Chapter 2092: lots of love

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Overall, Feng Lin was so cute.
In most cases, small things just eat and sleep. Occasionally annoyed by my father and father, he would cry so poorly a few times to show resistance.
"Be good and be good ... don't cry! My dad is holding it ... hold it!"
At this moment, Feng Xinglang seemed to give his tender feelings to his sweetheart. Every cry of his daughter made him distressed.
Xue Luo stared a little jealously at the young girl who was carefully guarded in her arms by her husband.
Alas, I gave myself a little love rival!
"Feng Xinglang, I find that you are not too eccentric!"
While Xue Luo was eating fresh and oversized strawberries, she squinted at her husband who cuddled her daughter, "You only have your baby girl in your heart right now? Have you ever thought of where your little son is now ? "
There has been no news from my little son for many days, and Xue Luo is really a little worried.
But the husband is petting his baby daughter so heartlessly every day, he can't see that he has worried about their little son.
Feng Xinglang hugged her daughter and came over, "Now you know what to worry about? Oh, Little Lin, you should pay the price of missing bugs every day for your impulsive behavior!"
Don't let a woman worry about her younger son for days, she can't remember it!
"Feng Xinglang, why do you think you're a little gloating?"
Xue Luo straightly hummed, "I miss my house bug every day ... unlike you are living so carelessly every day! As long as you have a daughter in your arms, you can't keep anything else in mind!"
"Little girl, you are blaspheming my father's love for my little son!"
Feng Xinglang kissed his daughter's forehead tenderly, and that full fatherly love was about to overflow.
"Then I haven't seen you worry about bugs!" Xue Luo hummed. "You have to find a way to contact Cong Gang! If there is no news about my bugs, I will definitely be in a bad mood! I want to be in a bad mood Well, I'm sure to return to milk! Then your baby can only drink a bottle! Think of it is pitiful!
"
Threatening Feng Xinglang with her daughter's rations for more than three months still works.
"Little girl, I won't take you so wayward! My husband will find a way!"
Sure enough, Feng Xinglang still compromised. How could he be willing to let his sweetheart drink a bottle without temperature because of his darling and spoiling of the baby girl!
"It's almost the same! I'll give you three days. If you can't contact Cong Gang, I'll wean your daughter!"
"..." The woman made an impulse on her own, but now she can still beat him? What the is going on!
Feng Xinglang was really speechless: who was spoiled by himself, and who can he blame?
After settling his wife and daughter, Feng Xinglang returned to the study to continue his office.
Seems a little restless, Feng Xinglang glanced at the time at 9:30 in the evening; at this time ...
Feng Xinglang picked up the phone and made a video call to Cong Gang.
After two or three seconds of ringing, it was answered. The screen is dim.
"What are you doing? It's dark!" Feng Xinglang, who couldn't see the picture, asked with a little dissatisfaction.
"President Feng, do you have a good sense of public morality? I don't care if you toss. You are now even tossing with your own son ..." Cong Gang's voice was low and depressed.
"It was only after nine o'clock, you fell asleep? So sleepy ... tired of playing with women?" Feng Xinglang Lengheng.
"Uncle Feng, don't you know that there is such a thing as jet lag? Now it's more than two o'clock in the morning ..." Cong Gang is helpless for a guy like Feng Xinglang who never cares about the feelings of others.
However, Feng Xinglang didn't really consider jet lag when making this video call. He just wanted to fight.
"Why are you so tired? What did you do during the day?"
Feng Xinglang was a little dissatisfied with Cong Gang's appearance of being slumped.
"Why do you say I'm so tired? Your little ancestor is harder to serve than you ... I'm also a human, should I sleep and rest?"
The fun-killing kids are really energetic. He only had fun playing, but Cong Gang had to pay attention to his safety all the time, for he was afraid that something unexpected might not be good with the devil's dad.
Besides, it was two or three o'clock in the morning, when it was a good time to fall asleep;
"Are you old? Are you too weak to take care of a child?"
Feng Xinglang's words were full of ridicule. Under the supervision of his wife Xueluo, Feng Xinglang's office hours during the day will be halved, and he will have more breaks. In other words, Feng Xinglang's spirit is very exciting at this moment.
"Stuck ... I'm fine!"
Cong Gang regretted that he really shouldn't have promised Feng Xinglang to call him on the phone 24 hours later.
"Not allowed! I want to see my son!" Feng Xinglang hummed.
"The worm is asleep ..." Cong just lowered his voice.
"Let's watch when you're asleep!" Feng Xinglang insisted on seeing his youngest son, Worm.
Feng Xinglang, who was really frustrated, could turn off the air conditioner in his arms.
"Can't see clearly!"
"..." Cong Gang sighed helplessly and reached out to turn on the lamp on the bedside.
The picture is so warm that Feng Xinglang's nasal pantothenic acid: the youngest son nestled in Cong Gang's arms and slept soundly; a short leg was still resting comfortably on Cong Gang's waist. .
At this moment, Feng Xinglang really envied his young son to have such a dragging and wanton childhood experience. You can enjoy Cong Gang's love and carelessly, grow along with him.
Feeling the coolness, the little boy instinctively clinged to Cong Gang's arms. Cong Gang not only brought him a sense of security, but also that deep concern and love.
"Enough enough?" Seeing Feng Xinglang not talking for a long time, Cong Gang asked quietly.
"Let me look a little longer."
It seemed to be aware that his voice was a little hoarse, Feng Xinglang concealed: "I haven't seen him for a few days ... miss him!"
"President Feng, have you been sensational? Have you forgotten ... you yelled at your own son in the video yesterday!"
For some reason, Cong Gang, who was originally unspoken, liked to talk to Feng Xinglang silently. But it also depends on the mood and situation.
"I think my own son, do you have an outsider also have opinions?" Feng Xinglang emphasized the word "biological".
"Okay, I'm out of opinion." Cong Gang didn't want to continue arguing with the already angry Feng Xinglang. After a few seconds, Feng Xinglang resumed the gentle voice, "Tomorrow I will let Wendy pay you! Eat the best, live the best, play the best! Don't save for me!"