Chapter 1998: Keep feeding the dog

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In the evening, Feng Xinglang came to Qibei Shancheng to pick up his younger son and return to Feng's house.
Apple looks like it should be a fine product, and it feels good.
It was a special product selected by Feng Xinglang in the fruit basket in the office.
He seemed to vaguely remember that Cong Gang liked to eat apples.
Really let Cong Gang's dog thing learn his own noble character of resentment.
The dog thing teased himself and made him run for half an hour against the hot sun. The clothes were wet from head to feet and from inside to outside; but he even brought an apple to Cong Gang as a reward?
Of course, let's see how Cong Gang's performance all day! If he can teach his youngest son, Worm, to tell a fairy tale, then this apple will reward him; if he can't ... just keep feeding the dog!
When the car turned safely on Panshan Mountain Road without a flat tire, Feng Xinglang could not help but secretly relieved. He really has a little taboo that Cong Gang, the guy who does not follow the routine, will let him walk uphill!
"Hey, we don't have to climb the mountain!" Even Ba Song, who drove, relaxed, "I guess my boss is in a good mood today!"
Feng Xinglang ignored him, just squinting at the apple in his hand.
"Mr. Feng ... I think you've been holding it ... why didn't you eat it?"
"Why, you want to eat?" Feng Xinglang gave Ba Song a slant.
"I don't like fruit!" Ba Song seemed a little curious, and then asked, "Did you want to bring Bugs to eat? Don't bother, these fruit bosses are here!"
"I used to feed the dogs!" Feng Xinglang snorted.
"Hey dog? Where's the dog here?" Ba Song asked in confusion.
After Feng Xinglang appreciated Ba Song's eyes, he ignored him.
Someone even sent the worst Loser in the team to make him a bodyguard? Is this insulting his IQ, or is he playing his fate? !!
Before leaving the car, Feng Xinglang said fiercely, "If you mother dare to drive away again, be careful I interrupt your dog's leg!"
With a blank look, Ba Song watched Feng Xinglang get out of the car and enter the villa, whispering to himself: What the am I doing? I can't do it again! Besides, if you want to break my leg, you have to beat me first!
When Feng Xing Langmai reached the second floor, he heard the sound of the younger son's round reading.
"On the day of He Wo, sweat drips into the soil. Who knows that Chinese dishes are hard."
At this moment, Feng Xinglang's eyes were instantly moisturizing: It turned out that his little things were not stupid at all, and he didn't stay at all. He could read and recite an ancient poem that was mouthful so well!
It seems that there is nothing difficult in the world. That dog thing is due diligence!
You need to know that when little things are at home, no matter what kind of parenting and early teachers are enlightened, the little ones will ignore them. Cong Gang really has contributed to making small things recite an ancient poem in a few hours.
In fact, it is more meticulous and patient than his biological father!
"Bad father!"
When he saw his father Feng Xinglang, the little guy conditionedly drilled into Cong Gang's arms.
"Huh?" Cong Gang snorted softly.
"Good father ... Daddy is the best!" The little boy changed his mouth immediately, though there was a little reluctance.
How could Feng Xinglang not hear the younger son's "bad father" cry in one go, but this "good father" was reluctantly called under the threat of Cong Gang!
"Shit, my dad really hurts you little white-eyed wolf!"
Even with the words of reprimand, Feng Xinglang is full of affection for his father's love, "Come here, let my father and father hug me! Give the father and father that" Wo Wo Day Noon "again!"
The little boy nestled in Cong Gang's arms, and crouched back in disgust.
"Cong Gang, this whole day, shouldn't you just teach my son a poem? You're too perfunctory!"
As soon as Feng Xinglang shook his hand, he just lost the apple Chao Cong, "Although you don't have much credit, but there is still a bit of hard work, this apple will reward you!"
Cong just raised his hand gracefully, and steadily caught the apple that Feng Xinglang threw at him.
To be precise, Feng Xinglang was smashing!
If Cong didn't reach out to pick it up, then Apple would probably hit his face! Jean is able to open, but a good apple broke, it is a pity, right? !!
But one thing that the younger son, Wormworm did, made Feng Xinglang's mood complicated: the little guy came almost by conditioned reflexes and immediately protected Cong Gang's head with his own hands. It should be protecting the apple from being thrown away by your dad!
Fortunately, Cong Gang has steadily caught the apple he dropped in the past!
Should I sigh that his son's reaction speed is extremely fast and keen? Or should it be that his own son had such a deep relationship with Cong Gang?
"Bad father!" The little man hummed again.
"Huh?" Cong just murmured.
This time the little guy didn't want to change his mouth, but the little grievance re-went in Cong Gang's arms.
Feng Xinglang looked a lot with emotion when he watched the little son who was selling well in Cong Gang's arms. But still forcibly hugged the small things in the past.
"Zugong, obediently go back with your dad! Be obedient!"
With Cong Gang's words, the little guy no longer struggled.
"Remember what the big bugs taught you!" Cong Gang probed over and flicked the little face that was not very happy.
The little boy nodded nicely. Biao was on the shoulders of Feng Xinglang, looking at Cong Gang.
Feng Xinglang didn't want to say anything to thank Cong Gang. Because the younger son likes Cong Gang so much, this has made him very upset.
"Reward your stuff, don't eat it yet!"
Cong just returned to Feng Xinglang with a cold eye and ignored him.
"Why? I'm afraid I'll poison you and give you a poisoned apple? Look at your small eyes ..."
Feng Xinglang took the apple in Cong Gang's hand, took a bite, and shoved it back into Cong Gang's hand.
"Lao Tzu is not as spooky as you! Lao Tzu is noble in character: repay with morality!"
After speaking, Feng Xinglang sat down with his son's high uncle on his neck, and the father and son went downstairs happily.
Something to give away ... even took himself to take a bite first? !!
"Big bug ... see you tomorrow!"
When the little boy turned back, he saw the big bug eating an apple bitten by his dad.
"Eat fruit fruit ..." the little man murmured subconsciously.
"Zhongzhe also wants to eat fruit? Go back to your dad to cut a bigger and sweeter fruit for you later!"
When approaching Feng Feng, Feng Xinglang told the little guy once again: "Zhong Zhe, remember to go back and give 'Meng He Ri Noon' to your mummy! Your mummy will be very happy and happy ! "
After seeing the mummy in the living room, the little boy happily carried back the ancient poem taught by the big insects: "On the day of Hehe, the sweat drips into the soil. Who knows that Chinese food is hard."
Even more exaggerated than Feng Xinglang expected, his wife Xue Luo even burst into tears.
So before dinner, the little guy kept saying: "On the day of He He, sweat drips into the soil ..."
"Okay, don't get older 'Sunday noon'! Let's rest at noon!"