Chapter 1347: A different kind

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Being so excited by his son seemed to have raised Feng Xinglang's interest.
He also wanted to know: Which pot of orchids would the Cong Gang pretend to be mysterious!
"What shall we bet on?"
Feng Xinglang glanced sideways at the excited little guy.
"If the big caterpillar likes my pansy, then you lost! If you lose, you must go to Peteburg with me to see my righteous father!"
I thought the little guy would scratch his head and want to be so old for a long time, but he didn't think the little thing would blurt out.
This bet ... seems to be something unexpected for Feng Xinglang! He really didn't expect his son to make such a request.
Without it, Xiao Xiao's filial piety to Hetun was cracked, and Feng Xinglang's lip corner only slightly tickled.
"But if Cong just likes my Moran? Isn't that you lost?"
"Well ... that's how I lose! I lose ... I'll listen to you! You say, what do you want me to do?"
The little guy is on the way, losing is losing, winning is winning; betting to lose.
"Well ... my dad hasn't thought of it yet!"
Feng Xinglang really did not expect that there was something for the little guy to do. He doesn't like forcing his children to do things they don't like. Even if the little guy sometimes makes some principle mistakes, if Feng Xinglang can close one eye, he will close his eyes for a while.
"If I lose, I will study hard and listen to Mommy!"
The little guy helped his father Feng Xinglang put forward the conditions, "How about trying to be a good son?"
"Study hard and be obedient. Is this all you should do? Can this also be a condition?"
Feng Xinglang hummed, "Just owe it! When your dad thinks about it, I'll ask you for it!"
"You seem to win ..." the little man muttered. "Daddy, you will definitely lose! Just wait and see!"
...
Have to admire, Cong Gang has a stronger body than steel.
In just a few days, he was able to get up.
In fact, it can't be said to be ‘capable’, but Cong Gang is forcing himself to stand up.
If you change to someone, it is estimated that you will stay in bed for ten days and a half months, even in March or May. He is used to being treated like an uncle by others.
And in this world, since someone is willing to be an uncle, someone is willing to serve the uncle.
One is willing to fight, one is willing to suffer!
"Boss, Feng Xinglang and his son are here."
"What are they doing again?" Cong Gang frowned slightly. "Just say I'm not here!"
"They father and son, each holding a pot of orchids ... looks silly!"
This Wei Kang is doing an errand much better than the wood-brained old man Yannavar. Obviously, he felt that it was a pity that Boss could not see silly Feng Xinglang and his son.
In fact, Wei Kang wanted Boss to disperse his too depressed and dull mood.
Whether it is good or bad, it can stir up waves in Cong Gang's flat life.
This is what Wei Kang wants to achieve!
To put it in more general terms, let Boss have some fun and tease Xinglang father and son! Anyway, idle is idle.
But he really wanted less!
Whoever teases this is not necessarily true!
"Big caterpillar ... big caterpillar ... I'm here to see you!"
The little guy hugged the pot of phalaenopsis that he had chosen for Cong Gang, and hurried in.
Before Yanawah received the rejected password, he acquiesced in the intrusion of Feng Xinglang and his son.
Maybe he thought: Father and son holding a pot of orchids shouldn't seem to be in trouble!
A pot of orchids, plus a ceramic flower pot, is a little bit heavy; if you want to hold it and run upstairs, it is still a bit difficult for a 7-year-old child.
Thinking of it, the little boy folded back from the stairs and gave the orchid in his hand to his father and father Feng Xinglang.
"Dad, hold the two pots of flowers together! This way the caterpillar can't see who's chosen! For you, it's fair! Your son should convince you to lose!"
"..."
Sure enough, it was his own seed! That careful thinking is not general keen and wise.
Looking at the little guy's serious little look, Feng Xinglang was really happy, "I still want my dad to lose my heart? Or you are so tender!"
"Huh! It's not necessarily who is more tender than who!"
The little guy cast a small look of contempt, and a rushed man ran upstairs first.
"Big caterpillar ... big caterpillar, I'm here to see you!"
The little boy rushed into the bedroom on the second floor; Cong Gang, who was still standing, was already lying on the bed.
"Big caterpillar, I'm here to see you ..."
The little man leaned to the bed, leaned over and hugged Cong Gang's neck, and kissed loudly on his cheek, "Good morning, big caterpillar!"
Really father and son, they all like to kiss others casually. This small thing is fine, this big ...
In fact, few people can let the little ones take the initiative to catch a sip!
The little guy is very picky. In his opinion: it should be an honor!
"Big caterpillar, are you better?"
The little boy put his forehead against Cong Gang's forehead, a kind of warmth and comfort.
"Well, much better." Cong just answered. The sound was a little dumb.
Then he saw Feng Xinglang holding a pot of orchids in his left and right hands; he was looking softly at him.
Correct! That look can be called the word ‘soft’! It should be watching his own child!
"Big caterpillar, look at it, what gift did I bring to you ..."
The little guy beckoned to his relative, Feng Xinglang, "Daddy, hurry up, show the flowers to the big caterpillar!"
Under the direction of the little guy, Feng Xinglang placed the two pots of orchids on Cong Gang's bed.
"Big caterpillar, do you like it?" The little boy asked cheerfully.
Cong Gang nodded slightly. "Well, I like it."
Really like it, or fake like it, I really can't see it; but to say that, it can be regarded as giving their father and son a little face.
"Big caterpillar, which one do you prefer?"
The little guy was seriously asking. And there is a little nervous looking forward to Cong Gang's answer.
Because if he wins, he can realize his second wish, take his dad and fly to Pete Fort to see the injured righteous father and the eighth old Xing.
"Ahem!"
Feng Xinglang, who was sitting on a wooden chair, coughed lightly.
I don't know if the throat is itchy? Still reminding or alerting someone.
The clever Lin Nuo certainly would not let the bastard's dad threaten the caterpillar, and immediately ran forward to cover her dad's mouth, Feng Xinglang.
"Bastard dear, you cheat! Don't speak!"