Chapter 837: Best best dad

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"Big caterpillar ... take me to meet Feng Xinglang ... I miss him!"
Lin Nuo's child used his little head to hit Cong Gang's chest over and over again.
And Cong Gang had no choice but to stretch out his palms to cushion the head that the little guy bumped into.
"Hungry? Hungry, let's eat first!"
Cong Gang answered the question and spent time with the little guy. This long night was really tough.
"Not hungry! I'm not hungry! I have to wait until I see my dad before I eat!"
This little Aojiao's tone seemed like a little look that abused herself and made others feel bad.
In general, whether they are Xing Shiliang or Yan Bang or Cong Gang, they will spoil this annoying and persistent thing for some reason. Try not to hurt the young mind of the little guy.
"If you can't see your dad, are you really hungry all night?"
Cong Gang tentatively asked. Moved the little thing in his arms slightly to prevent the little thing from slipping off his strong legs.
"Just hungry for one night! You are not allowed to eat! Hungry with me!"
The little guy hummed, "Big caterpillar, you're so bad! You promised to show me to Feng Xinglang. How can you talk without thinking? If you don't talk, it's a dog with a skin!"
"..." Cong Gangzheng had no words to respond to the little thing in his arms.
In fact, it was just a lie to coax him to bring a little thing to see his dad; but the little guy was serious and persistent.
Cong Gang can play tricks with the little guy, but the eager look of the little guy, as well as the filial piety of his love and heart, really makes Cong Gang refuse to resist this little thing.
Really stale, he thought of letting Feng Xinglang sleep again!
Although it is a plant-derived anesthetic, it is theoretically not harmful to the body; however, before being forced to do so, Cong Gang was reluctant to use it on a 5-year-old child.
If Feng Xinglang chooses: he will choose his own!
Therefore, Cong Gang could only let Feng Xinglang, who had already boarded the yacht, sleep again. In this way, the little guy can see and touch his own dad, but Feng Xinglang does not know that his own son is on the same cruise ship with him, and is also the same chip that Cong Gang used to deal with Hetun.
Half an hour later, Cong had just received a reminder from his senior: Feng Xinglang should have fallen asleep safely.
"Well, it's annoying, you're starving yourself without supper! I'll take you to see your dear now!"
Cong just stood up and supported the little guy's P stock with a strong arm. It's more heavy than you think.
The sturdy and fleshy little body looks more and more like his dad Feng Xinglang!
"really?"
The little boy's eyes were starving incredibly hungry and sleepy, "You won't lie to me again? It's a shame to lie to a child!"
"... I can deceive you with IQ of Feng Xinglang's son?"
Cong Gang said this, the little guy really loves to listen. In the subconscious, words of compliment Xiao P children also love to listen.
This time, Cong Congo didn't shame the kid!
Lin Nuo children saw Feng Xinglang in the luxuriously furnished cabin.
And the sleeping father Feng Xinglang!
"Feng Xinglang ... Feng Xinglang ... Your son is here!"
Maybe it's been too long, too long, and the little guy Feng Xinglang hasn't seen for over ten days, it will inevitably be a little emotional.
The Feng Xinglang, who was about to shout, said as soon as he became an son!
The little boy immediately rushed towards Feng Xinglang, who was asleep.
Sure enough, he is his own father, such as a fake replacement father.
The little guy tightly hugged Feng Xinglang on the sofa with his little arms, and used his little face to cling.
Maintaining close intimacy for half a minute, the little guy was a little dissatisfied, because Feng Xinglang was still asleep.
"Feng Xinglang, my son came to see you so far. Why are you still sleeping? Don't you want your son?"
Although the little guy had a small mood of dissatisfaction, he still tightly wrapped Feng Xinglang's neck with his own arms and couldn't bear to loosen it.
"Your dad should be sleepy, so let him sleep for a while. Let's go to dinner first."
Cong Gang just came to persuade the little guy hugging Feng Xinglang tightly.
But the little guy snuggled up to Feng Xinglang's head, and suddenly he beaked and kissed Feng Xinglang's cheek.
"Feng Xinglang, don't sleep anymore ... wake up and see my son! You haven't seen your son for more than ten days ..."
The intimacy between father and son is warm.
But it fell into Cong Gang's eyes, but it meant bitterness.
In his childhood, Feng Xinglang had at least one brother, Feng Lixin, who defended him and cared for him; and Cong Gang's childhood only had killing and coldness.
Everything is cold, bloody, cruel and impersonal!
"Feng Xinglang, do you wake up! I call your father ... good father ... the best and best father ..."
The little guy changed to a more adorable title, and over and over again in the ears of Feng Xinglang called Feng Xinglang in his deep sleep.
"Nono ... Nono ... Where's Dad ..."
Along with mumbled words in Feng Xinglang's dream, his big hands fumbled over, holding the small things around his neck in his arms.
"Feng Xinglang, are you awake?" The little guy was extremely pleased.
But Cong Gang was not surprised: Feng Xinglang was able to wake up with such a dose of anesthetic?
However, Cong Gang's concerns are superfluous. Feng Xinglang is just a subconscious action in a dream. He didn't really wake up.
It is enough to explain how much Feng Xinglang loves his own son Feng Lin Nuo!
Seeing Feng Xinglang falling asleep again, the little guy seemed to realize something, and turned his head to stare at Cong Gang sharply.
"Big caterpillar, have you given my dad any sleeping pills?"
The little guy doesn't know much about narcotics. But he could feel the abnormal sleepiness of Feng Xinglang. I ca n’t wake up.
"..." This clever thing is hard to coax!
It was at this moment that Wei Kang broke in and died. Holding the reheated dinner in his hand. It should be that the little things are almost coaxed by Boss, and it is time for dinner.
Wei Kang really admired Boss Cong Gang's patience and temper, but he was hungry with small things!
"Weikang, have you given Feng Xinglang a sleeping pill?"
Since Cong just wanted to sing red face, he had to choose a white face.
And Wei Kang has become the innocent head singing white faces!
"That ... seems like it!"