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Chapter 177 Chapter 177: Seven or Eight Cartons
Xu Shengxiang turned his face to the side and looked at the source of the sound: "Mother Tang? Why are you here when you have time?"

Tang Wanqing looked as usual, and smiled softly: "I just received a courier, it's yours, and I'll bring it for you by the way."

She came over, raised her hand and handed over a cardboard box.

express delivery?
Xu Shengxiang stared at the paper box, stunned for a moment, and then reached out to take it after a few seconds.

She almost forgot that every birthday, she would receive a courier, and she was no stranger to this incident.

What she didn't notice was...

Standing behind her was Fengcheng, when his eyes touched the express box in her hand, the black mist at the bottom of his eyes quickly gathered, and his cold gaze lost any warmth.

His thin lips were pursed tightly, and his face was so gloomy that it was a little scary.

He lowered his head slightly, his black hair fell down, brushing his eyebrows and eyes, blocking the emotions inside.

Tang Wanqing looked at her with a smile, her tone as gentle as water: "Aren't you going to take it apart and have a look?"

Xu Shengxiang stared at the cardboard box in his hand, hesitated for a moment: "Uh, let's open it later..."

Tang Wanqing didn't say much, she pondered for a while, and then continued: "Xiangxiang, have you looked for Little Xingxing recently?"

Xu Shengxiang was stunned for a moment: "No..."

Too many things happened recently, she was in a cloud of fog, and she didn't even bother to find Little Xingxing.

Think of it this way.

Since the group left...

Little Xingxing has not come to look for her for a long time.

Tang Wanqing pondered for a while: "If you have time, I'd better go and see him. After Tuanzi left, he seemed to be more silent than before."

Xu Shengxiang lowered his head and pondered for a while, then felt a flash of self-blame in his heart, and nodded: "Yes, I know Mama Tang."

"Okay, then you all are well, I'll go down first." Tang Wanqing smiled softly, turned around and went downstairs without saying anything.

Looking at the back of Tang Wanqing leaving, Feng Cheng was thoughtful, with his hands in his trouser pockets, and his tall figure followed him downstairs.

Seeing Fengcheng walk by, Xu Shengxiang was a little puzzled.

Getting ready to follow.

His eyes moved down and landed on the paper box in his hand.

She paused, bit her lower lip, sighed slightly, looked away, took the paper box, and returned to her room.

She closed the door, walked to the wardrobe, and opened the door directly.

The cabinet door was opened, and the contents inside were neatly arranged.

In the corner of the cabinet, there are already no less than seven or eight cartons piled up, all of which have not been opened.

There was no emotion on Xu Shengxiang's delicate face, and he put the paper box in his hand into it, and closed the cabinet door.

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Feng Cheng put his hands in his trouser pockets, came to the door of the office, raised his arms and was about to knock on the door, when he heard someone talking from inside.

"Can you give me a little more time? This is not a small sum. I need some time to raise money..." It was Tang Wanqing's voice.

"I know it's been a grace period of one month, but I really can't come up with so much money at once. Give me a few more days, can you?"

The other party didn't know what to say, and Tang Wanqing became agitated: "In three days, with so many children, where can we move? Isn't this difficult for you?"

After a long silence, the phone was dropped heavily.

There was no trace of emotional ups and downs in the foggy black eyes of Fengcheng. He lowered his head slightly, and the lines of his side face were carved like a magic axe, three-dimensional and smooth.

A few seconds later, he raised his arm and knocked lightly on the office door.

Tang Wanqing's slightly tired voice came out: "...Come in."

　Thanks to [Ranran] [Are you happy today] [Put Cai Xukun in your pocket] [Yang] for their support. (˙˙)
　　PS: Ah Jing is not a full-time writer, and his coding speed is also very slow. He can code 1000 words at most in an hour, and he can only spend four or five hours in the evening to code words and save manuscripts. It’s not that Ah Jing doesn’t want to do more, It is really limited.

　　Babies can read it first, and wait until there are more words. (˙˙)
　　After browsing the comment area, I found that the babies are so cute, and they are confessing to Ajing in a fancy way every day.

　　I'm really scared of you annoying little goblins.

　　A new chapter will be added tomorrow~~(*>.<*)
　　
　
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