Chapter 1686: Toss with love 14

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Night, getting deeper.
Feng Xinglang coaxed his son in his arms to get up, but received a call from Yan Bang.
The little guy didn't eat much at night and kept crying.
He refused to accept Cong Gang's death. Because in the mind of the little guy, Cong Gang has always been the most powerful invincible character.
He never believed that the most powerful invincible character would also die!
From time to time, the little guy who was coaxed to sleep would cry slightly inertia in his sleep.
Kissing his son's slightly teary eyes, Feng Xinglang went to the door of the children's room while connected to Yan Bang's phone.
"Well, say."
"Lang ... boy, is he all right?"
Yan Bang's voice was a little dumb. Feng Xinglang thought he wouldn't answer his call, or yelled and yelled when he spoke; but Feng Xinglang not only answered his call, but his voice seemed quite calm.
"Just asleep. Little trouble for a while."
Feng Xinglang should be quiet. After glancing at the master bedroom, he turned and walked towards the study. It seems that he doesn't want to disturb his wife's rest.
"Lang, sorry ..."
Yan Bang called out a heavy stale gas, "You ... don't want to yell at me or train me?"
Somewhat active. Because of the news of Cong Gang's death, Feng Xinglang has been taking measures to conceal and protect his wife and children.
But his Yan Bang revealed the truth as soon as he was impulsive. He didn't even take into account the affordability of a teenager.
What's more, he underestimated Cong Gang's position in Lin Nuo's minds.
Seeing that the little guy was so sad and sad because Cong Gang's death, Yan Bang didn't understand at first and had little jealousy, but then he was really a sad little thing.
"Yes, Uncle Ben will reward you with your own hands!"
It was just a mockery of Feng Xinglang, but two crisp crackling sounds came from the mobile phone.
Does this Yan Fool really slap himself? Feng Xinglang frowned slightly.
"Is it deflated? If not, let me continue?"
Yan Bang gave Feng Xinglang almost all the warmth of his life.
Maybe he has always been fierce to others, but he has endless tenderness towards Feng Xinglang.
"Okay, it's getting late, wash and sleep early!"
Feng Xinglang's voice was exhausted and weak.
"Lang, why are you so tired of hearing your voice? By the way, I've made some good things. When will I come over and I will supplement your body!"
Yan Bang's voice carried a little eagerness, and he seemed afraid that Feng Xinglang would hang up his phone.
"What the are you doing? Don't be a rare species again, be careful to be invited to the office to drink tea!"
"Don't worry, dare not touch Daozi in Shencheng!"
"OK, blow your cowhide! Be your good citizen!"
Feng Xinglang whispered, "Someday called Shang Sansan, let's get together."
"Okay. Listen to you."
Yan Bang has become accustomed to responding to Feng Xinglang. Feng Xinglang's words are better than imperial edicts.
"Well, that's it ... Hang up." Feng Xinglang dragged a weak end.
"Lang ..." Yan Bang called again, "In your mind, I will never be better than Cong Gang ... right?"
Feng Xinglang listened to Yan Bang's words, and instantly became frizzy.
"Yan Biaozi, why the do you have to compare yourself to Cong? Can you die?"
"Why is it dry again? I will just ask!" Yan Bang said softly.
"Don't ask such boring questions in the future! You can't replace Cong Gang, Cong Gang can't replace you! You have nothing to compare! And ..."
Feng Xinglang paused for a moment and changed his interest slightly. "Take care of your broken mouth! Dare to talk nonsense in the future, especially before the snow falls ... I must have cut your tongue to feed the dog!"
"I thought you were going to cut my tongue and eat it yourself!" Yan Bang grinned angrily.
"..."
...
Mo Ranran read three or four fairy tales to Feng Tuan Tuan. There were no signs of falling asleep.
"Sister Da Ranran, Brother Nono has not come downstairs for dinner tonight ..."
It took a long time for Feng Tuan to mutter.
"Don't worry, your uncle has already sent things upstairs for your brother Nono."
"Sister Da Ranran, why do you think Brother Nono is in a bad mood tonight? Tuantuan is very worried about him."
It turned out that the little guy didn't sleep so late, always worried about her brother Nono.
"Who knows ... presumably playing a small temper again and eating the vinegar of his sister Mimi!"
In Mo Ranran's view, Lin Nuo's children were in a mood, and 80% could not do without fighting for favor.
"No ... Brother Nono will not eat Sister Mimi's vinegar. Because Sister Mimi is his sister. He said that he will not eat Sister's vinegar ..." Get to know her brother Nono.
"That was murdered by his dad!"
"Neither! My uncle loves Brother Nono!"
"Once my little princess, Da Ranran really can't think of it! Can you sleep well? Da Ranran begged you!"
Thinking that Brother Li Xin should have finished the business at this moment, maybe he is preparing to wash it in vain now. It's a pity to miss such a good opportunity to get close.
"Da Ran Ran, I want to go upstairs to see Brother Nono now ... is it okay?" Feng Tuantu asked in a weak voice.
"Now? Maybe your brother Nono is already asleep!"
"If Brother Nono falls asleep, I take a quiet look and then come back."
"..." Really a little love!
"Okay, then you put on your clothes and go upstairs for a glance!" Mo Ranran agreed to the little guy's request.
"Thank you Da Ranran!"
Feng Tuan Tuan put on a coat and didn't even wear shoes on his feet, so he trot all the way and rushed out.
"Tuan Tuan ... Tuan Tuan ... put on your shoes!"
Mo Ranran couldn't help murmuring to himself: This little thing, so concerned about her brother Nono since she was a child, is it enough to grow up? !!
Feng Xinglang just took out Yan Bang's phone call from the study, and saw a small fan of pink running into his son Nono's room.
Closing up ... She came to her son's room so late, was she dating?
Feng Xinglang didn't say a word, slowed down and walked towards his son's room.
Half leaning on the door frame, Feng Xinglang saw Feng Tuan Tuan standing next to his son's bed, and stared at his sleeping son quietly by a weak wall lamp.
"Brother Nono, are you asleep?"
Feng Tuantuan kept his voice very low, almost just mouth-shaped.
"Brother Nono, are you in a bad mood?"
On the edge of the bed where Feng Tuan Tuan's half-wrapped bed murmured, "You haven't had dinner ... Tuan Tuan is worried about you."
A child as young as this already has roots? !!
Or ... do you think too much? !!
Feng Xinglang Yi watched quietly by the door: this situation made him feel a lot.