Chapter 2161: This is slavery (1/2)
That night, Feng Xinglang slept extremely hard.
Seems like I haven't been able to sleep like this for a long time.
Wake up without shouting, without urging, without interruption!
In short, it was a luxury for him!
When Feng Xinglang opened his eyes and woke up, the room was still dark because of the curtains.
Very suitable for sleeping environment.
I thought it was too early, and wanted to subconsciously fumble for the watch on the bedside for a while, glanced at the time, and immediately jumped off the bed.
Is this ten o'clock in the evening or ten o'clock in the morning?
Definitely the latter. Because at ten o'clock last night, he was still on his way to Qibei Mountain City.
With so many high-tech equipment in this haunted house, this broken curtain has to be pulled manually? !! Don't you think it's very low?
But also in line with Cong Gang's personality! When he turned back to wear the watch by the bed, Feng Xinglang found some clues: for example, his clothes were actually taken from the floor tiles in the bathroom to the sofa next to the bed, and they were still neatly stacked; His phone was
People turned off the machine!
Feng Xinglang picked up the stacked clothes on the sofa and sniffed. It was washed and dried?
Who the **** did it?
Definitely not a conch girl! It should be Cong Gang's guy!
Is it ... is he really moved by his words last night? He actually believed that he really wanted to make peace with him?
What did you think of, Feng Xinglang rushed out of the bedroom and dashed all the way downstairs.
The messy downstairs living room was actually cleaned? Almost spotless!
Are n’t you dreaming? Didn't it dazzle?
Last night's mud and water flowed, scattered flowers and grass, and broken pots and pots, all of them were cleaned up!
If it weren't for the curtain that he had lit most of the time and still hung in ruins, Feng Xinglang had an illusion that he had never happened before.
”Cong Gang ... Cong Gang? Bugs ... bugs ...”
Feng Xinglang called Cong Gang twice and called two younger sons without getting any response.
Did you leave again? Still hiding?
Feng Xinglang saw the blank piece of paper beside his feet, and an arrow was drawn on the blank piece of paper. An arrow pointing to the kitchen.
He bent over and picked up the white paper with arrows, the cartoon style was more like a child's hand.
Was it painted by the youngest son, Worm?
Feng Xinglang faintly remembers that while his leg was still undergoing corrective surgery and was hospitalized, his youngest son showed his talent for painting.
Last time it seemed like I was drawing ... big bugs and small bugs? !! Another memory that made Feng Xinglang angry!
Did the little guy hide himself in the kitchen?
Fengxing Langjian walked towards the kitchen. The kitchen door was opened after a string of digital codes was pressed.
Not only did someone come in to the kitchen, but he also left him breakfast on the bar: a smiling little yellow man with a mango grain on his plate; and an insulated lunch box. Feng Xinglang looked at the little yellow man's smiling face pattern, and his mouth slowly rose up: the mango grains were cut very regularly, but the plate was a bit messy and childish. He even thought of the picture of his younger son playing with these mango seeds.
Love filial piety!
Open the insulated lunch box, there are actually four layers.
The first layer is bacon shrimp rolls; the second layer is two boiled eggs; the third layer is a bowl of small yellow rice porridge?
servility!
This is slavery!
No matter how troubled he was, he could not wait for him like a grandson.
Feng Xinglang's lips raised a contemptuous smile: Uncle Ben or your uncle!
He squeezed a piece of bacon and shrimp rolls and stuffed it into his mouth. He took another sip of small yellow rice porridge, and Feng Xinglang went to get the bottom compartment.
Didn't you eat it, but turned out to be a player in a waterproof bag?
Holding it in his hand and glancing around, Feng Xinglang pressed the play button, and the sound of his younger son Feng Zengworm immediately came out.
”Daddy, you have to be obedient ... no noise, no noise, no fierceness, no smashing of flowers and flowers ... be a good dad!”
The little guy sniffed his nose and went on to say, ”The little worm cleaned up so tired ... I didn't sleep for one night ... Daddy than would it hurt the little worm?”
Dog stuff, even let his son clean up? This is using child labor too! !! !!
It seemed to know that my dad would get angry, and the little guy added: ”Daddy is better than not getting angry ... you are born of the worm, the worm is always your son! The worm loves you, oh!”
These latter words, Feng Xinglang still love to listen.
Although he knew that he had limited energy and had made the determination to spend 24 hours with his younger son, he always planned to keep up with the change and inadvertently delayed his determination. Do not blame his wife for complaining.