Chapter 2205: Postscript 23 (1/2)
”Come to see my dad!”
The little guy hugged his father's neck tightly, and finally he let his father hold him.
”Little Worm wants to kiss my dad!” Then he kissed his father on the cheek for four or five times. While kissing, still counting silently in my heart. The big bug said that he hugged for an hour every day, and kissed him a hundred times;
If you want to kiss, no matter who it is. As for hugging, my dad must be hugging myself. Because he can't hold his dad!
In the face of his young son who was so sticky, Feng Xinglang was of course adored.
The Fengzhe kid hung in the arms of his father and took a glance at Yan Wuzhen, who was beside a black box. Looks very strong, but also quite poor. When I have completed this task for half a month, I will reward his dad a little bit!
”By the way, who are you with?”
Feng Xinglang's mode of questioning was still very gentle. He didn't want the younger son to have a feeling of resistance to answering questions.
”Your son!” But the little guy answered him without thinking about it.
”My son? Did Brother Nono bring you?” Feng Xinglang frowned lightly.
”Not Nono, it's the son you lost!” The little man hummed.
”My son who was lost?”
Feng Xinglang really didn't understand the strange answer of the younger son, ”Why didn't my father remember what son he had lost?”
The little boy hugged his dad's cheek, and was a little serious: ”Daddy, you're too much! Why can't you remember losing your son?”
”...” Feng Xinglang frowned for a while, still wondering when he had lost any son. Besides, do n’t you just have two biological sons? Plus a dry son Yan Wudi!
Given that the younger son often did strange things and said some incredible things, Feng Xinglang didn't ask much at that time.
When Bai Mo came in, Feng Xinglang's arms still hugged his youngest son Feng Zeworm.
Bai Mo's eyes were very red and swollen, and there were some bruises on his forehead.
”Bang brother ...” After a hoarse wailing, Bai Mo knelt straight in front of Yan Bang's ashes.
Feng Xinglang's eyes turned red again. A long silence, a long silence. Just listening to Bai Mo hissing and weeping.
Compared to Feng Xinglang's forbearance, Bai Mo will vent his sadness straightforwardly. When you are sad, you will cry unscrupulously.
It wasn't until his wife called again that Feng Xinglang realized that he had forgotten to call his wife to report his younger son's safe call.
”The snow is falling, Bugs have arrived at the Royal Dragon City.”
Feng Xinglang's voice was hoarse, and he immediately took it away from the mobile phone and sent it to the younger son's mouth. ”Bug, say hi to Mommy.”
”Good night mommy, the worm is going to sleep!” The little boy yawned, eyes closed on his shoulders while lying on his back.
”Xinglang, there are still many things to be busy in Yulong City. I'll send the fourteen to get the bugs back!” Feeling her husband's hurt, Xueluo thoughtfully asked softly.
”No need! Bugs managed to stick to my dear ... I'm flattered!”
Feng Xinglang kissed his little son's warm face and kissed him, ”Let him follow me tonight!”
”Well ... I don't really see that this kid is so jealous!”
Xue Luo felt that the reason why the younger son was so sticky to her husband was because of the appearance of Yan Wuzhen. With a sense of crisis, afraid to lose? At least the little guy behaves like this!
”Snow falls, let's rest sooner or later!”
Without continuing to talk to his wife, Feng Xinglang hung up the phone. His heart had been disturbed by Bai Mo's exhausted cry.
Thinking of the past, Feng Xinglang's eyes were wet again.
”Daddy, are you crying?” The little guy looked up from his father's shoulder.
”No ... Bugs go to sleep! Daddy hugs you to sleep!” Feng Xinglang's voice was very dumb.
The seal bug that was supposed to fall asleep was disturbed by Bai Mo's hissing. He lay on his shoulders and watched Baimo cry.
”Daddy, why is he crying?” The little man muttered.
”Because ... sad!” Feng Xinglang had a headache.
”Is that dad sad too?” The little boy asked again, sleepy.
”Yes ... My dad is sad too!” Feng Xinglang said dumbly.
”Does that dad cry?”
”No! Daddy will turn grief into strength!”
Feng Xinglang was reluctant to look at Yan Bang on the photo, so he set his eyes on Yan Wuzhen, who was silently watching.
Perhaps when he conspired with Nina to create him, it seemed to have foretold that Yan Bang would die.
What kind of cause is what kind of result ... Feng Xinglang doesn't want to make it too clear! Perhaps the only thing he can do for Yan Bang is to preserve his only bloodline-Yan Wuzhen! Feng Xinglang spent the next two days in Yulong City. The younger son Feng Zeworm stuck him for two days. Whether Yan Bang was killed or buried, the little guy hung in his arms. From time to time to give comfort to my dad