Chapter 2287: Sneaking a Baby 62 (2/2)
Perhaps in Feng Zhizhe's cognition, Dad said that thinking of him would always bring some purpose.
”Shit, you are my own son, just like Da Nuo Nuo and Wan Wan! Daddy loves you the same as loving them both!” Feng Xinglang deliberately emphasized the word ”biological”.
”Daddy, you still have to think about Big Nono and night and night tight! Don't think of bugs, you will be very tired!”
Feng Zongzhe doesn't mind if his own dad loves himself a little. He even hoped that his dad had better forget his child.
”Smelly boy, are you so cold about your dad's heart?” Feng Xinglang kissed the younger son's flesh.
”Don't kiss it! Your beard is so buggy ... very uncomfortable!” The little boy ran away with a quick whistle and continued to sort out the flowers and plants.
Feng Xinglang sighed for a long time, glanced at Cong Gang who was calling in front of the window, and squinted at Cong Anan who was spraying flowers and grass, cleared his throat and said to her:
”An'an, bring your dad the best apples, go and wash one for your dad to try something new!”
Feng Xinglang calculated: As soon as your Cong called me to kiss my son, I called you to kiss my daughter. Of course, the washed apple will not be given to Cong Gang. Feng Xinglang smelled the aroma of the apple all the way, and he also wanted to taste how delicious the apple was. On weekdays, Feng Xinglang rarely eats fruit. Even the mango he likes,
Will deliberately eat it.
But did not think Cong Anan just looked up at the fruit basket and hummed: ”There are so many apples in my cold store!”
”...” Feng Xinglang had the embarrassment of being beaten up by his daughter-in-law, ”Then you can take a few out of your cold store and let me taste it!”
”You still carry your fruit basket back to your home and taste it!”
Cong Anan stopped talking about Feng Xinglang, and continued to sprinkle water on the potted plants.
”Cong Gang! How do you educate your daughter?”
After eating out in Cong An'an, Feng Xinglang began to complain about Cong Gang. In his opinion, all mistakes were caused by Cong Gang.
Cong just came over and walked over, glanced at Feng Xinglang, who was in the initial state of frying, raised his eyebrow lightly, and said softly, ”You have to educate your daughter well, don't do it!”
”Cong Gang, I've worked hard to give you apples. How about your father and daughter?”
Feng Xinglang was not really angry. He has long been accustomed to the neglect and arrogance of Cong Gang's father and daughter.
”An Anguai, wash two apples.” Cong Gang said softly to his daughter.
Cong Anan flattened his own small mouth, and this one came up to get apples from the fruit basket.
”An'an, let me wash it.”
Feng Zeng immediately lowered the pot in his hand and came to wash the apples for An An. Protecting his wife like this, Feng Xinglang is really speechless.
”Cong Gang, are you retaliating against me? You even raised my son as a little wife?”
Watching the little son rush to the kitchen with two apples, Feng Xinglang's old father's heart was cold.
”I don't think I'm good enough, you can take it back and raise it yourself!”
Cong Gang is loud. The purpose of Feng Xinglang's trip, he can probably guess.
”Okay, you will revenge!”
Feng Xinglang sighed, ”I was blind to save you as a white-eyed wolf!”
Feng Xinglang has been using this terrier for two or three decades. Every time he doesn't make sense, he will use this to talk about things.
”Yeah ... why couldn't you help me to die on my own!” Cong Gang said softly.
”I regret it ... I didn't regret it!”
Feng Xinglang had a distressed expression of regret. If the years can come again, he will rush to help Cong Gang as soon as possible, so that he will not be hurt by such painful body!
He paused, stroking the muffled belly, ”I'm hungry ... Go and get me a bowl of king crab stuffing.”
Hearing Wei Kang said that Cong Gang had just given two children a pair of dumplings like Oolong and King Crab to eat dumplings. He also wanted to enjoy this treatment.
”Aolong stuffed clams will be more tender.” Cong Gang said warmly.
”Oh, do you still have experience?”
Feng Xinglang's sleepy humming, ”So what are you doing, hurry up and get it!”
Feng Zherun ran out of the kitchen, holding the washed apple in his hand, and sent a little bit to Feng Xinglang.
”Daddy for you ...”
”I want that one.”
Feng Xinglang visually observed that the apple in the other son's other hand was significantly larger.
”It's for the big bug ...” Feng Fengzhi immediately passed the bigger apple to Cong Gang.
Lately, Feng Zongzhe never thought that the despicable dad Feng Xinglang should have rushed over to bite the big apple. ”Hahahaha ...” The successful Feng Xinglang laughed wildly. ”How about, do you want to play with my dad? Don't let me eat big ... there are no doors!”