Chapter 2831： The little girl doesnt like the uncle (2/2)
Not in vain to come here across the ocean to catch him back!
Even if Xinglang is ruined by him, Feng Xinglang is willing to take advantage of others!
From beginning to end, Feng Xinglang felt that Cong Gang was his personal belongings. The kind of semi-free creature that only survives under his nose!
After a piano song, Cong Gang raised his head and drank a whole bottle of wheat beer.
Then, he fell drunk on the piano, as if he fell asleep.
Feng Xinglang remembered that Cong Gang knew how to drink, but he couldn't remember how bad his drink was.
It was easy to carry Cong Gang back to the cabin, after all, Feng Xinglang had a good health.
”I knew you were so easy to knock down, I'll just drink you up every time!”
Feng Xinglang threw Cong Gang on the wooden bed, Cong Gang let out a whimper, and then there was no sound.
”Damn... not dead!”
Seemingly not at ease, Feng Xinglang came over and tried Cong Gang's breath: There is more!
Feng Xinglang was too tired, so he took off and lay beside Cong Gang in a few strokes.
It seems that Cong Gang's clothes are in the way, making Feng Xinglang uncomfortable to hug...
”Come on, good son, Dad will change your clothes.”
Unexpectedly, Cong Gang, who pretends to be cold, is very obedient at this moment, allowing Feng Xinglang to untie his clothes. No resistance, no struggle, and behaved like a grandson!
When it was done, Feng Xinglang didn't bother to put on Cong Gang pajamas and so on, leaving him so cool.
”Although your ribs are a bit ugly, it's not bad to be a heater!”
Feng Xinglang, who had been struggling for a day, was so tired that he put a heavy leg across Cong Gang's body and started to fall asleep.
It was originally one on the right and one on the left. After a while, it became one and the other, and then it became...
In short, it is very graphic!
Cong Gang slept very deeply, as if he and Feng Xinglang were the only ones left in this world.
In fact, the meaning of a drunkard is never wine, but someone who really cares about the scenery with him!
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The sunshine time in the small town of Vic is very short, about six hours a day.
When Feng Xinglang woke up, it was already past nine o'clock the next day, but it still looked groggy outside.
To be precise, Feng Xinglang was awakened from starvation.
”Bug...Bug...”
Feng Xinglang squirmed twice and looked around at the figure catching someone; he found that Cong Gang was already neatly dressed and was packing his mountaineering luggage.
”Wake up? The clothes are ready for you. If you are with you, we will set off!”
It is not difficult to find that these equipment were delivered overnight; including the mango and beef that Feng Xinglang loved to eat.
Seeing Cong Gang who was packing, Feng Xinglang suddenly laughed, and also smiled so unkindly.
”Why, do you still have the energy to climb the mountain? Doesn't it hurt?”
Feng Xinglang's semi-tan upper body has a very good appearance: the muscle texture is really beautiful, and the chestnut shape is strong, but the actual combat is much worse.
Cong Gang raised his eyes and glanced at the malicious Feng Xinglang, and said calmly:
”Don't be fooling around! The sunshine here is only six hours! We must rush to the top of the mountain in six hours!”
”What? Six hours to climb?”
Feng Xinglang had to climb the mountain for six hours when he heard it, and he was not well.
”If I were alone, two hours would be enough, but I have to take your side... it's estimated to be a little over five hours! During this period, you have to make sure that you don't shout hungry or mess around!”
As long as Cong Gang is not lacking in heart and eyes, he can't pull up Feng Xinglang, a creature that is lazier than a pig, and go to the top of the mountain to see the aurora.
”Cong Gang, do you have a painful leisure time? You can take a look at the bottom of the mountain. Is it necessary to climb to the top of the mountain?”
Feng Xinglang looked unhappy: How about climbing the mountain for more than five hours? It is simply the ultimate challenge!
”Then I'll wait for you on the top of the mountain! When did you figure it out and when did you come to me!”
Cong Gang paused, ”Or, my dog is no longer necessary for you!”
When Cong Gang picked up the packaged equipment and was about to turn around and leave, Feng Xinglang jumped out of the quilt and hugged him.
”Caterpillar, do you really play it? Does it need to be so serious?”
Although the temperature in the cabin was not low, it was still too cold for Feng Xinglang, who could not wear a piece of clothing.
”Five hours... I can't crawl!”
Cong Gang immediately picked up an extremely cold down jacket and put it on Feng Xinglang's back.
”Isn't there me? When you can't crawl, I will carry you!”
Cong Gang's voice is very warm and warm, like the morning sun.
”Are you carrying equipment and me? You can't be exhausted, you a dog!”
Feng Xinglang’s spiritual world can be said to be lazy to the extreme, ”Bug, I am a grandfather... just let me go! What if I die halfway? I haven't seen it yet. Where's the child!”
”Okay... I won't embarrass you!”
Cong Gang turned around again, ”I will go alone!”
”No! I won't let you go alone!” Feng Xinglang stopped Cong Gang again, ”If you die on the top of the mountain, I have to climb up to collect your body! Wouldn't it be more tiring?!”