Chapter 1789 Waiting for Tenderness 65

After the father and son got in the car, Feng Xinglang realized when he saw the portable incubator:

I didn't feed the little guy all afternoon again. He immediately took out the bottle from the incubator and delivered it to his youngest son.

"Chongchong, are you hungry? Hurry up and take a bite to satisfy your hunger! Otherwise, your mother will say that I am irresponsible as a biological father!"

I thought that the little thing who had been hungry all afternoon would eagerly grab the bottle and start sucking it hard; but I didn't expect that the little guy didn't even take a look at the bottle delivered by his father and started playing with his toys. A battered and broken robot.

"Aren't you thirsty?"

Feng Xinglang raised his eyebrows slightly, and then handed over the teething biscuits his wife prepared for his youngest son, "Then eat some biscuits! They are sweet, crispy, nutritious and delicious!"

No matter how much his father, Feng Xinglang, praised how delicious the biscuits were, the little guy wouldn't even look at it.

"If you don't eat it, then your own father will eat it!"

In order to show that the biscuits were really delicious, Feng Xinglang deliberately pursed his lips until he made a squeaking sound to lure his son to take the initiative to eat them.

But the little guy was still immersed in playing with his robot, and had no intention of paying attention to his father Feng Xinglang's directing and acting.

"You brat, are you really not hungry? If not, your father will eat them all! Then don't cry and make trouble with your father!"

Feng Xinglang put the biscuits into his mouth one after another: firstly, it was to lure the little guy to eat with him; secondly, he was really hungry!

But the little boy Feng Chongchong still said: Eat it quickly! But can you stop being so nagging while eating? !

Unknowingly, Feng Xinglang ate all the lunch biscuits his wife prepared for his youngest son! There were only about ten or twenty, and Feng Xinglang put two of them into his mouth one after another. He had already eaten them all before they tasted any taste!

After eating, he was really thirsty. Seeing the little thing playing with his broken robot without even looking at him, Feng Xinglang subconsciously took a few sips of the milk bottle to quench his thirst; one bottle of milk was only enough for an adult Feng Xinglang. Xinglang was thirsty for three or four times.

So, Feng Xinglang ate up the teething biscuits and milk bottle that his wife had prepared for his youngest son in just a few bites.

"You brat, you said you didn't want to eat it! My own father has eaten it all for you, and you have nothing to eat now! Go cry!"

After a few childish words of anger with his rebellious young son, Feng Xinglang started the Lexus and roared back to the Feng family.

After the car started, the child Feng Chongchong let go of the robot he was biting, turned his head and looked in the direction of the villa; he seemed to have seen something, and he hummed excitedly.

"Chongchong...you brat, you only know you're hungry now? This reaction arc is really long..."

Feng Xinglang slowed down and subconsciously looked back at his youngest son, Chongchong, only to find that the little guy in the rear child seat was twisting his body and trying hard towards the rear window, babbling and dancing to communicate with something; His excited look, reflecting the gloomy sky outside the car window, gave him an indescribable weird feeling!

Could it be that the little guy saw something unclean? !

Although Feng Xinglang doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, his son Feng Chongchong is still a toddler...

Feng Xinglang reflexively opened the car window on his left, only to find that the surroundings were dark and quiet; he could only hear the sound of the car's engine and the occasional solitary call of some kind of bird in the forest. He then locked the car window sternly

"Cong Gang, if you fucking dare to float out and scare my son, I won't let you even become a ghost!"

After Feng Xinglang sternly cursed for a few times, he changed his tone to a gentle tone and started talking to the little guy.

"Chongchong...called Baba...Mama..."

It’s happening again! Are there no other topics? !

However, Feng Xinglang's lecture calmed down his youngest son who was babbling in alien language. After chirping a few times, he continued to torture the robot in his hand.

…

"Xinglang, where did you take Chongchong to this afternoon?"

Perhaps it was because her youngest son could not speak yet, so Xueluo felt particularly fond of the silent little thing.

"Oh, I found a quiet place to teach Chong Chong how to call daddy... The effect is very good!"

Feng Xinglang comforted his wife, who had been feeling tense these days. Although the words are a bit of a train wreck.

"Ah? Can Chongchong call him daddy?" Xueluo's eyes instantly brightened with surprise.

"Well... I guess I know how to bark! I kept saying 'Daddy' all the way!"

"Chongchong, call daddy again for mommy to hear...Baba..."

"..." Feng Xinglang is too good at deceiving himself, isn't he? ! When did I start calling him daddy? He's so beautiful!

The key is to make the silly woman in front of me so excited that she bursts into tears!

This guy's lies must be exposed! He must be demolished! The little guy Feng Chongchong just silently held his robot and chewed it, as if he was living in his own world. Seeing Xueluo felt another stab of pain in his heart.

"Chongchong...why don't you want to speak? Can you call me daddy? Mommy, please!"

Looking at the tearful woman, Feng Xinglang immediately stepped forward and took the silent little guy from the woman's arms.

"Xueluo, let's educate through fun! Our Chongchong has made great progress today... take your time, don't rush!"

It turned out that it was just the man's words to comfort him. Xueluo let out a long sigh and his whole body became depressed.

At the dinner table, Xueluo fed her little son, but the little boy kept turning his head to avoid it.

"Xinglang, how much did you feed Chongchong this afternoon? Why is Chongchong still full?"

Xueluo asked her husband while gently touching the little guy's belly.

"Uh..." He couldn't say that he, Feng Xinglang, had eaten all the teething biscuits, right? !

His wife, who is already depressed these days, would be surprised if she doesn’t engage in domestic violence!

"I didn't feed him much... I just ate a few biscuits!" Feng Xinglang said perfunctorily.

Bastard Feng Xinglang, can you eat all the cookies? He actually opened his eyes and told lies!

"But Chongchong's little belly is full!"

Xueluo kissed her youngest son's forehead lovingly, "Chongchong, go play first. Mommy will feed you when you get hungry."

"..." Feng Xinglang's eyebrows furrowed slightly: The little guy obviously didn't eat anything all afternoon...how could he be full?

Could it be that... I picked up some unclean things in Cong Gang's haunted house and ate them? !

Then your own responsibilities and sins will be greater!

The key point is that the little thing is only ten months old and has no idea what can and cannot be eaten! Even if he really eats something dangerous, the little guy won't speak...

It was about the little one's safety, so Feng Xinglang didn't dare to take any chances. He immediately put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands and ran towards his little son on the crawling mat.

She sat the little guy on her long legs and gently rubbed the little guy's belly.

"Chongchong...does your stomach hurt? If it hurts, just nod."

"Uh..." The little guy actually burped a little.