Fortunately, I am young and have a good memory, so I can remember things even after such a long time.
"Yes, that's me!"
Since the children recognized them all, they quickly said to the people next to them:
"Uncle Xiao Si, I know this brother Qi Zhou."
Xiao Si then waved to his two subordinates, and Feng Ming was finally let go.
"Brother, what do you want from Congee?"
Feng Ming shook his head:
"No, I'm looking for gyour father."
Um?
"Are you a fan of my dad?"
The children now know what fans are. I went to the kindergarten today and was given a good science education by my classmates. In the past, the children did not feel that their fathers were any different, but that they were just a little bit more powerful. That¡¯s all.
Feng Ming thought for a moment before answering this question:
"That's right, but I'm not that kind of fan. I amyesthe kind that I admire and admire very much."
The child tilted his neck:
¡°Brother, aren¡¯t these just fans?¡±
There is no difference at all!
Sweat
Feng Ming sighed:
"No, that's wrong. I know your father, and your father also knows me."
You should be able to understand this explanation, right?
Indeed, the children are not stupid, of course they understand.
"You said my father knows you?"
The child didn¡¯t look like he was three years old at this time. He was very old-fashioned and asked questions.
Feng Ming focused his head:
"Yes, if you don't believe it, you can call and ask."
The child blinked, then raised his wrist and commanded to call his father.
However, the call was not connected and the phone was turned off.
The suspicion in Xiao Si¡¯s eyes never dissipated. He reached out and pulled the child towards his arms:
"Young master, the second young master should be on the plane at the moment." explained.
The child said oh, daddy is on the plane, no wonder the phone is turned off.
However, Feng Ming smiled and squatted down, not showing any fear of Xiao Si and the others.
"I'll give you a number. Believe it or not, you can get through?"
The children were very surprised when they heard:
"Brother, you can't make phone calls on the plane!" But I didn't forget to popularize the knowledge about flying.
Feng Ming has already reported a series of numbers. Strangely, there are only seven digits.
Generally, mobile phone numbers have one digit. Even if it is a landline number, it is still eight digits!
The children¡¯s memories are pretty good. They memorized the information in one go and actually dialed it.
Feng Ming smiled even brighter, with a smile of success all over his face.
But the child in front of him looked at him as if he were a fool.
This brother is obviously good-looking, but why does he have a bad head?
Fortunately, I just complained a little in my heart.
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On the plane, the first-class cabin was completely occupied by the crew, including the director and creative staff.
We were supposed to fly at 4:50, but it was delayed for half an hour and we still had to wait. It was said to be due to weather conditions.
Then, one by one, everyone was chatting, and it was very lively.
Fu Jiyan was sitting with his assistant, resting with his eyes closed, when he felt his phone vibrating in his trouser pocket.
Opening his eyes, there was a flash of doubt in his eyes.
If I remember correctly, you turned off the plane before getting on the plane?
But since the call had already come in and the plane hadn¡¯t taken off yet, I took out my cell phone and connected it.
"Hello~"
"dad!"
Um?
Little cub?
His expression changed instantly: "Fu Zhizhou, how did you know this number?"
On the other side of the phone, the child was startled by his father¡¯s cold voice, and then he answered in a low voice:
"Dad, I have an older brother. He said his name was Feng Ming. He also said he knew dad, and said dad also knew him."