Chapter 644: When a dad goes out, make sure your mom loves me!

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"What? What did your mother say?"
Feng Xinglang's strong Jianmei raised his dissatisfaction.
"My dear mommy said: She's-no-love-you-already! ''
In order to express a strong emphasis, the little guy repeated each other in the ears of Feng Xinglang's ears with a roar.
Later, the little guy added sympathetically: "Feng Xinglang, you're finished!"
"Cut ... cut!"
Feng Xinglang said indifferently, "Your mommy is trying to escape, understand?"
"I don't understand!" The little man bluntly said, "If Mommy doesn't love you anyway, I can't love you!"
"Rest assured, as soon as my dad recovers, I'll get off the horse immediately; I'll treat your mommy well. I say over and over that she loves me and can't stop!"
From Feng Xinglang's point of view, a woman saying ‘do n’t love him’ is completely an expression of arrogance.
How much did the idiot woman pay for him? Of course, he also knows that women are aggrieved.
"Just bragging!"
Although the dad is bragging, the little guy still loves to listen. I think my dad is still very charming.
"When a dad comes out, he guarantees that your mommy loves me!"
Feng Xinglang still looks like evil. For Lin Xueluo, he is inevitable.
"I hope so!"
Of course, the little guy also hopes that the kiss mom will fall in love with the father again. Then he can have a father and mother together.
What a wonderful thing! That's the complete home that the little guy has always wanted.
The father and the son rolled together and were intimate; the little guy for the first time enjoyed his father's love unabashedly: he could rub his hair into a bird's nest; he could make a row of teeth on his cheek.
"Nono, your dad is still suffering internal injuries!"
After holding back for more than half an hour, Cong just said, "You toss him like this, although you can't die, but he will hurt. It will also extend the recovery time of your dad!"
Listening to Cong Gang's words, the little boy obediently crawled down from his father Feng Xinglang.
"Cong Gang, what are you doing? I'm dead or alive, care about your wool? Are you jealous of my son's pain?"
Feng Xinglang was quite arrogant, and it was really unbearable for ordinary people.
And Cong just happened to be not an ordinary person, so he could bear it.
"Yes! I'm jealous! I'm so jealous that I want to throw you into Peteburg and let Hetun make a dead body!"
Cong Gang's words were even more embarrassing.
With Feng Xinglang's violent temper ...
However, this time Feng Xinglang did not violently rise, but stared deeply at Cong Gang's salty face.
It took a long time to whisper, "Cong Gang, you're enough!"
"What do you want to eat at night?"
Cong changed his topic immediately. Because he read the stern meaning deep in Feng Xinglang's eyes. That was an unreachable pain point.
With a long arm hook, Feng Xinglang once again looked at their son Nono in his arms.
"Tell my dad: what would my dear son want to eat tonight?"
The little guy turned a small mouth, and looked back at Cong Gang. Seems horrified by what Cong Ganggang just said: Let the right father make a dead body? What means? Is the right father embarrassed again?
"Nono, you don't need to be afraid of him! He is a paper tiger!"
Feng Xinglang thought his son's silence was because of fear of sharp Cong Gang.
"Cong Gang, come here and let my son wipe his ears!"
In order to reassure his son, Feng Xinglang even made such a frivolous request to Cong Gang.
Cong just glanced silently at their father and son before turning to the kitchen.
"See no: a man who can only do laundry and cook is the most irritating! So you don't have to be afraid of him at all."
In the view of Feng Xinglang, Cong Gang was belittled just to make Cong Gang look more affinity.
The little guy was silent for a while, and then asked with a serious face: "Feng Xinglang, will my righteous father make you a dead body?"
Dead body, a word that sounds scary.
Feng Xinglang's expression also condensed along with it. He gently touched his son's face, and said softly:
"Rest assured, dad will never give anyone the chance to hurt our family of three!"
The little man nodded slightly and glanced towards the kitchen.
"Feng Xinglang, can you be nice to that Uncle Cong Gang?"
"Why?" Feng Xinglang asked with interest.
"Because I think he is very powerful! He can defeat his father to protect you!" The little guy expressed his thoughts.
Feng Xinglang first twitched, and then smiled tenderly, "How old are you, and you know how to buy people ?!"
At this point, he really followed Fengxinglang!
"But you're here to say: Why do you think Cong Gang can defeat your righteous father?"
Although I felt that it was only his son's childishness, Feng Xinglang was so interested.
In Shencheng and Yanbang's territory, none of his people can besiege Hetun. Can a Cong just defeat Hetun?
Add another Weikang?
Maybe, there are many other Wei Kang ... just that he didn't know about Feng Xinglang?
Feng Xinglang's eyes became cold, and he felt that Cong Gang was not as simple as he thought.
Do you think Cong Gang is pure?
Does he also look away?
"I think I've seen him in the little black room ..." The little guy was lost in meditation.
"Little black house? When? Is he also locked by your righteous father?" Feng Xinglang asked tightly.
The little guy shook his head. "It was when you were locked in the little black room by your father-in-law."
"In Peteburg?"
"No. It's in the little black house by the sea ... but I'm not sure if the person I saw was him."
The little guy decided not to think about this troublesome thing.
But Feng Xinglang was really surprised: Cong Gang even visited a villa in Repulse Bay? And have you been in the basement?
Is it so weird? Why didn't he feel it?
A plate of exquisite risotto of black pepper and beef tenderloin was delivered to the children of Lin Nuo, and the little boy drooled immediately.
"Where is Feng Xinglang? Doesn't he?"
The little guy took a sip of delicious noodles and found out that there are only two servings of beef noodles. He and Cong Gang have a plate in hand.
"Your dad has internal injuries and can't eat such a heavy taste!" Cong Gang said softly.
"It hurts at most; but it hurts if you don't eat it! It will kill you! Give me the plate in your hand!"
Feng Xinglang, who was halfway on the sofa, thought of getting up and grabbing, but as soon as he tried hard, the broken ribs made him groan.
The little boy immediately lowered his fork to help his father Feng Xinglang.
Another bowl of medicated food was sent to the coffee table by the sofa.
"Nono, your dad will leave it to you! He can only eat this!"
"If your dad really wins, you can feed him a few noodles. Feed more and hurt more, you take care of yourself."