Chapter 2087: I'm flying ...

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Feng Xinglang, who was trapped in a wheelchair, did not take specific action except for the daily scolding of Cong Gang's teeth.
In fact, he is not without a way: He can let the people in Hetun look for the whereabouts of Cong Gang and his youngest son according to the information from the Civil Aviation Administration.
But Feng Xinglang did not do that.
Perhaps as Lin Xueluo said, Feng Xinglang trusted Cong Gang.
If Cong Gang really wants to take his child for himself, he has too many opportunities! There is no need to get permission from his wife, Lin Xueluo.
For the past three days, Feng Xinglang was not in a mood to walk continuously. In most cases, he was sitting in a wheelchair and let Ba Song or Xing Shishi push him away.
Standing up and practicing coordinated walking with your legs may be a little bit painful, but it is completely within Feng Xinglang's tolerance.
Feng Xinglang didn't want to stand up and exercise, so there was a little bit of grumbling: his legs hadn't been able to walk freely, and Cong Gang had fled in horror? What's going on? !!
In Feng Xinglang's mind, Cong Gang's behavior was 'escape from fear of sin'! Because he made his legs like this!
Each time Feng Xinglang reminded Feng Xinglang to get up and try to walk, one of Feng Xinglang's white eyes was enough to pass Ba Xong!
Because Feng Xinglang knew that Cong Gang's dog thing would definitely contact Ba Song. Their masters and servants have always liked to be treacherous!
Immediately after listening to a market research report on a first-class project, Feng Xinglang, who was pushed back to the office by Ba Song, received a video call.
Intuition told him that the call must be related to the younger son.
Sure enough, as soon as the video call was connected, what was displayed on the screen was the wormworm kid who took off.
It should be on the train, most of the little guy's body was lifted out of the train window, facing the dawn, cheerfully dancing.
"Little bug stick ... Little bug stick ... Little bug is about to fly ... It's about to fly ... Fly to fly!"
Sri Lanka has two well-known train lines, and a high-altitude tea plantation train, praised as the
Wild Trail
, runs from Nuwara Eliya to Ella. Another section is depicted as a realistic version of
Senhiro Away
train on the sea. From Galle to Colombo.
Judging from the big green scene behind the little guy, it should be the Alpine Tea Garden train.
The arms that held the little guy out of the train window were scarred. Even without looking at the master's face, Feng Xinglang could recognize that the master was Cong Gang! Run away his dog son's stuff!
"Bug ... Bug ... where are you? Are you okay? Be careful ... be careful ..."
Feng Xinglang saw a tree branch slide in the camera, and when he reminded him, his arms had hugged the small thing back into the carriage. Speed ​​is agile and moves neatly.
The camera then switched into the compartment and got closer. Seems to want Feng Xinglang to see his younger son's face better.
"Big bug ... Come again ... Come again! Fly ... Fly!"
The little guy hugged Cong Gang's neck in excitement, arching with a coy look.
Feng Xinglang finally saw Cong Gang's face: he was wearing Hei Chao, and he was wearing a dark gray suit ... the whole person was so cold!
"Say hello to your dear first."
Cong just didn't look at the camera, just pushed the small things in his arms to the camera and came up with a close-up.
"Dad, you have to be good ... to walk! In a wheelchair ... ugly!"
The little guy's face almost covered the entire screen, and he was particularly well-dressed to persuade his father who would not walk.
It seems that Feng Xinglang's thinking is successful!
Watching the younger son's cheerfulness, Feng Xinglang's dangling mentality was put down; in fact, as his wife said, he trusted Cong Gang. But after all, the little thing was born by him, and the blood-thickness affinities can't always let go.
"Let Cong just answer the phone." Feng Xinglang snorted.
"Ferocious ... big bugs won't answer!"
Just now, the little guy who persuaded his dad to practice walking properly, changed his face instantly, and also used his little hand to block the lens.
Cong Gang's small thing on the table hugged away and backed away to a relatively comfortable viewing angle.
"Cong Gang, send my son back quickly, did you hear me?" Feng Xinglang moaned sighingly.
"I still have something to do ... or should you let your son go home?"
Cong Gang looked sideways and looked out the window.
"Cong Gang, what the are you trying to do?" Feng Xinglang sneered.
"Bring you a child, and you yell at me ... how hard it is to please me!"
Cong Gang's face is very fortitude, and he can smell the dangerous breath that people do not want to come across the screen.
But in the eyes of Feng Xinglang, it was so embarrassing!
"You ran away with my son, wouldn't I have to thank you?" Feng Xinglang grunted.
"I can't afford your sins! Little worm, but your woman stuffed me!"
The little thing Cong Gang had in his arms squeezed his cheek a bit, "How comfortable is I alone ... now I have to take his towing bottle with me everywhere! It directly affects my travel comfort, I have to ask you You want to bring your child's commission! "
"Don't talk nonsense! Hurry back the bugs!" Feng Xinglang reprimanded.
"Do not return ... do not return! Little bugs do not return! Dad is bad, ugly, smelly!"
After the little boy tapped the camera, he fell into Cong Gang's arms deeply.
"Boy, you're going to rebel!"
Feng Xing Langwen reprimanded, "Hurry back!"
"Feng Xinglang, even if I send the bug back now, you have no time and energy to take care of him, don't you?"
"That's my business! I don't need you to worry about a stranger!"
"Be nice!"
Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang, who was almost frizzy on the screen. "I am not happy, and I will leave your son in this old forest in the mountains ... when you arrive, I'm afraid he has already died! "
"Dare you!" Feng Xinglang gritted his teeth.
"I have nothing to dare? He was born to you ... It's just your heartache to lose it! I don't care!"
Cong Gang once again held up a small thing and sent it out of the car window, and made an ‘I ’m going to lose it’ move.
Finally, you ca n’t do anything to me, let alone revenge!

"Take off ... take off ..."
The little boy opened his arms momentarily and greeted the dawn like an eagle with wings spread.
"It's ... be careful! Don't hurt my son!" Feng Xinglang snarled in the phone.
Under Feng Xinglang's fierce roar, Cong Gang once again held out the little guy who had his upper body out of the window.
"With me, can't you rest assured?"
Cong just smiled slightly at someone who was angry on the screen, "You have to admit: he is in my hands, it is safer than in your dear! Isn't it?"
Seriously, Cong Gang's leisurely and calm appearance looked at Feng Xinglang's hands itching! However, Feng Xinglang was relieved when he saw the young boy's vigorous smile and heard his son's childlike laughter.
I have to say that Cong Gang did bring his young son very well: healthy, happy, childlike ...
Even, Feng Xinglang was so envious!