Chapter 1728: His glory 4 (1/2)
This bear child ... would you say that?
It was unexpectedly unexpected.
Do you miss Cong Gang's dog thing?
There should be no! But why did small things say that? Is it true in his mind that this dear is wrong?
Feng Xinglang was to refute. But I felt that in the face of the stubborn little guy, all his own arguments were so pale and weak.
”Dad, you take the bug brother around, you went upstairs to see the caterpillar's favorite flowers and plants!”
After the little guy explained, he hurried upstairs.
”Nono, you slow down.”
Feeling empty in the living room downstairs, Feng Xinglang followed slowly upstairs.
Perhaps the mild environment made the second son feel uncomfortable. When Feng Xinglang stepped upstairs, the little thing in his arms made two light crying.
Crying is not loud, but it can ring through the entire quietly depressing villa.
”What's wrong? My uncle ... what's wrong?”
Feng Xing Langton took a step, buried his head and kissed the little one; feeling the temperature of the human body, the original uncomfortable little thing stopped crying and opened his eyes and looked.
Feng Xinglang wasn't sure if he could see anything small for more than a month, but holding on to the little guy who looked so focused, he seemed to feel what he could really see.
Ying Ting's eyebrows narrowed slightly, Feng Xinglang's alert ring looked around.
”Cong Gang, if your **** ghost stays, just look for me! Bugs are still young, don't scare him!”
Is this childish to talk to ghosts?
A ”click” sound should come from the third floor.
”Nono ...”
Feng Xinglang hugged the small things in his arms and walked upstairs.
”Daddy, have you been here alone?”
The children of Lin Nuo stopped in front of the flowers and plants, all thinking.
”Why ask?” Feng Xinglang frowned slightly.
”Because some flowers and plants ... are alive!”
The flower room left by Cong Gang is not all the kind of orchids that are delicate and hard to serve; there are also some pots and pans that Feng Xinglang thinks are good. Just pour some water and make some nutrient solution, and they will grow brilliantly.
In order to serve these delicate orchids for the winter, Feng Xinglang took some time to learn.
But what can be left to die is basically a stubborn breed.
”It was my dad who threw away all the flowers and plants that are about to wither! Keep them in sight!”
”Daddy! Why do you litter the caterpillars!”
The little guy seemed a little angry, ”Maybe the flowers you lost are the favorite of the big caterpillars !!”
”Even if he likes it, what can he do? Anyway, he can't see it anymore! My dad can take care of him for so long, and it is enough to give him a face!”
Seeing that his son cared so much about Cong Gang, Feng Xinglang seemed a little angry.
”Dad, if you don't want to take care of these flowers for the big caterpillar, let your son do it!”