Chapter 1933: Not talking about feelings (1/2)

Feng Xinglang understands this reason, of course, Cong Gang will understand better!

It's just ... it's just that there are things in this world that are not measured by benefits!

Overall, Feng Xinglang is happy at the moment!

A baby girl who could be born a few months ago; a younger son finally called his dad, and it was really beautiful and bubbling!

As for talking with Cong Gang, it is completely a pastime!

The Fengzhe kid didn't want to go home with his dad. But under Cong Gang's lightness, the little guy was obediently held down by his father Feng Xinglang.

Before Xiaoxing left, Cong Gang's nostalgic eyes seemed to give Feng Xinglang the illusion: Wouldn't this little thing be Cong Gang's birth? !!

And illusion is just illusion!

The little thing is its own breed, there is no doubt about it. Feng Xinglang is also convinced!

”Zoo, please call Dad a few more times for your dad ... Otherwise, Dad will not show you the **** caterpillar next time!”

”Baba ... dad ... da ... da ... ba ... ba ...”

From the third floor downstairs to the living room downstairs, the small things were groaning with a messy title. Very flattering and well behaved.

In the living room downstairs, Feng Xinglang saw Ba Song already packed: a suitcase, a canvas bag; neat equipment.

It should have been prepared long ago. Just wait for Feng Xinglang to nod and promise.

Cong Gang's person, Feng Xinglang is still at ease. He threw the car key to Ba Song.

Ba Songli Luo took the car keys and quickly placed his simple luggage; when Feng Xinglang and his son walked out of the living room, the car door was opened for them.

The action is clean and clear, and he will serve the master more than before! It seems that Cong Gang will train his men!

”Smelly boy, isn't your dad better than that **** caterpillar? You're closer to him than your dad? Your dad is so heartbroken ?!”

Feel free to drive without driving, Feng Xinglang talked to the younger son about the truth.

”Big bug ... it hurts ...” the little man muttered towards the third floor of the villa.

”That dead bug hurts, and that dear doesn't hurt? Smelly kid, look at you bit your dad's arm ... punish you not to eat meat tonight! Call your father a hundred times! Not enough, a thousand times! ”

Feng Xinglang raised his sleeves to show the little guy his bitten arm: there were also two rows of bloodstained tooth marks on it.

Seeing the bastard's dad angry, the little guy was silent, but just leaning his head on his head, staring at the villa farther and farther away.

”This little bug really likes my Boss!”

From the rear-view mirror, Ba Song saw the small bug that had been staring at the villa, and then sighed.

Reprimanding the younger son is just an illusion, because Feng Xinglang has always been a spoiled child; while holding the younger son on his thigh, he asked Ba Song coldly:

”Tell me, why didn't you say goodbye? Was it because of the call of your master?”

With this in mind, Feng Xinglang was angry: No matter how good he is to Ba Song, he is not as good as his dog owner!

”Mr. Feng, that year ... My Boss was injured, so ...”

In fact, Ba Song has explained so much, it is enough to explain the problem.

”I don't know you well!” Feng Xinglang Lengheng.

”Boss will not leave people who are too familiar with you! The Lord is the Lord and the Servant is the Servant; only talk about work, not emotion!”

”...” What fallacy did Cong Gang instill in himself? !!

”Don't worry, I can't talk to you about emotions!”