Chapter 2220: Feng Linnuo 7: Barbed Girl

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Looking at her daughter, An An, since childhood, Cong Gang's lips slightly tickled.
"okay."
He stood up calmly and walked towards the kitchen.
Leaving two and a half children to deal with Feng Xinglang ... It's also good!
Or with the wisdom of Feng Xinglang, it is obviously easy to deal with these two and a half children.
Add fun to his busy and boring life.
Ferrari pierced the strong wind of the night, whistling towards Qibei Mountain City.
Feng Xinglang, forty miles away, still carried that uncontrollable energy.
In front of his wife, he is a gentle, considerate and affectionate husband;
In front of the children, he is a loving father who loves his children;
Only in the presence of Cong Gang will his nature be revealed: arrogant and mad! I am the wanton and evil spirit of your uncle.
In the words of Cong An'an and Xiao Zong Zhe: Little Zong Dad knew how to bully Daddy (Zong Zhe)!
That still handsome face has been brushed countless times.
Without exception, Feng Xinglang could use his Zhang Jun face to open the villa.
Cong An'an has always been very strange: Why do n’t he replace the smart door that can be easily opened by Dad Worm? This door is not smart at all!
Cong An'an stood in the center of the living room, just staring at Feng Xinglang who brushed his face.
I wrote "You are not welcome" directly on your own little face!
"An'an? Are you welcoming godfather!"
Feng Xinglang Chao Cong Anan approached, trying to pinch a little high-cold face, but Cong Anan avoided it.
"My dad's not home! You go!"
Cong An'an directly ordered a guest order. It sounded really uneasy.
But could not hold Feng Xinglang's heart!
He is used to the indifference of his father and daughter to him!
"An An ... you are not cute at all!"
Feng Xinglang bowed over and tapped Cong An'an's small nose, "Look, this nose is getting longer!"
Cong Anan patted Kaifeng Xinglang's finger on her nose, "Don't move me!"
"Do you leave by yourself? Or do you want me to get rid of you?" Cong An'an raised his little fist.
"Oh, you girl, it's so thorny!" Feng Xinglang said quietly.
"Daddy, don't you have to go back and hug the late sister? In case the mom is in a bad mood, the late sister will be beaten by the mummy again! Will you be distressed?" Feng Zongzhe pinpointed his father Underbelly.
"I can't hold it tonight ..."
As soon as the words came out, Feng Xing Lang Yingting's eyebrows lightly flickered, and then he turned wisely, "Daddy just wants to accompany my dear little son tonight!"
Feng Xinglang poked his arms and hugged his youngest son Feng Zhe into his arms. "You are the same as your late-night sister, your dear baby!"
I wanted to be sensational, but I didn't think that my younger son wouldn't have the pampering of his alms, alms.
"Daddy, you go home! Sister will not sleep without Daddy!"
Feng Zhezhong just wanted to urge Daddy Feng Xinglang to leave, "She can't cry if she can't find Daddy!"
"But Daddy tonight belongs to my worm!"
Feng Xinglang kissed the face of his younger son, "Where are you tonight, where is Daddy!"
"Then you go together! I'm going to bed!"
Cong Anan shoved the father and son together and left.
I glanced at Cong An'an who didn't like my dad, and I looked at my dad who didn't want to leave ... Feng Fengzhe seemed to be in trouble!
He certainly did not want to leave. But if he doesn't leave, he will surely stay with him ... He doesn't want to make An An and Da Chong Zun happy!
"Daddy, then, let's go back! Little Worm also misses Mummy and Sister Wan."
In the end, Feng Zhizhe made a difficult choice. He decided to bring his dad to his safety.
"Why go! Daddy is tired!"
After speaking, he lay down on the only double sofa lazily, and shouted towards the kitchen: "Hurry up, caterpillar! Your uncle Feng is hungry!"
Cong Anan: "..."
Seal bug: "..."
"What are you shouting about? I said my dad is gone!" Cong Anan exclaimed.
"An'an, do you believe that Godfather can do magic ..."
Feng Xinglang's smile brought a little insidious meaning, "Can change your daddy who is not at home!"
"I don't believe it!" Cong An'an glared at him.
"Do you really believe it?"
Feng Xinglang said with a long voice, "Then I will start my magic ... I count to three and you will open the kitchen door ... There is not only your daddy, but also a plate of aroma Style beef noodles! "
While talking, Feng Xinglang pretended to start his magic show ...
While Cong An was stunned, he flew towards the kitchen by himself. Because he had smelled the aroma of Italian beef noodles. That particular taste of Cong Gang.
When Feng Xinglang pushed in the door, the Italian beef tenderloin noodles just came out of the pan.
"Dog, what do you hide? Believe it or not, I burned your grave?"
When he saw Cong Gang, all of Feng Xinglang's dissatisfaction increased sharply.
But when the plate of Italian beef tenderloin noodles was delivered to him, his dry mood stopped.
"You said that it's easy for me to eat noodles ... I have to fight with your daughter for wisdom!" Feng Xinglang sat down on the large freestanding island platform.
"It's hot! Your mouth must be empty!"
Cong just quietly. He poured a glass of nourishing soup for Feng Xinglang.
"Little Worm Dad, please go back after you finish eating!" Cong Anan followed.
"How about, now believe the godfather's magic ?!"
After succeeding, Feng Xinglang smiled so badly that he forgot to show Cong An An De Se.
Cong An'an narrowed her pretty little mouth, but glanced at Feng Xinglang.
"An'an, worm, do you have some more?" Cong Gang asked the unhappy daughter.
"Eat him all! Feed him fat and throw it out!"
Little cute seems to be dissatisfied with his father's behavior in so accommodating Little Worm's father. Obviously, he has been playing, but why Daddy has been reluctant to teach him!
"Throw me out? Your dad can't bear it!"
Feng Xinglang was eating appetizing beef noodles with appetite, and was happy with Cong An'an, who was cold with a beautiful face:
"Your dad's life was mine ... I thought that if I hadn't rescued him, your dad would have been dead on the streets! Where would you be your babbling girl?"
"My dad is so capable, he doesn't want you to save it!" Cong Anan retorted.
"If you don't believe me, you can ask your father!" Feng Xinglang took a big mouthful of beef tenderloin noodles. "Although I saved him, although I am his master, although he is only my servant, I keep taking you Daddy to be a brother! Brothers who are fateful! Those who have experienced life and death together, you
Little P kids won't understand! "
To talk about eloquence, Feng Xinglang is definitely a leader. Only 11-year-old Cong An'an could certainly not say him.
Is this really the case? But seeing the default daddy aside, Cong Anan had to believe Dad's bullshit.