Chapter 627: Daddys charm (1/2)
The father and son embraced each other so silently.
Feng Xinglang felt his son's small arms slowly looped around his waist.
It seems that the little guy also wants to use his own strength to protect his father and father Feng Xinglang, but he is only 5 years old and suffers from himself and does not have enough fighting power.
”Have you missed Mom?”
Feng Xinglang softly broke the silence between father and son.
The little man nodded. ”Think.”
”I miss your mum too! Although sometimes an idiot, it is a rare and wonderful woman.”
Feng Xing Lang held his son in his arms and hugged the little guy in a more comfortable and considerate posture.
It wasn't until the little guy's stomach was cooing hungry that Feng Xinglang let go of his own son in his arms.
”Did not have dinner?”
Feng Xinglang touched the little guy's belly with a lot of father love, and seemed to want to make up for the little things that his son lacked.
”I'm not hungry.”
The little guy pressed his belly awkwardly again, pretending to be a relaxed response.
”Good, go back to dinner. Remember to eat more and grow tall and strong, and you will be able to better protect your mommy in the future.”
Feng Xinglang was reluctant to leave his son. But he had to let him go.
The air in the dark room was humid and poorly circulated, with an unhealthy panmycete smell. And the little boy's groaning stomach made Feng Xinglang have to push the little man out of this dark room.
Blind persistence and forced retention are irresponsible selfish manifestations.
”You wait, I'll go get you food.”
The little guy was hungry himself, of course, he also thought that his father and father Feng Xinglang would also be hungry; so, he quickly climbed down from the pan, and rushed out like a little leopard to get food.
Watching the small figure of his son rushing out, Feng Xinglang tried to seduce his son's pace, but could only pinch his throat.
As the little guy left, the dark room was silent again like death. No interest.
”Meet my son?”
A slightly provocative voice of Qingyou came from a side door in the dark room, and then Xing Ba's ghostly figure flashed in front of Feng Xinglang's pan.
”Feng Xinglang, you really can do it. The woman's set is going to die or live, do you even use it?”
Xing Ba is delighted and enthusiastic about a prisoner of high IQ like Feng Xinglang.
It's like the hunter got his favorite prey.
Having achieved his purpose, Feng Xinglang was too lazy to waste a word with Xing Baduo.
Xing Ba became a fool to himself.
”My righteous father will be back tomorrow. Be prepared for going to hell!”
So, after receiving no response from Feng Xinglang, he became a little bit angry and angry.
Feng Xinglang rolled over and aired to Xing Bayi to abandon his back, then closed his eyes and rested.
In between, Feng Xinglang seemed to feel that his son Lin Nuo's small arms were ringing on his own waist.
So warm, so warm, so quiet.
*****
Xing Ba, who had been stunned, glanced angrily at Feng Xinglang who had crossed the river to dismantle the bridge and did not know the good, but left the dark room with a bit of resentment.
The little guy's pocket is full of food. When he was about to leave, he was stopped by Xing Laowu.
It should be that the big injury has just healed, and the door-like Xing Laowu looks a little bit vicissitudes. Fortunately, he is not too resentful, and did not feel anxious about Feng Xinglang's sneak attack on him.