Chapter 1172: Unpaid wait (1/2)
”Dog, do you really know ?!”
Feng Xinglang, who frowned for several days, immediately saw the bright light in his eyes, and the whole person leapt across the baffle of the first-class chair and rushed over.
”You want to know?”
Cong Gang asked with a mild look. There was a soft light in the eyes.
”Of course I think! Come on!”
With the whereabouts of her niece, Feng Xinglang was both excited and excited.
”Even if you begged me ... I won't tell you! You know why!”
”I don't know!”
Feng Xinglang Jianshuo's posture jumped over directly and was suppressed on Cong Gang's body, ”Come on! Otherwise you will be killed!”
The sound of fighting attracted flight attendants; Feng Xinglang, who was on Cong Gang's body, still had no intention of converging.
”We are now looking for Xing San, and we will only fight against the grass and scare the snake! With Xing San's keenness and deceit, before we can get close to him, he has already shed the shell!”
Cong Gang, who was under the pressure of Feng Xinglang, looked at the flight attendants who came up awkwardly. The original face was resolute, and he was also ashamed:
”Furthermore, he has such a good shield as a regiment. If he points a gun at your niece's head and a gun at your head, will you resist or not? Xing San is a gang. Not alone! ”
That's enough!
Unbearable Cong Gang, a strenuous and strenuous carp struck, driving Feng Xinglang's body into the aisle aside, pushing him away.
”This-man-has-intermittent-neuropathy (this guy has intermittent neuropathy)!”
”...”
Mexico City is the most populous metropolitan area in the Americas and the highest altitude metropolitan area in the world. The oldest city in the Western Hemisphere is full of ancient Indian cultural heritage.
I do n’t know if it ’s a problem with the crepes, or if the tuna tacos are not hygienic enough, Feng Xinglang became sick that night.
It was a difficult master to serve, but it is even harder now.
Cong just gave Feng Xinglang medicine, but he refused to vomit.
After frustrating for three or four hours, Feng Xinglang almost collapsed.
Cong Gang once again explored Feng Xinglang's forehead and showed no signs of fever.
”Have a shot! The effect is better and faster.”
”……roll!”
Cong Gang certainly wouldn't roll. He lay on the edge of the bed with his clothes on, and watched Feng Xinglang's condition all the time.
...
Shen Cheng at this moment is undoubtedly undefended.
At least for Xing San!
He Tun took Lin Xueluo's mother and son back to Fort Pete; while Feng Xinglang and Cong Gang chased to Mexico City.
Only those old and young women who remained in Feng's home were sick and sick.
A Basong is simply not a problem!
As expected by Cong Gang: Xing San was a gang.
He has his eyeliner in Shencheng. Always report to him where Hetun and Feng Xinglang are.
But Xing San never contacted Lan Youyou.
Until Feng Tuan Tuan woke up in his arms.
Feng Tuan Tuan didn't cry much, humming like a cat.
After all, the little guy is less than five years old and can't bear the fear and anxiety of these days alone; alone in a foreign country, strange and horrible environment, thinking about small things, crying in his sleep.
”Why are you crying again?”
Xing San kissed Xiaoli's cheek and wiped her tears like a father.
”Tuan Tuan wants to go home ... Tuan Tuan wants papa ...”
Little cute was sobbing low, for fear that her voice would be too high to cause Xing San's unhappiness.
”Do n’t you tell my good father that Feng Lixin is not your biological father, he is just your adoptive father! So, you don't have to think about him anymore!”
Xing San turned on the table lamp at the bedside, took a paper towel and wiped the teary face for the little things.
”Tuan Tuan still wants to go home ... Good father, will you send Tuan Tuan home?”
Feng Tuan Tuan has always been well-behaved. Knowing that he would be unhappy to call Xing Sanda badass, he always pleased him and called him a good father.
”If I get you home, there is only one good dad left ... it will be lonely and lonely!”
Xing San used his knuckles to clear the thick hair sticking to his forehead and cheek for Feng Tuan. ”Does Tuan Tuan be willing to let his father be alone?”
”But Tuan Tuan really wants to go home too much ... Good father can live with Tuan Tuan and papa, and uncle. Just like Tuan Tuan and Brother Nono, eat together and go to school ...”
Talking, the little thing started crying pitifully; the original clear and watery eyes were crying red and swollen. That pitiful little appearance really made people feel pity.
”Tuantuan, good dad knows that you are sad now! But long pain is better than short pain. Good dad must take you by your side! No one can separate our father and daughter from each other any more! Xinglang is even worse! They all want to take you for themselves! They are too selfish! ”
Xing San distorts Feng Tuan Tuan's cognitive world. In a black and white way.
Little things under the age of five, her cognition is still quite plastic. What Xing San said, whether she could accept it at the time, but she did not have the ability to distinguish between true and false. In the near future, as Xing San repeats his statement further, presumably the small things will slowly believe it. Then he was forced to accept the cognitive world provided by Xing San.
When thinking of the big python at the exit downstairs, Feng Tuan Tuan was afraid to say to Xing San: You are the selfish big villain!