Chapter 1797 Youthful Love Letter 2

The little boy Fengchongchong did not continue to give you too many surprises.

Except for the occasional repeated shouting of "Big Chong Chong", he refused to say any other words. Including his biological father and mother, as well as his brothers and sisters, he refused to speak any more.

Mommy Xueluo's patience seems to be stronger. He was not as anxious as before, but decided that his youngest son was not mute after all. It's only a matter of time before you open your mouth and speak the complete words.

Thinking that her younger son's ability to speak was entirely due to her husband Feng Xinglang, Xueluo subconsciously wanted her younger son to get closer to his biological father. And the little guy himself enjoys it.

Feng Xinglang returned to the office after the regular meeting. When he saw his young son playing alone, he fell into inexplicable contemplation.

The little guy raised his head to look at his biological father, and murmured a few words habitually in his little mouth: "Big...big...Chongchong."

The voice was not high, more like a prompt inquiry. Because the little guy seems to have caught some rules: he has to wait until after dinner before his father is free to take him to Big Chongchong.

Seeing that his biological father ignored him, the little guy stopped wasting his time and energy on useless work and continued to play by himself.

At noon, Feng Xinglang made good use of his status as the 'Prince'.

He called Repulse Bay and asked Xing Twelve to pack two lunches and send them over. Xing Twelve, who was suppressed by Hetun, naturally did not dare to disobey.

Xing Twelve also dreamed of having the opportunity to get close to the children Feng Chongchong.

"Little insect, come here and let your adoptive father hug you!"

Xing Twelve boldly claimed to be his adoptive father in front of the children Feng Chongchong. He knew that Feng Xinglang would not go to his adoptive father Hetun to file a lawsuit against him because of these trivial matters, so he felt confident.

Even if Feng Xinglang gets angry, he can't beat himself, so he can only be angry. What can be done to him?

I don't know if Feng Xinglang heard it, but he only saw him squinting at Xing Twelve and his younger son, and he became slightly calmer.

Return your adoptive father? You think beautifully! I don’t even want to call my biological father, okay?

The little guy ran away; but his short legs couldn't outrun the long-legged Xing Twelve, so he caught him after just a few steps, picked him up and carried him on his shoulders. The action is completed in one go!

"I love children so much...why don't you have a biological one yourself! That little teacher...I think she's pretty good!"

Feng Xinglang came over and lay lazily on the sofa, looking lazily at Xing Twelve who was playing happily with his young son.

"That little teacher is not as good-looking as Lin Xueluo! The child she gives birth to will be very ugly!"

This reason...should he be happy that Xing Twelve praised his wife? Or should he scold Xing Twelve for his unreasonable thoughts about his wife?

"If the child is not your own, no matter how beautiful the child is...it can only be someone else's child!"

Feng Xinglang snorted calmly.

Xing Twelve was stunned for a moment and looked down at the little guy who was struggling in his arms.

"It has to be pleasing to the eye! Right, little bug!"

Xing Twelve glanced sideways at Feng Xinglang on the sofa, "Prince Xing, if you are so good at giving birth to a son, just give this little bug to me to raise!"

"..." Feng Xinglang pursed his lips speechlessly, "That's not possible! I have to raise my child by myself!"

"Stingy!" Xing Twelve rolled his eyes at Feng Xinglang.

"By the way, the things I asked you to bring..."

Feng Xinglang subconsciously looked at his youngest son, Feng Chongchong, as if he was worried about whether the little thing could understand, "Have you brought him?"

"Bring it with you! The signal source is powerful and has good concealment!"

Xing Twelve asked inertly, "Who are you targeting? If you can't help me, I can just let Old Fourteen do it for you!"

"Well, I'll consider it."

Feng Xinglang just echoed, without arguing or explaining.

He was thinking about something, "By the way, I did some good things about adult beauty! Starting next week... remember to dress smartly!"

"I'm afraid that if I continue to be handsome...Lin Xueluo will fall in love with me and get rid of you!"

Xing Twelve glanced at Feng Xinglang with overwhelming confidence.

Feng Xinglang just raised the corners of his lips slightly, "You don't have to worry about this at all! I, Feng Xinglang's woman, will only love me!"

"Tch! I'm really not ashamed!"

Xing Twelve glanced at him with a very technical eye roll.

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After lunch, Feng Xinglang diligently helped his youngest son Feng Chongchong to urinate.

"The big insect is coming..." There was a sudden and inexplicable sound.

The little guy immediately looked around happily; but he couldn't find any figure about the big insect.

It seems that this 'big Chong Chong' really exists... Feng Xinglang's handsome eyebrows slightly raised.

"Do you want to go to Big Chongchong's house? Well, after you pee, your father will take you there."

The little guy had no intention of peeing; in order to please his biological father, Feng Xinglang, he squeezed out a few drops.

"Chongchong, do you like Chongchong or your biological father?"

Feng Xinglang also successfully completed the action of his hand: stuffing something as big as a button into the little guy's outer sandwich pocket.

"Big... big insect."

The little guy kept babbling repeatedly, straightening his small waist to signal to his father that he had finished peeing and was ready to go.

Feng Xinglang fulfilled the little guy's wish and decided to change the location of his lunch break to Cong Gang's haunted house.

Along the way, the little guy was excited. The little guy was mumbling Martian language, and every time he turned a corner, the little guy would hum with joy.

There are no roadblocks and the journey is smooth.

A thing seeking death! Even if you die, you won’t be able to survive! Do you have to come up with some tricks to increase your presence? !

Don't let me catch you, or you will never be reincarnated!

Before brushing his face, Feng Xinglang subconsciously took a look at the surrounding environment: although it was deserted, it was not overgrown with weeds.

It seems like it has always been like this, as if it has never changed.

Have you ignored the tenacious vitality of weeds?

Feng Xinglang frowned slightly, and opened the smart door amidst the impatient screams of the little guy.

As soon as the door was opened a crack, the little thing squeezed in and ran straight through the living room towards the corner.

"Zhang Chongchong, please slow down... pay attention to your safety!"

Feng Xinglang did not chase his youngest son who ran away, but lay down tiredly on the not very comfortable sofa in the living room.

"My dear dad is squinting in the living room for a while... When you are tired from playing, come and find your dear dad."

Feng Xinglang was lying on his side, looking really sleepy.

The living room was silent. Perhaps the only thing that made any noise was the invisible earphones in Feng Xinglang's ears.

"Big... big... big insect... insect..."

The shouting was replaced by the footsteps and breathing of the little guy.