Chapter 2221: Feng Linnuo 8: How boring! (1/2)
”Anyway you have to go back after eating the noodles!”
Cong An'an hummed, waiting for the unsolicited Feng Xinglang.
In the face of a little girl who constantly resisted herself, and also her future daughter-in-law, Feng Xinglang did not show any dissatisfaction or anger, but kept warming the smile on his handsome face.
Neither angry nor prestigious nor humble!
For those he wants to love, Feng Xinglang will use his unique wisdom and humor to resolve.
This is the personal charm of Feng Xinglang!
”An'an, do you think that Godfather's stay here will steal your father's limelight? Although you don't admit it, deep down you always think that I'm better than your father's land? Right?”
Feng Xinglang turned on the **** mode with Cong Anan while eating the noodles with appetite.
”...” Cong Gang tickled the corners of his lips, keeping his silence golden.
Feng Xinglang's cheeky, Cong Gang has been taught for so many years ... When will Feng Xinglang suddenly become humble, he will feel surprised instead.
”How is that possible? What would you do better than my dad?”
The young Cong An'an was still on the road of Feng Xinglang. After being spurred, she began to refute the words of Feng Xinglang.
This is exactly what Feng Xinglang expected.
Even if he was refuted in his ears by a sting, it would be better for him to go back to sleep on the cold bed alone.
Besides, Cong Gang still has food and drink here ... and fun!
From the perspective of Feng Xinglang, he is just playing with Cong Gang's father and daughter!
Although this is only his own wishful thinking.
”Let's not talk about inner wisdom and cultivation ... just say that my handsome and handsome face has already dumped your dad ten streets!”
Feng Xinglang took a sip of the stomach moisturizing soup that Cong had just delivered, and then he blew himself up.
Cong An'an stared at Feng Xinglang for a while, humming his mouth and humming, ”But I don't think you are more handsome than my dear! My father is the coolest and coolest man in the world!”
”An'an, aren't you realistic ?! Although I can understand your numb worship of your dad, you can't talk nonsense with your eyes open!”
Although Cong An'an has resisted him for so many years, Feng Xinglang can always resolve this embarrassing situation without losing humor and wisdom.
No matter how noisy or angry, Feng Xinglang has always been good at it.
Cong Gang listened and looked like he smiled, his eyes were gently tender and tender.
When daughter An An was arguing with Feng Xinglang, Cong Gang added some vegetable salad to Feng Xinglang's hand.
In most cases, Feng Xinglang doesn't eat, but occasionally taking a bite or two by mistake ... is enough.
”No matter how much you say is useless! Anyway, my dad is the coolest and coolest!” Cong Anan grumbled dissatisfied.
”Xing Xing Xing, Godfather is not fighting! Your father is handsome, your father is cool! But that is only in your mind!”
Feng Xinglang meaningfully added the last word, ”But ... the eyes of the masses are clear!”
”Little bug, then you say my dad is more handsome and cool, or your **** dad is uglier and worse?”
Cong Anan came to eat the melon and sealed the worm.
On one side is his own dad, and on the other side are the big bug and An An, but it is not difficult to seal the little bug. Almost every second answers, ”Of course ...”
”Little bug!” Cong Gang stopped and swallowed the words behind the bug.
Whether Cong Gang or Feng Xinglang, in fact, they all know the answer that Feng Zhifeng will give.
In order not to affect someone's appetite, Cong Gang stopped the words behind the bug. Can be described as good intentions.
”How many noodles did your dad eat?”