Chapter 1998: Keep feeding the dog (2/2)

”Cong Gang, this whole day, shouldn't you just teach my son a poem? You're too perfunctory!”

As soon as Feng Xinglang shook his hand, he just lost the apple Chao Cong, ”Although you don't have much credit, but there is still a bit of hard work, this apple will reward you!”

Cong just raised his hand gracefully, and steadily caught the apple that Feng Xinglang threw at him.

To be precise, Feng Xinglang was smashing!

If Cong didn't reach out to pick it up, then Apple would probably hit his face! Jean is able to open, but a good apple broke, it is a pity, right? !!

But one thing that the younger son, Wormworm did, made Feng Xinglang's mood complicated: the little guy came almost by conditioned reflexes and immediately protected Cong Gang's head with his own hands. It should be protecting the apple from being thrown away by your dad!

Fortunately, Cong Gang has steadily caught the apple he dropped in the past!

Should I sigh that his son's reaction speed is extremely fast and keen? Or should it be that his own son had such a deep relationship with Cong Gang?

”Bad father!” The little man hummed again.

”Huh?” Cong just murmured.

This time the little guy didn't want to change his mouth, but the little grievance re-went in Cong Gang's arms.

Feng Xinglang looked a lot with emotion when he watched the little son who was selling well in Cong Gang's arms. But still forcibly hugged the small things in the past.

”Zugong, obediently go back with your dad! Be obedient!”

With Cong Gang's words, the little guy no longer struggled.

”Remember what the big bugs taught you!” Cong Gang probed over and flicked the little face that was not very happy.

The little boy nodded nicely. Biao was on the shoulders of Feng Xinglang, looking at Cong Gang.

Feng Xinglang didn't want to say anything to thank Cong Gang. Because the younger son likes Cong Gang so much, this has made him very upset.

”Reward your stuff, don't eat it yet!”

Cong just returned to Feng Xinglang with a cold eye and ignored him.

”Why? I'm afraid I'll poison you and give you a poisoned apple? Look at your small eyes ...”

Feng Xinglang took the apple in Cong Gang's hand, took a bite, and shoved it back into Cong Gang's hand.

”Lao Tzu is not as spooky as you! Lao Tzu is noble in character: repay with morality!”

After speaking, Feng Xinglang sat down with his son's high uncle on his neck, and the father and son went downstairs happily.

Something to give away ... even took himself to take a bite first? !!

”Big bug ... see you tomorrow!”

When the little boy turned back, he saw the big bug eating an apple bitten by his dad.

”Eat fruit fruit ...” the little man murmured subconsciously.

”Zhongzhe also wants to eat fruit? Go back to your dad to cut a bigger and sweeter fruit for you later!”

When approaching Feng Feng, Feng Xinglang told the little guy once again: ”Zhong Zhe, remember to go back and give 'Meng He Ri Noon' to your mummy! Your mummy will be very happy and happy ! ”

After seeing the mummy in the living room, the little boy happily carried back the ancient poem taught by the big insects: ”On the day of Hehe, the sweat drips into the soil. Who knows that Chinese food is hard.”

Even more exaggerated than Feng Xinglang expected, his wife Xue Luo even burst into tears.

So before dinner, the little guy kept saying: ”On the day of He He, sweat drips into the soil ...”

”Okay, don't get older 'Sunday noon'! Let's rest at noon!”