Chapter 1192: I miss you (1/2)
”Nono ... Nono! My son ...”
When Feng Xinglang called for the second time, the little guy couldn't sit still.
I haven't seen my dad for a month. Although I can talk on the phone every day, the little guy still wants to miss his dad.
No one's love can replace the love of his father and his father; besides, the children of Lin Nuo still have 5 years of missing children.
”Mummy, when it is time to hold, you are not to hold; when you are not to hold, you are to hold in disorder!”
In general, the little ones have not fully understood the meaning of ‘retention’. Maybe in his opinion, the so-called ‘holding’ is simply not wanting to keep mommy too close to his father and father, and as long as he is kissed by his father, it ’s silly!
The little guy said as he climbed down from the chair, ”I don't want to compare with you! I have to go out and learn a lesson: **** Feng Xinglang who has left his wife and children here for so long!”
Watching the little figure of his son who couldn't wait to run towards her husband, Xue Luo's nose became sour again.
She knows that her son misses his dear! Every time he received a call from Feng Xinglang, the little guy was extremely happy.
”Bastard Feng Xinglang ... why did you come here! My wife and children have been waiting for you for a long time!”
The little boy ran to the hall in a hurry, and when he saw Feng Xinglang, his grandfather standing in the living room of the grandson, his little nose went straight for a breath.
”Good boy ... let your dad hug you!”
Feng Xinglang opened his arms and tightly embraced the flying little things in his arms.
”Feng Xinglang ... you hate it! It took so long to pick up my wife and children!”
The little guy wanted to be proud, but the moment his dad was in his arms, his eyes turned red.
”Sorry ... Daddy is really sorry! You and Mommy have been wronged!”
Feng Xinglang kissed his son's cheek, tenderly held the small object with a tall nose, rubbing the little P-strand of the guy's fleshy and light weight, tightening his small body.
”Now you know that you miss your wife and children? You wouldn't let you hold it if you knew it!”
The little guy hummed arrogantly, but a pair of small hands hugged his father's neck tightly, and bumped Feng Xinglang with his little head.
”I really want to ... I feel so sad!”
Feng Xinglang held the twist of the little guy's back with a big palm, making him even more conscientious to be held in his arms.
”It's right to know the pain! Don't leave your wife and children for so long next time! Have you heard?”
Little things coaxed Feng Xinglang's face, like an uneasy, but hurt and aggrieved beast.
”Hear! Daddy will never do it again!”
Feng Xinglang nibbled his son's fleshy hands, raised his eyes and looked around, ”What about your mommy?”
”Mummy didn't want to see you! She said she wanted to hold on!”
The little boy hummed, dissatisfied with a small head against Feng Xinglang's chest.
”Hold again! Then hurry up with your dad to break her hold!”
Feng Xinglang kissed the little guy again, ”In fact, your mommy wants to be more dad than anyone else!”
”No! Mommy loves her dear son!”
The little guy hummed proudly, and pulled his father Feng Xinglang's hand toward the dining table.
Actually there are some things that little guys still understand. He knew that Mommy wanted her father, but she always pretended not to want him. Very nerve-racking behavior!
”Dad, then my elder father, why didn't they come back?”
The little boy asked as he led the way.
”Your righteous father ...”
As soon as he spoke, Feng Xinglang felt a little awkward: whether he accepted it or not, his son's name was Hetun Yifu. But the little guy also yelled very smoothly and very slippery.