Chapter 1348: Say you have no taste (1/2)

Feng Xinglang shut up in cooperation.

If even this trivial matter is to play tricks to pit his own children, that's too much for his dad! It's too good!

Feng Xinglang is still very confident: Cong Gang should not choose the gorgeous and vulgar Phalaenopsis; instead, he will choose him to choose Moran.

Cong Gang likes orchids and has raised so many. The basic taste should still be there!

From the perspective of Feng Xinglang, the so-called orchid taste should be: don't follow the trend to like those gorgeous and tacky orchids, but should like the low-key and connotative ones he chose. Only then can it be considered tasteful!

”Big caterpillar, which pot of flowers do you prefer?”

The little boy tightly covered his dad's mouth while asking Cong Gang again.

Looking at the intimacy of Feng and his sons, Cong Gang's eyes fainted with a slight smile.

”I like that pot of phalaenopsis!”

Cong Gang almost blurted out. Not even spending a second trying to figure out someone's will.

”Oh ... oh! I won ... I won!”

The little guy let go of his father's Feng Xinglang's mouth and jumped like a puppy like Huanhuan, ”Ha ha ha ha ... I won! Big caterpillar, you are great! I am also great!”

The little guy is really happy.

Feng Xinglang hasn't seen his son yelling loudly like now!

It makes the little guy cheer so much, even if he loses, he is worth it!

The most sincere and innocent joy and smile of a 7-year-old child infected Feng Xinglang and Cong Gang.

”Big caterpillar, I love you so much!”

Lin Nuo hugged Cong Gang's neck and kissed him madly.

”pass!”

Seeing that his own son was more affectionate than others, Feng Xinglang hurriedly pulled the little guy wrapped around Cong Gang's neck.

”Big caterpillar, guess again: which pot of flowers was chosen by me? Which pot of flowers was chosen by my dad? My dad and I went to the flower, bird, insect and fish market early to choose flowers for the big caterpillar!

The little fellow was still immersed in his joy, and once again happily asked Cong Gang, who had been kissed a little.

Being treated so enthusiastically by others, Cong Gang was really a bit uncomfortable. He was used to the coldness of his world, impersonal.

Did the father and son really pick the orchid for him?

A ray of warmth inexplicably poured into my heart, Cong Gang seemed to be a little cramped.

”Who chose the basin of Moran? So tasteless ...”

Obviously, Cong just intentionally. When the boy Linuo asked him which pot of orchids he liked, he could already guess who the two pots of orchids came from. For a 7-year-old child, choosing flowers is usually the first reference element visually.

And the basin of Moran ... well, I have to say, this proud guy is not very good. At least the taste of selecting orchids is extremely poor! And this basin of Moran is probably his casual choice. Presumably he didn't do much research on orchids.

”Hahahaha ...”

The little guy couldn't help closing his mouth, ”Dad, say you have no taste! Hahahaha!”

Lin Nuo children laughed proudly, and accompanied Cong Gang to damage his own father.

”Say I have no taste? Moran ... From this name alone, it is quite learned and connotative!”

Feng Xinglang's eloquence is that I can fight for three points without reason.