Chapter 2187: Postscript 5 (1/2)
Feng Xinglang, playing with his mobile phone, has no intention of working.
Cong Gang's dog had a daughter? Why did he get a daughter? It is totally unscientific in terms of his demon and death attitude towards life!
This little girl named An An, shouldn't Cong Gang adopt it? !!
Could it be that the caterpillars have so much love that they can raise children for anyone? Is this the rhythm of kindergarten?
But the younger son also said that An An is a big worm's sweetheart and has the same relationship as his dear and Wan Wan!
Feng Xinglang hesitated to call Cong Gang to ask? But it doesn't seem to stop me!
Last time in the bathroom, Cong Gang stood by and watched as Feng Xinglang was ‘bullyed’ by Yan Bang.
Is it because he can stand by without seeing his life in danger?
It means that he wants to see him being bullied? !!
Regardless of the reason, Feng Xinglang felt that Cong Gang, a close bodyguard, was unforgivable!
But don't call Cong Gang, Feng Xinglang is very curious. He really wanted to know: how did the child named An An come out!
After a fierce ideological struggle, Feng Xinglang still called Cong Gang's phone.
For things like patience, Cong Gang has always been a winner. He has endless patience and willpower. Until Feng Xinglang took the initiative to ignore him. This is also where someone grit their teeth! But why not!
The phone was switched on after two or three seconds. This time, it was a refusal.
”I'm Fengxing Lang.”
”Well, I heard it.” Cong Gang's response was light and casual.
”Listen to the bug, did you have a daughter?” Feng Xinglang went straight to the main topic.
”Well, yes.” Cong Gang replied.
”How did you do it?”
Feng Xinglang's question was full of doubts and deep confusion.
Perhaps in his opinion, Cong Gang's birth of a daughter was truly incredible.
After talking on the phone for a while, Cong responded slowly: ”How did your daughter make it ... My An An is almost like that.”
This answer ... very clumsy!
”Was it really An An?” Feng Xinglang asked coldly, ”Is it really your birth?”
”Yes. An An is my birth.”
Cong just answered quietly. It seemed that he did not expect Feng Xinglang's response to be so great.
”When did you get a woman? Don't hide it and bring us a fresh look!” Feng Xinglang dismissed.
”You've seen it. It's Lia.” Cong Gang still said softly.
”Lia? Isn't that woman dead?” Feng Xinglang sat upright.
”Well, dead!” Cong Gang replied softly.
”Is she born before she died? Then ... isn't it about the same size as Bugs?” Feng Xinglang estimated an approximate time.
”An An is a frozen egg baby, only sixteen months old!” Cong Gang calmly calmed down.
”frozen?”
Feng Xinglang seemed to be relieved, and moaned quietly, ”It turned out to be a motherless child.”
Cong just didn't answer.