Chapter 2831: The little girl doesn't like the uncle

Seeing Feng Xinglang's playful expression, Cong Gang just twitched his lips slightly.
Because he has a hundred ways to get Feng Xinglang this lazy pig to the mountain!
But a man can bend and stretch...
"Uncle... OK?" Cong Gang began to discuss with Feng Xinglang.
"No! I just want to hear you call Dad!"
Feng Xinglang probed his hand and stroked Fu Cong's unsubmissive hair, "Come on, good son, call Dad!"
In general, it hurts self-esteem a little bit; after all, Cong Gang is two years younger than Feng Xinglang.
"father…"
Cong Gang's voice seemed to be stuck in his throat, but he still called out with difficulty.
Perhaps in front of Feng Xinglang, Cong Gang had no self-esteem long ago.
"Hey! Good boy! Dad is here! Really obedient!"
When I heard that Cong Gang really called himself father, Feng Xinglang was called a dese, his handsome eyebrows were raised, and he looked like he had eaten Tang Seng meat.
In order to coax Feng Xinglang to climb the mountain to see the aurora, Cong Gang didn't even want his face!
But after watching Aurora, it's his turn to call himself father!
"Insect, in order to be able to see the Aurora, you are so patience and humiliation, you really call my father distressed!"
Feng Xinglang opened his arms, "Come on my dear son, let my father spoil you!"
After speaking, he took Cong Gang into his arms and patted like a son, "Actually, Dad still loves you very much! As long as you are obedient, Dad will buy you sweets for a while!"
Cong Gang: "..."
This guy is really fast enough to enter the scene. So soon to blend into the role and dress up?
"Bug, why are you thin again?"
Feng Xinglang touched Cong Gang's pork ribs, "Eating grass every day, wanting to become an immortal? I finally climbed to the top of the food chain. Is it just to eat grass?"
"That's why I am willing to eat grass! Not only to eat grass!"
After a slight pause, Cong Gang said indifferently, "Even if I want to eat you, I still have that ability!"
Can you still speak well? !
"Come on! I'll let you eat it! If you don't eat it, it will be my grandson!"
All of a sudden, Cong Gang's status was downgraded from his son to his grandson.
Cong Gang really wanted to press Feng Xinglang a few times in the lake, but he realized that Feng Xinglang would have to go up the mountain tomorrow, so he gave up this idea! Live pigs are at least much easier to make than dead pigs!
There was a pair of young lovers next to him, and Feng Xinglang's gaze was instantly attracted: the two young lovers hugged each other and kissed and touched them, and normal people became enthusiastic.
The key is that the woman looks pretty!
"Insect, I bet with you: as long as you lead that little calf away, I will be able to fix that woman!"
It's not that Feng Xinglang wanted to soak up that woman, but on a whim, wanting to prove his ability to hunt puppets!
However, Cong Gang stood up and walked directly to the little couple; he was really shocked by the little couple who was about to take off.
"My friend wants to get your girlfriend...you can make a price!"
Cong Gang pointed towards Feng Xinglang while speaking Icelandic.
Then the two young lovers scolded and walked away.
"What did you tell them? They are all emotional!"
Feng Xinglang approached and asked.
"I told them, you want to soak his girlfriend and let them make a price!"
Cong Gang said bluntly, "Then they call you a big idiot!"
"Damn, my uncle wants to make her, that's to give her face!"
Feng Xinglang said disdainfully.
"Unfortunately, the little girl doesn't like the uncle, she only likes the little brother!"
Cong Gang smiled tepidly, "Okay, uncle, do you stay here to blow your hair or go to the bar for a drink?"
"Of course I went to the bar to hunt! Otherwise, this long night, will you sleep with me?!"
Feng Xinglang took Cong Gang's shoulders, and the two hit the bar door all the way.
Cong Gang, who never drinks, opened two bottles of Belgian wheat beer for an unprecedented time; the taste is refreshing with citrus fruit and spice flavors, and the aftertaste is refreshing.
Feng Xinglang started to look around for possible prey while drinking wheat beer.
Just when Feng Xinglang talked up with a charming French girl, there was a surging piano in the bar.
It turned out to be... it turned out that Cong Gang was playing the piano? !
Feng Xinglang was stunned for a while: I'll go, this dog can still play the piano?
And it's so beautiful? ! Is this going to put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha? !
Feng Xinglang was attracted by the sound of the piano. Looking at Cong Gang's focused expression, Feng Xinglang suddenly felt that this guy was as handsome as ever! And still that kind of cool and expensive handsome!
Inadvertently, Cong Gang's raised eyes met Feng Xinglang's eyes staring at him closely; then a warm smile slowly rippled across Cong Gang's face.
As a result, there is only your eyes full of eyes!
Feng Xinglang leaned against the bar, listening quietly, and the delicate taste, the surging feeling that the soul was sublimated, soothed Feng Xinglang's heart little by little!
This dog thing is really a treasure!
Not in vain to come here across the ocean to catch him back!
Even if Xinglang is ruined by him, Feng Xinglang is willing to take advantage of others!
From beginning to end, Feng Xinglang felt that Cong Gang was his personal belongings. The kind of semi-free creature that only survives under his nose!
After a piano song, Cong Gang raised his head and drank a whole bottle of wheat beer.
Then, he fell drunk on the piano, as if he fell asleep.
Feng Xinglang remembered that Cong Gang knew how to drink, but he couldn't remember how bad his drink was.
It was easy to carry Cong Gang back to the cabin, after all, Feng Xinglang had a good health.
"I knew you were so easy to knock down, I'll just drink you up every time!"
Feng Xinglang threw Cong Gang on the wooden bed, Cong Gang let out a whimper, and then there was no sound.
"Damn... not dead!"
Seemingly not at ease, Feng Xinglang came over and tried Cong Gang's breath: There is more!
Feng Xinglang was too tired, so he took off and lay beside Cong Gang in a few strokes.
It seems that Cong Gang's clothes are in the way, making Feng Xinglang uncomfortable to hug...
"Come on, good son, Dad will change your clothes."
Unexpectedly, Cong Gang, who pretends to be cold, is very obedient at this moment, allowing Feng Xinglang to untie his clothes. No resistance, no struggle, and behaved like a grandson!
When it was done, Feng Xinglang didn't bother to put on Cong Gang pajamas and so on, leaving him so cool.
"Although your ribs are a bit ugly, it's not bad to be a heater!"
Feng Xinglang, who had been struggling for a day, was so tired that he put a heavy leg across Cong Gang's body and started to fall asleep.
It was originally one on the right and one on the left. After a while, it became one and the other, and then it became...
In short, it is very graphic!
Cong Gang slept very deeply, as if he and Feng Xinglang were the only ones left in this world.
In fact, the meaning of a drunkard is never wine, but someone who really cares about the scenery with him!
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The sunshine time in the small town of Vic is very short, about six hours a day.
When Feng Xinglang woke up, it was already past nine o'clock the next day, but it still looked groggy outside.
To be precise, Feng Xinglang was awakened from starvation.
"Bug...Bug..."
Feng Xinglang squirmed twice and looked around at the figure catching someone; he found that Cong Gang was already neatly dressed and was packing his mountaineering luggage.
"Wake up? The clothes are ready for you. If you are with you, we will set off!"
It is not difficult to find that these equipment were delivered overnight; including the mango and beef that Feng Xinglang loved to eat.
Seeing Cong Gang who was packing, Feng Xinglang suddenly laughed, and also smiled so unkindly.
"Why, do you still have the energy to climb the mountain? Doesn't it hurt?"
Feng Xinglang's semi-tan upper body has a very good appearance: the muscle texture is really beautiful, and the chestnut shape is strong, but the actual combat is much worse.
Cong Gang raised his eyes and glanced at the malicious Feng Xinglang, and said calmly:
"Don't be fooling around! The sunshine here is only six hours! We must rush to the top of the mountain in six hours!"
"What? Six hours to climb?"
Feng Xinglang had to climb the mountain for six hours when he heard it, and he was not well.
"If I were alone, two hours would be enough, but I have to take your side... it's estimated to be a little over five hours! During this period, you have to make sure that you don't shout hungry or mess around!"
As long as Cong Gang is not lacking in heart and eyes, he can't pull up Feng Xinglang, a creature that is lazier than a pig, and go to the top of the mountain to see the aurora.
"Cong Gang, do you have a painful leisure time? You can take a look at the bottom of the mountain. Is it necessary to climb to the top of the mountain?"
Feng Xinglang looked unhappy: How about climbing the mountain for more than five hours? It is simply the ultimate challenge!
"Then I'll wait for you on the top of the mountain! When did you figure it out and when did you come to me!"
Cong Gang paused, "Or, my dog ​​is no longer necessary for you!"
When Cong Gang picked up the packaged equipment and was about to turn around and leave, Feng Xinglang jumped out of the quilt and hugged him.
"Caterpillar, do you really play it? Does it need to be so serious?"
Although the temperature in the cabin was not low, it was still too cold for Feng Xinglang, who could not wear a piece of clothing.
"Five hours... I can't crawl!"
Cong Gang immediately picked up an extremely cold down jacket and put it on Feng Xinglang's back.
"Isn't there me? When you can't crawl, I will carry you!"
Cong Gang's voice is very warm and warm, like the morning sun.
"Are you carrying equipment and me? You can't be exhausted, you a dog!"
Feng Xinglang’s spiritual world can be said to be lazy to the extreme, "Bug, I am a grandfather... just let me go! What if I die halfway? I haven't seen it yet. Where's the child!"
"Okay... I won't embarrass you!"
Cong Gang turned around again, "I will go alone!"
"No! I won't let you go alone!" Feng Xinglang stopped Cong Gang again, "If you die on the top of the mountain, I have to climb up to collect your body! Wouldn't it be more tiring?!"