Chapter 1932: Yes! of course yes! (1/2)
At that moment, Feng Xinglang was like an angry and strong lion, and the bush lying on the rattan chair was lying in ambush.
Cong Gang could have avoided it, but he still had a good-looking son named Feng Er in his arms; he turned to the side of his body for a moment, and pushed the little guy away from the outer edge of the rattan chair, so as not to be angered by him. The **** **** was hurt by accident.
Feng Xinglang successfully restrained Cong Gang. Due to the limitation of the space of the rattan chair, he could only hold Cong Gang who did not know him in a clumsy manner.
Cong Gang didn't resist, he couldn't resist when he looked at it!
He was holding the Feng Zedong child with one hand and covering his injured side waist with one hand; he couldn't make any effort to push against Feng Xinglang's strong body.
”Dog, do you want to consume me? Lao Tzu killed you first today!” Feng Xinglang raised his head in anger, and the strength of the card stuck in his hand increased a lot. ”Lao Tzu suffered so much humiliation. Hetun brought you out ... Your mother just repaid me like this? To save you, Lao Tzu shot even his dad, you
Mom still thinks about me? !! ”
After all, Cong Gang is only a carbohydrate person. He was pinched by Feng Xinglang's gravity card. His pale face was originally red due to blood loss, but it turned red and looked very uncomfortable.
”Uh ... uh!”
Feng Xinglang gave a deep muffled hum, a sharp pain in his arm from things like teeth sticking into the flesh.
Looking over his head, he saw that the younger son Feng Zongzhe was biting his little arm with his baby teeth ... it was the kind of bite that was full of milk!
”Shit! I'm your dear! How did I give birth to you, a little bunny who eats and crawls!”
Feng Xinglang was crying and laughing. That is to say a few words of verbal reprimand, and really reluctant to fight.
”Release your mouth! Or your dad will beat you!”
At that time, Feng Xinglang had unconsciously released the jamming on Cong Gang's neck.
But the little guy still bite a piece of meat on the arm of Feng Xinglang tightly and refused to let loose.
”Stink, aren't you still loose? Daddy really wants to hit you!”
The horizontal is relatively horizontal, but the movement is a lot of tenderness: Let the dad pinch his cheeks, the little guy will not let go!
”Cough!” Cong Gang coughed twice, gently forcibly chopped off by Feng Xinglang, and then gently reprimanded the Feng Zetong kid who had been biting Feng Xing Lang's arm. mouth!”
The little fellow then let go of his little mouth, and gave a disapproval glance to Feng Xinglang, wiped the mixture of saliva and blood with the back of his little hand, and fell into Cong Gang's arms again.
”Little bunny! Do you know the wrong father? Do you know?”
Feng Xinglang reached out to pinch the youngest son in Cong Gang's arms, but the little thing hit and pushed with his little hand.
”Zoo, don't be so rebellious towards your dad!”
With Cong Gang's yell, the small thing quieted down; on the shoulder of Cong Gang's side, quiet and well-behaved.
”Cong Gang, how did your mother seduce my son?”
Feng Xinglang, who was angry with his youngest son, vented his anger on Cong Gang, an innocent person.
”Your son has mild Asperger's syndrome. Don't you know that you are a dad?”
Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang and said, ”Not only your‘ baba ’I taught ...” Cong Gang said and stopped.
”Why do you want to ask me for credit?”
Feng Xinglang's heart still touched. But the words at the exit are always so harsh.
Cong just glanced at Feng Xinglang and ignored him. Just touching the little guy's short hair gently, his eyes were warm.
”I also had autism when I was young. Isn't it good now?” Feng Xinglang hummed disapprovingly.