Chapter 2221: Feng Linnuo 8: How boring!

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"Anyway you have to go back after eating the noodles!"
Cong An'an hummed, waiting for the unsolicited Feng Xinglang.
In the face of a little girl who constantly resisted herself, and also her future daughter-in-law, Feng Xinglang did not show any dissatisfaction or anger, but kept warming the smile on his handsome face.
Neither angry nor prestigious nor humble!
For those he wants to love, Feng Xinglang will use his unique wisdom and humor to resolve.
This is the personal charm of Feng Xinglang!
"An'an, do you think that Godfather's stay here will steal your father's limelight? Although you don't admit it, deep down you always think that I'm better than your father's land? Right?"
Feng Xinglang turned on the mode with Cong Anan while eating the noodles with appetite.
"..." Cong Gang tickled the corners of his lips, keeping his silence golden.
Feng Xinglang's cheeky, Cong Gang has been taught for so many years ... When will Feng Xinglang suddenly become humble, he will feel surprised instead.
"How is that possible? What would you do better than my dad?"
The young Cong An'an was still on the road of Feng Xinglang. After being spurred, she began to refute the words of Feng Xinglang.
This is exactly what Feng Xinglang expected.
Even if he was refuted in his ears by a sting, it would be better for him to go back to sleep on the cold bed alone.
Besides, Cong Gang still has food and drink here ... and fun!
From the perspective of Feng Xinglang, he is just playing with Cong Gang's father and daughter!
Although this is only his own wishful thinking.
"Let's not talk about inner wisdom and cultivation ... just say that my handsome and handsome face has already dumped your dad ten streets!"
Feng Xinglang took a sip of the stomach moisturizing soup that Cong had just delivered, and then he blew himself up.
Cong An'an stared at Feng Xinglang for a while, humming his mouth and humming, "But I don't think you are more handsome than my dear! My father is the coolest and coolest man in the world!"
"An'an, aren't you realistic ?! Although I can understand your numb worship of your dad, you can't talk nonsense with your eyes open!"
Although Cong An'an has resisted him for so many years, Feng Xinglang can always resolve this embarrassing situation without losing humor and wisdom.
No matter how noisy or angry, Feng Xinglang has always been good at it.
Cong Gang listened and looked like he smiled, his eyes were gently tender and tender.
When daughter An An was arguing with Feng Xinglang, Cong Gang added some vegetable salad to Feng Xinglang's hand.
In most cases, Feng Xinglang doesn't eat, but occasionally taking a bite or two by mistake ... is enough.
"No matter how much you say is useless! Anyway, my dad is the coolest and coolest!" Cong Anan grumbled dissatisfied.
"Xing Xing Xing, Godfather is not fighting! Your father is handsome, your father is cool! But that is only in your mind!"
Feng Xinglang meaningfully added the last word, "But ... the eyes of the masses are clear!"
"Little bug, then you say my dad is more handsome and cool, or your dad is uglier and worse?"
Cong Anan came to eat the melon and sealed the worm.
On one side is his own dad, and on the other side are the big bug and An An, but it is not difficult to seal the little bug. Almost every second answers, "Of course ..."
"Little bug!" Cong Gang stopped and swallowed the words behind the bug.
Whether Cong Gang or Feng Xinglang, in fact, they all know the answer that Feng Zhifeng will give.
In order not to affect someone's appetite, Cong Gang stopped the words behind the bug. Can be described as good intentions.
"How many noodles did your dad eat?"
But did not think Cong Gang jumped out and asked this sentence.
"My dad ate a total of seven mouthfuls. Three of them only had beef tenderloin, and four were beef tenderloin mixed with noodles."
Seal worms are different from the keen insight of children of the same age. In certain situations, he can multitask.
Even though he was paying attention to An An at this time, he could use his spare light to pay attention to something happening around him.
"..." Feng Xinglang held on directly: Does this question make sense? The younger son answered so seriously?
"What was the first bite of that chicken bone grass?" Cong Gang asked again.
"..." As soon as he heard what grass he ate, Feng Xinglang almost spit out the beef willow in his mouth.
"Probably ... the second sip." Feng Zongzhe didn't know for sure.
"..." What stuff was eaten by my second mouthful?
Feng Xinglang was surprised. But not frightened.
Because he absolutely trusts Cong Gang, he will not poison him or poison him!
But what kind of thing is that grass? Why does this guy eat that kind of thing for himself?
"Cong Gang, what did you eat for Lao Tzu?" He asked with a fork in his hand.
"Don't worry, you can't eat!"
Cong Gang yelled comfortably to someone who was nervous, beware of throwing his fork and not eating, "a kind of heat-clearing and dampness, stasis and pain relief: main stomach pain, rheumatic bone pain, bruises!
"Don't you be so sneaky and deceitful? Lao Tzu isn't sick, what medicine do you want me to take?"
Feng Xinglang continued to eat while he was disgruntled. He knew that Cong had just wanted to kill him, and had too many opportunities and methods. It's all superfluous to poison him by making a plate of Italian-style beef tenderloin noodles.
"What the are you doing with my dad? You don't want to eat it, you can go home and make it yourself!"
Cong An'an is dissatisfied with such a small bug father: obviously his dad made so hard to make pasta for him, even if he did n’t thank, he was noisy and scolded!
She really loves her daddy!
"My father and son are really leaving ... how boring you are to stare at your dad with big eyes!"
In fact, Feng Xinglang thought too much: because the youngest son Feng Zongzhe would never follow him.
"I don't care if my father and I have fun! As long as you leave!" Cong Anan snorted.
Cong Gang drooped his eyelids slightly, seeming to acquiesce to his daughter's order.
But it seems ...
The deep meaning in those eyes is estimated that no one can understand in this life!
"Your dad still owes me a life ... or, I sent him to Zambia to invest in the cobalt market? The isotope of that thing is radioactive! Within a few years, your dad will be irradiated to deformity ... "
Feng Xinglang began to intimidate and threaten Cong An'an, who had been rejecting and resisting her.
"I'm going to you! My dad won't go!" Cong Anan reflexively came forward and hugged dad's arm.
"It doesn't matter what you said! Your father owes me a life ... so he must listen to me!"
Feng Xing raised Yingying's eyebrows, and looked at the nervous and serious Cong Anan with a smile.
After Cong Anan choked her little mouth, she said seriously and solemnly:
"Then I'll give my life back to you!"
Feng Xinglang said for a moment: "Stupid girl, what do I want your little life to do? I still want to keep you as my daughter-in-law!"
Pausing for a moment, Feng Xinglang said meaningfully: "When will you have a child with Zongzong ... even if it pays back the life your father owes me!"
These words are a little confused. The depth of Feng Xinglang's city house can be seen by a 11-year-old child in Cong An'an!