Hello, Mr. School Prince

Han Ling, "..."

She didn't want to talk anymore.

Ling Yiyong said, "This is not good. A man must have a sense of responsibility. You can't play with other girls' feelings. Who do you think tells your dad that dad will propose you a marriage, don't you know?"

Han Ling gave Ling Yiyong a white look, and he was embarrassed to say such things.

The old man married two wives, and still has the face to educate his son to have a sense of responsibility?

It's hilarious.

Although she felt a little uncomfortable, she did not say it. After all, this was the first time that a family of three went to a party.

She didn't want to be unpleasant and make people look at jokes.

"Dad, I can't stop others like me."

Ling Weifeng was very distressed, but his expression, how I look at it, is owing to him.

Ling Yiyong was also speechless.

He and Han Ling are both kind of low-key people, how can they give birth to a son so narcissistic.

"Why don't you leave?" Han Ling said lightly, as she sat on the auxiliary shelf, dignified and elegant.

Ling Yiyong's expression was a little stiff, "Let's wait for Xiaojiang."

Although he doesn't like Ling Jiang very much, but in any case, Ling Jiang is his son after all.

His blood was bleeding on him.

No matter how Ling Jiang came back then, he has already come to this world.

As a man, he is responsible to Ling Jiang.

Han Ling's face became gloomy in an instant.

When Ling Weifeng saw that something was wrong, he immediately changed the subject.

"Mom, what do you think of my hairstyle? Does it match the clothes."

Han Ling gave her a blank look, "Well, it's a good match, very handsome."

"That is, people look good, and they look good in everything."

Ling Yiyong, "..."

Han Ling, "..."

Child, will you die if you are less narcissistic.

This time, Father Tang's 60th birthday is not a grand feat.

Almost all celebrities in the city have arrived.

When Ling Weifeng arrived, he had already seen celebrities of all colors stepping into the old Tang house.

The old butler of the Tang family stood in front of the door to welcome guests.

Ling Yiyong took the post, took Han Ling, Ling Weifeng, and Ling Jiang, and first went to meet with Father Tang.

Ling Yiyong handed the prepared gift to Elder Tang, and then gave it a polite look, and then Ling Weifeng and Ling Jiang went to greet Elder Tang.

There was a decent smile on Ling Jiang's face, "Hello, Mr. Tang, I wish you a long life and good health."

Very regular greetings. This is the first time he has met with Mr. Tang. Facing the former president, he is naturally nervous.

On the contrary, Ling Weifeng acted very naturally, completely unlike the first time they met.

She smiled and said, "Hello Grandpa Tang, I wish you a blessing in the East China Sea, and a longevity than Nanshan, and live and be younger."

With a sentence of Grandpa Tang, the relationship was brought closer in an instant.

Oh, it’s good to be younger, you can be cute and cute.

She is always lovable and exquisite. She talks to people when she sees people and talks to ghosts.

Very able to please the elders.

Father Tang laughed from ear to ear.

"Well, this is Xiaofeng, right? He looks really watery."

Ling Weifeng, "..."

She bitterly said, "Grandpa Tang, you bully me, Shui Ling describes a girl."

"Hehe, okay, not water spirit, but smart."

Ling Weifeng grinned, "Thank you Grandpa Tang for the compliment."

"Hey, what a good boy, I heard some time ago that you live in the Presidential Palace. Old man, I wanted to see you, but this person is getting old and unhealthy."

The presidential palace is Tang Fengyang's residence, and he lives in the old Tang house, so although Ling Weifeng lived in the presidential palace for a few days.

But he has never seen Old Man Tang.