This person turned out to be the African man who once appeared at his mother's wedding banquet and brought Fang Zigu that mysterious letter!

How could it be him??

The shock in Fang Zigu's heart was like turning over the river and the sea.

And......

This African man dressed as a bodyguard, his skin like black charcoal, compared with his ID "little white face", seems to have a gap like the "Great African Rift Valley"......

The moment the African man appeared, the whole venue was in a commotion again!

"Africa...... Small, little white face??poof!" A girl couldn't help but laugh.

"This 'little white face' is really 'very white, very white!'" A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes couldn't help but wipe his sweat.

"Haha...... If this can be called 'little white face', then can I also be called little fresh meat?" a man with bronzed skin and tense muscles couldn't help but laugh and tease.

......

The "little white face of Africa" glanced around with his eyes wearing black sunglasses, and then his gaze seemed to stay on Feng Chen's body for a moment, intentionally or unintentionally.

And Feng Chen's face turned pale, and then a touch of fear flashed on his face in an instant, and he lowered his head in an instant!

Feng Chen's strange appearance made Su Dai'er on the side look moved.

Her blue eyes glanced at the African man in the distance, intentionally or unintentionally, and wondered evilly: Is this "little African white face" having a leg with Feng Laosan, a ladyboy!

When I think of these two people, maybe they used to be that......

Su Dai'er felt her body tremble, and then goosebumps fell all over the ground.

Looking at the African man who was getting closer and closer, Fang Zigu had a stomach of questions in his heart that he wanted to ask him.

The African man seemed to feel Fang Zigu's puzzled gaze, and when he approached him, he slowly took off his sunglasses.

It was the first time Fang Zigu saw the other party's bright eyes so closely.

Against the backdrop of dark skin, these eyes are bright and terrifying, like an owl looking for prey in the middle of the night.

"Hey, meet again!" The African man walked up to Fang Zigu and patted him lightly on the shoulder, as if he had seen an old friend he hadn't met for many years.

The young host couldn't help but laugh when he saw the appearance of this "little African white face", and after a visit, the host turned the eight generations of the ancestors of this "African little white face" upside down.

It was only at this time that Fang Zigu finally knew that this "little African white face" was indeed an African, but he did not live in Africa, but in an oasis in the Taklamakan Desert, the largest desert in Huaxia.

......

......

After some "cross-examination", this "little African white face" who greatly interested the audience also sat in the audience after accepting the loyal fan badge that Fang Zigu personally awarded to him.

Next, there will be a "cloud in the wind".

This fan, who doesn't know men and women, has always been the person Fang Zigu is most grateful to.

Because, on the way of his own writing, this person encouraged himself more than once and cheered for himself.

Moreover, Fang Zigu felt that this "cloud in the wind" should also be a writer, and his writing level was much higher than his own, because he usually pointed out the shortcomings and mistakes in his writing for himself.

It can be said that if there was no support and help from this person, I might have given up completely in the first half of my creation!

At this fan meeting, Fang Zigu specially set a special badge for this person, and was ready to wear it for the other party in person.

The welcome music was remembered again, and Fang Zigu stared at the metal door with both eyes, imagining who the person who appeared in the door was.

He had thought about whether it would be Su Dai'er secretly supporting and encouraging him behind his back, but after looking at the guest seats, Fang Zigu knew that he was wrong.

He also thought about whether it would be the second Chen Dong or the old pimple Feng Chen secretly supporting him.

However, Fang Zi Gu glanced at Feng Chen, who was silent on the guest seat, and thought of what he had just done, and his stomach was tumbling again!

Yes, my heart is really blind! How could I think of Feng Laosan!

Now, he vaguely felt that this person standing behind the door might be one of his relatives!

Is it a father you haven't met in a long time?

If you think about it, it's really possible!

Fang Zigu's heart was faintly excited!

If it's true, after many years, at this moment today, is he going to reunite with his father?

It's been more than ten years!

For this father who has no news, although Fang Zigu's heart can't help but resent, but more!

But I miss it deeply!

Because, after all, it's his own father!

In the midst of all the attention, the silver metal finally slowly opened a crack......

Fang Zigu suddenly felt as if a light was shining through the cracks in the metal.

The silvery-white metallic light suddenly became a little dazzling, making Fang Zigu slowly squint.

As the gap slowly expanded, in the middle of the gap, a light gray women's suit and a pair of black high heels appeared in Fang Zigu's line of sight.

Is it a woman?

Fang Zigu was stunned and a little stunned at the same time.

It seems that this man is not a father!

So who is that?

Finally, the silver-white metal door was completely opened, and when Fang Zigu saw the familiar face inside the door, it couldn't be more familiar......

He stood up suddenly, and his whole body trembled like chaff!

"Mom!"

Fang Zigu exclaimed uncontrollably, and two lines of tears fell uncontrollably from his eyes!

Set a small goal first, such as remembering in 1 second: book guest residence