Chapter 1777 Waiting for Tenderness 53

In the past month, Feng Xinglang, without the colorful nightlife, has become more in love with his wife and children.

"You brat, are you cheating on your mommy again?"

Feng Xinglangtuo held the obedient little boy Feng Chongchong in his arms and kissed his little face that was leaning against him.

"With my biological son's IQ, how can he not call me father and mother? Is he just deliberately being stubborn and refusing to call me mother?"

Feng Xinglang's doting Wen scolded his youngest son who deliberately behaved in order to successfully run away from home, "Look how anxious your mother is? Why do you not know how to show mercy to her?"

Sure enough, after getting into the spacious nanny car, the little guy stopped acting like a good boy, climbed off his biological father Feng Xinglang, and began to entertain himself.

"You brat, how do you feel about your biological father...are you taking advantage of your biological father?" Feng Xinglang couldn't help but sigh.

The little guy ignored his father's sigh and started to mess around with a remote-controlled airplane. Not trying to make it fly, but tearing it down. Starting from the wing, use your little hands to pull it bit by bit. If it really can't be buckled off or can't be pulled, the little guy will bite it. Fortunately, they are all food-grade plastic toys.

"Bite slowly...don't break your little baby teeth!"

Feng Xinglang lay lazily on his side behind the little guy, watching the little thing mess around with gentle eyes.

Usually when he takes his children out, Xing Shisi drives, so Feng Xinglang can take a nap.

"Feng Chongchong, my dear father is telling you: If you continue to refuse to ask anyone to talk, I believe your mother will take you to see all kinds of children's doctors! By then, you will be the one to suffer! I think you are still a talented person who knows the current affairs, so quickly open your noble little mouth and call you mommy sweetly, so as to prevent her from worrying and getting anxious about you!"

Feng Xinglang's good temper and patience persuaded his youngest son Feng Chongchong, who had been reluctant to open his mouth to speak.

The kid, Feng Chongchong, just turned his head and glanced at his father calmly, and then continued to play with his remote control plane.

Feng Xinglang discovered that although his youngest son was a bit heartless and bold, he almost never hurt himself. The little guy's awareness of protecting himself is still very strong.

For example, now, he tried twice and found that he couldn't bite the slightly hard cabin head with his small teeth alone, so he gave the sticky cabin head to his father, Feng Xinglang, to bite...

"Call me daddy...and I'll bite you!"

Feng Xinglang also used his wife's coercion and inducement tactics.

Come again!

Wouldn't your conscience hurt if you threaten and coerce a one-year-old child like this?

It is better to seek help from others than from yourself! If you can’t bite it open, I can smash it!

The little guy immediately slammed the remote control plane in his hand against the bulletproof car window. After failing to break it open once, the little guy picked it up and continued to smash it repeatedly.

"You brat, you've tortured a good toy like this... isn't your way of playing too violent?!"

Sometimes Feng Xinglang would also wonder: How could the righteous himself and his gentle and sweet wife Lin Xueluo give birth to this little devil in front of him?

When you are quiet and well-behaved, you feel an extra desire to take care of you;

But when he plays a prank, people really want to beat him up!

"You don't want to show your father's face, do you? Just call me 'Dad'..."

Looking at his indifferent younger son, Feng Xinglang frowned: "Are you messing with your father? You really don't want to cry, right? Then your father is really going to throw you under the bus!"

The little guy who was really focused on playing suddenly dropped the riddled remote control plane in his hand, pointed in a certain direction with his little finger, and cried "Uh uh uh".

Feng Xinglang glanced back subconsciously: It was the intersection to Qibei Mountain City again! !

"You refuse to call me dad! My dad won't take you there!"

Of course Feng Xinglang would not take his one-year-old son to such a gloomy ghost place early in the morning.

Knowing that his arms couldn't twist his thighs, the little guy just held on to the car window and stared through the glass in the direction of Qibei Mountain City.

"You brat, is Cong Gang your father? Do you want to go to him so much every time?"

Feng Xinglang lovingly gave the little guy a symbolic tap on his butt, then pulled him into his arms.

But the little guy still twisted his body and looked towards the intersection of Qibei Mountain City until he disappeared.

…

For half the morning, the little guy was quite quiet and well-behaved. My biological father, Feng Xinglang, can also work with peace of mind.

But after lunch, when the father and son were preparing to take a rest, the little guy started to make a fuss. And it’s the kind that people simply can’t ignore. Not to mention squinting to rest.

The little guy took his father Feng Xinglang's hand and dragged him towards the door of the lounge.

"Feng Chongchong, it's very hard for your father to earn money for your milk powder... Can you let your father rest for a while?"

Feng Xinglang really underestimated the little guy's endurance in tormenting him, "If you keep making trouble like this, your own father will beat you up!"

A minute later, the entire lounge was filled with the howling cries of the little boy Feng Chongchong.

Let's take the little thing back to Feng's house, but I'm worried that the little brat will have to be carried by his mommy again; he continues to let him howl like this, but he doesn't want to let the little guy make his voice hoarse from crying, and it's hard to explain to his mommy.

So Feng Xinglang thought of a place that could get the best of both worlds: it could keep the little one quiet and he could take a break.

When Feng Xinglang opened the smart door with his charming and handsome face, the child Feng Chongchong happily squeezed in through the gap of the smart door that had not yet been fully opened.

"Chongchong... run slowly! Your uncle, the big caterpillar ghost, is not here during the day!"

Feng Xinglang teased sleepily. In the more than a month after Yan Bang woke up, he would often bring his two sons here.

Yu Yanbang is already a stranger; and Bai Mo is gradually alienating him...

For an adult man, not even having a good brother to drink and chat with... is actually quite cruel!

"Chongchong, my dear father is just squinting on the sofa in the living room...you can't run away!"

"Yeah!" The little guy hummed twice and ran happily towards the stairwell.

The little guy has been here a lot, and he should be more familiar with every nook and cranny of this retro villa than his own father, Feng Xinglang.

In the past, I would worry about the little guy bumping into me, but now I don’t have to worry about it anymore. The little guy is more familiar with the environment here than he is. Every corner of the horns has been explored by little things. Except for the doors that won't open.

In other words, as long as the smart door entering the house is locked, the little thing can only play happily in the villa.

Except for Cong Gang who turned into a ghost, no one should be able to enter this haunted house.

If Cong Gang, who turned into a ghost, dared to emerge from the ground to scare his son Feng Xinglang, he would beat him to the point where he would be beaten to the point where he would not even be able to become a ghost!

Cong Gang, who couldn't beat Cong Gang who turned into a fierce ghost, said that at least in terms of the momentum to protect his son, he, Feng Xinglang, must win!

But Feng Xinglang really hopes that Cong Gang can emerge from the ground...

Even a wisp of ghost!