng Yiping. Everything he did tonight was a little beyond her expectations.

She felt as if she had met him again.

Oh by the way, my parents suddenly showed up on the beach in Hawaii with their sister, and blocked themselves with Vincent, who were playing with him. Finally, I knew who Vincent's father was that night. Didn't he sing a song in the bar on the rooftop?

Ma Ling remembered it very clearly that he rewrites an English lyrics based on a Chinese song, taking\meo\your\heart.

"Take\meo\your\heart,take\meo\your\soul,give\me\your\hand\and\hold\me," Ma Ling has always remembered the melody of the song and the lyrics of these lines.

She also remembered the song she sang that night very clearly, e\aay\ith\me.

"Flying with me, I will always love you. I want to hear the sound of rain falling on the thin leather roof. When I wake up, I will hang securely in your arms. Everything is for you. Follow me tonight and fly high,"

I and him have been flying away several times. For my family, it seems that they are going away now. After all, I have a child with a Chinese man on the other side of the ocean.

Gao Fei? From a worldly perspective, at least it has flew high.

If you are with the youngest billionaire in the world who is over 10 billion yuan, and just graduated and are in a world-renowned company, you are not considered as a powerful executive, then there seems to be nothing in this world that can be considered as a high flying.

Of course, Ma Ling doesn't care what others think.

Previously, he didn't want Feng Yiping to choose to disappear from his life because he was pregnant. Later, he found that he couldn't let him go, so he chose the current lifestyle... She has never been a person who cares too much about the opinions of people around her.

She looked at Vincent leaning against Feng Yiping, with her eyes wide open and staring at her father intently, and a strong sense of happiness and satisfaction surged into her heart.

She suddenly felt a little shy.

She remembered the night she first met Feng Yiping, her firm and decisive wall thrust.

However, if he had not taken the initiative and with his restrained personality, he would have been afraid that he would not take any action even if he had been wandering around until dawn overnight.

Then, there will be no such thing as it is now.

Fortunately, I was bold at that time.

Well, it should be said that my decisiveness then turned a night into a night, which was also very important.

"Jin, what is Ping singing?" She touched the golden ling who was holding the wine glass but still motionless.

Jin Ling had long seen Huang Jingping and Ma Ling's expressions.

It seems that both of them have memories related to Feng Yiping's singing, and it seems that those memories are still sweet.

Hum, but I don't.

Oh, neither Zhang Yan.

However, seeing that the little girl looks focused now, she is a fan girl, so it’s better not to say it.

"I think I have to tell you a movie first. It's a bad love film in which a poor boy cured a princess with strong body odor and finally flew with the princess...,"

"This song is pretty good, the name of the song is good, the flowers are full of moonlight, but this lyrics?"

"The spring breeze is blowing, will the autumn breeze be shining now?"

Or, for a irresponsible seed like you, as long as there is a girl here, it will definitely be the spring breeze?

"He's still pounding and unable to fall asleep? Is he a 28-year-old girl?" Jin Ling took a big sip of wine. He had two old drivers, and he was still pretending to be innocent and innocent?

"Is that so? I think it's pretty good," said Ma Ling.

Jin Ling looked at Ma Ling with her eyes flashing at Feng Yiping, thinking that she really couldn't save you, "It's good if you think it's good,"

By the way, will you feel that there is a little bad thing about him now?

"It's on this beautiful night of flowers and moon, and the two people love each other. On this beautiful night of flowers and moon, lovers are in pairs," Jin Ling looked at Feng Yiping and suddenly swept over her. She was just full of opinions and immediately lowered her head.

At this moment, she could not resist the heat in Feng Yiping's eyes.

Ten Tony Leung packed up, the electricity released in his eyes was not as good as Feng Yiping at this time.

But wait, why did there be an echo?

She looked around and it turned out that the little girl Zhang Yan also started to hum.

"I said, you, who else in this world can play with you and fly together,"

I said, can’t you have some ambition?

"Hehe, I sang so well, please forgive me, okay, there is really no applause?"

So there was applause immediately.

"Cool, Dad, you're so cool," Vincent jumped and clapped on the couch.

Feng Yiping kissed his son hard, and he deserved to be my son, so supportive.

"Dad, let's have another song, let's have another song," Amanda held his hand and shook it hard.

"I'll think about it again,"

Outside the house, the leaves rustled under the pursuit of the wind, adding a silence to this moonlit night.

And in the room, the show has just begun.

…………

"A sneezing," Feng Yiping sneezed heavily and finally woke up from his sleep.

The eyes were filled with dazzling eyes. He blocked his eyes. Who am I? Where am I?

"Hehe, dad, dad, get up, get up quickly," the child's laughter and scream became clearer and clearer.

Feng Yiping finally woke up.

"Hi, little guys," he saw the blade of grass in Amanda's hand and immediately knew why he sneezed just now.

"What time is it?" he sat up.

"It's ten o'clock just now, mom asked us to wake you up,"

"Is it already ten o'clock? I've actually slept for so long? Come on, let dad hug you,"

"No," the two children laughed and jumped away, "Dad, you smell so smelly,"

"Is there any? How is that possible?"

"Mom said, you smell like a wine,"

Feng Yiping sniffed, yes, it was true.

"Dad, get up quickly, we'll listen to you singing," Vincent said.

"Sing?"

"Okay, stop making trouble for you two," Huang Jingping walked in, "Let your dad take a shower,"

"This is the clothes that Leticia brought from her home," she put a set of clothes on the bed, opened the window, and suddenly, a refreshing wind blew in.

There are still birds crying in the wind.

"Looking at the smell of alcohol in this room, can't you drink less alcohol?"

Feng Yiping touched his head, "Nothing happened last night, right?"

Huang Jingping glared at him, "That depends on what you are expecting to happen,"

"I can tell you that you didn't even have candy in your room last night. If you smell the alcohol in this room, you will have to blow it for several days before it can be dissipated."

"Hehe," Feng Yiping rubbed his nose, "If I get drunk, I usually sleep a lot."

"Ah, ah?" Huang Jingping, who was pulling Amanda off the bed, was stunned. "Water huh? You don't really remember what happened last night, right?"

"What can happen?" Feng Yiping looked confused.

Then he whispered in his hometown dialect, "Did I pull you in tonight? But what does that matter? Right, baby, mother,"

Huang Jingping's face turned red, "Hmph, you think beautifully,"
To be continued...