Chapter 2192: Postscript 10 (2/2)
Glancing at the big mango sent by the little cute to himself, and glanced at the small thing quietly staring at himself, Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes: What does the small thing mean? Is this courting him?
”Daddy, take a bite of An An's mango!”
Seeing nothing moving from his dad, the Fengzhe kid urged.
”Why should I eat the mango she gave?”
Feng Xinglang raised his eyebrows. In fact, when he first came to him with a mango from a small thing, he could already guess: this little guy should want to use this mango to apologize to him!
When he first met, he bit his father-in-law ... I felt like I was too clumsy?
This attitude and way of admitting wrong, Feng Xinglang is still willing to accept!
”Dad than, take a bite of An An's mango! So ... this means forgive An An!”
Feng Zongzhe showed his little warm man's side and began to lift the mango to his father's mouth for An An.
Because the big bug just told An An: As long as your dad takes a bite, he will be forgiven An An!
”It takes me a bite ... it's not impossible ...”
Feng Xinglang smiled with a slight smile on his lips, and rushed over his big hand. ”An'an, give me my little hand!”
The last time I couldn't touch Xiao An'an's hand, this opportunity was really rare.
But it just means something like 'robbing the fire.'
”Dad than, don't worry about An An! An An doesn't like people touching her little hand ... Little Worm's hand touches you!”
The heart-warming Fengzhezi stuffed his little hand into the palm of his dad.
”Oh my god, Mommy didn't expect my bugs to be so warm ... Mommy was really pleased!”
Snow fell really touched by the warmth of the younger son. This little cute named An An is really the savior of the youngest son.
”Mum, let your dad have a bite of An An's mango!”
With one bite, he and An An can deal with big bugs.
”Xing Lang, take a bite! Look at the anxiety of your own son ...” Xue Luo also urged the younger son.
Feeling that his face was greatly satisfied, Feng Xinglang became even more arrogant.
”An'an, give me your little hand ... I'll take a bite of this mango!”
Feng Xinglang began to talk to a young man less than two years old about the conditions. He thinks it's because he understands his words.
Xiao An'an did not follow Feng Xinglang's intentions. She just waited quietly and watched quietly.
This silent insistence is really a small copy of Cong Gang!
”Feng Xinglang, can't you eat? I can't stop it if you don't!” Xue Luo threatened.
Feng Xinglang knows that she is so small, so she should have no worries; this is just an innate habit of her: calm enough, and patient enough! He started to like this little thing so much!