Chapter 1998: Keep feeding the dog (1/2)
In the evening, Feng Xinglang came to Qibei Shancheng to pick up his younger son and return to Feng's house.
Apple looks like it should be a fine product, and it feels good.
It was a special product selected by Feng Xinglang in the fruit basket in the office.
He seemed to vaguely remember that Cong Gang liked to eat apples.
Really let Cong Gang's dog thing learn his own noble character of resentment.
The dog thing teased himself and made him run for half an hour against the hot sun. The clothes were wet from head to feet and from inside to outside; but he even brought an apple to Cong Gang as a reward?
Of course, let's see how Cong Gang's performance all day! If he can teach his youngest son, Worm, to tell a fairy tale, then this apple will reward him; if he can't ... just keep feeding the dog!
When the car turned safely on Panshan Mountain Road without a flat tire, Feng Xinglang could not help but secretly relieved. He really has a little taboo that Cong Gang, the guy who does not follow the routine, will let him walk uphill!
”Hey, we don't have to climb the mountain!” Even Ba Song, who drove, relaxed, ”I guess my boss is in a good mood today!”
Feng Xinglang ignored him, just squinting at the apple in his hand.
”Mr. Feng ... I think you've been holding it ... why didn't you eat it?”
”Why, you want to eat?” Feng Xinglang gave Ba Song a slant.
”I don't like fruit!” Ba Song seemed a little curious, and then asked, ”Did you want to bring Bugs to eat? Don't bother, these fruit bosses are here!”
”I used to feed the dogs!” Feng Xinglang snorted.
”Hey dog? Where's the dog here?” Ba Song asked in confusion.
After Feng Xinglang appreciated Ba Song's eyes, he ignored him.
Someone even sent the worst Loser in the team to make him a bodyguard? Is this insulting his IQ, or is he playing his fate? !!
Before leaving the car, Feng Xinglang said fiercely, ”If you mother dare to drive away again, be careful I interrupt your dog's leg!”
With a blank look, Ba Song watched Feng Xinglang get out of the car and enter the villa, whispering to himself: What the **** am I doing? I can't do it again! Besides, if you want to break my leg, you have to beat me first!
When Feng Xing Langmai reached the second floor, he heard the sound of the younger son's round reading.
”On the day of He Wo, sweat drips into the soil. Who knows that Chinese dishes are hard.”
At this moment, Feng Xinglang's eyes were instantly moisturizing: It turned out that his little things were not stupid at all, and he didn't stay at all. He could read and recite an ancient poem that was mouthful so well!
It seems that there is nothing difficult in the world. That dog thing is due diligence!
You need to know that when little things are at home, no matter what kind of parenting and early teachers are enlightened, the little ones will ignore them. Cong Gang really has contributed to making small things recite an ancient poem in a few hours.
In fact, it is more meticulous and patient than his biological father!
”Bad father!”
When he saw his father Feng Xinglang, the little guy conditionedly drilled into Cong Gang's arms.
”Huh?” Cong Gang snorted softly.
”Good father ... Daddy is the best!” The little boy changed his mouth immediately, though there was a little reluctance.
How could Feng Xinglang not hear the younger son's ”bad father” cry in one go, but this ”good father” was reluctantly called under the threat of Cong Gang!
”Shit, my dad really hurts you little white-eyed wolf!”
Even with the words of reprimand, Feng Xinglang is full of affection for his father's love, ”Come here, let my father and father hug me! Give the father and father that” Wo Wo Day Noon ”again!”
The little boy nestled in Cong Gang's arms, and crouched back in disgust.