Chapter 1932 Want! Of Course Yes!

At that moment, Feng Xinglang, like an angry and strong lion, suddenly ambush Cong Gang, who was half lying on the wicker chair.

Cong Gang could have gotten out of the way, but he still had the well-behaved Young Master Feng in his arms; he instantly turned half sideways, temporarily pushing the little guy away from the outer edge of the wicker chair to avoid being killed when he got angry. The brainy bastard's biological father was accidentally injured.

Feng Xinglang successfully restrained Cong Gang, but due to the space limitations of the rattan chair, he could only hold the ignorant Cong Gang hostage by pinching him.

Cong Gang didn't resist, and he couldn't even resist!

He was holding the kid Feng Chongchong with one hand, and covering his injured side with the other; he couldn't use his hand to push Feng Xinglang's strong body.

"You bitch, do you want to consume me to death? I will kill you first today!" Feng Xinglang became angry, and the force of the pinch on his hand became much stronger, "I have suffered so much humiliation before I can I got you out of Hetun's hands... Is this how your mother repays me? In order to save you, I even shot my own father, you motherfucker

What does mom still want about me? ! "

After all, Cong Gang was just a carbohydrate person. Being pinched by Feng Xinglang with such force, his face, which was originally pale due to blood loss, turned red, and he looked quite uncomfortable.

"Ugh...uh!"

Feng Xinglang let out a low groan, and there was a sharp pain in his arm as something like teeth pierced his flesh.

Looking sideways, he saw his youngest son, Feng Chongchong, biting his little arm with his baby teeth... the kind of biting that used up enough energy to feed him!

"You brat! I'm your biological father! Why did I give birth to a little brat like you who crawled inside and out!"

Feng Xinglang couldn't laugh or cry. That is to say, a few words of verbal reprimand, but I really don't want to give up the beating.

"Open your mouth now! Otherwise my father will beat you!"

While saying this, Feng Xinglang had already subconsciously loosened his grip on Cong Gang's neck.

But the little guy still bit a piece of meat on his father Feng Xinglang's arm tightly and refused to let go.

"You brat, why don't you let go? My father is really going to beat you up!"

The horizontal position is relatively horizontal, but the movements are much gentler: No matter how much his father pinches his cheeks, the little guy just won't let go!

"Ahem!" Cong Gang coughed twice to calm down the breath that was forcibly cut off by Feng Xinglang, and then gently scolded the little friend Feng Chongchong who had been biting Feng Xinglang's arm, "Chongchong, loosen up." Mouth!"

The little guy then let go of his little mouth, glanced at his father Feng Xinglang dissatisfied, wiped away the mixture of saliva and blood with the back of his little hand, and then nestled into Cong Gang's arms again.

"Little bastard! Do you know that your mother mistakenly admitted her real father?!"

Feng Xinglang reached out to grab his youngest son who was nestled in Cong Gang's arms, but the little boy hit and pushed him with his little hands.

"Chongchong, don't be so disobedient to your biological father!"

With Cong Gang's scolding, the little thing became quiet; it crawled on Cong Gang's shoulder, quiet and well-behaved.

"Cong Gang, how on earth did your mother seduce my son?"

Feng Xinglang, who couldn't get angry with his younger son, vented his anger on the innocent Cong Gang.

"Your son has mild Asperger's syndrome. Don't you, the biological father, know that?"

Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang, "Not only did I teach you to say 'baba'..." Cong Gang stopped talking.

"What, you want to take credit from me?"

Feng Xinglang's heart was still touched. But the words coming out of my mouth are always so harsh and unpleasant.

Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang and stopped talking to him. He just gently touched the little guy's short hair with a warm gaze.

"I also had autism when I was a child. Isn't it fine now?!" Feng Xinglang snorted disapprovingly.

"You have an incentive! You should have been beaten severely by Feng Yishan!"

Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang lightly, with an indescribable pity in his eyes. There seems to be some sympathy for each other.

Feng Xinglang was abused by his adoptive father Feng Yishan when he was a child. After finally surviving to adulthood, he was brutally treated by his biological father... So in Cong Gang's view, what Hetun did cannot be forgiven. !

Feng Xinglang wanted to say something else, but it was stuck in his throat.

During the silence, a man walked onto the balcony on the third floor, holding a dinner plate in his hand.

It's Basong!

It turned out to be... Basong?

Feng Xinglang frowned slightly: This guy left without saying goodbye. It turned out that he was summoned away by his dog master!

It seems like another unfamiliar white-eyed wolf! No matter how good he is to him, his heart will only turn towards his master!

"Mr. Feng, have some tea!"

Basong brought the brewed tea cup to the small wooden table in front of Feng Xinglang; he also brought a plate of colorful vegetable balls to the child Feng Chongchong.

"Hey, where's Basong? You're too polite!" Feng Xinglang snorted.

Just as the child Feng Chongchong was about to reach for the vegetable balls on the plate, he heard Cong Gang scolding: "Chongchong, wash your hands first."

Immediately, the little guy obediently retracted his extended hand, and followed Basong to wash his hands.

"This Basong... do you still want it?"

Cong Gang asked Xiang Feng Xinglang. This should be the purpose of asking Basong to come out and pour tea for Feng Xinglang.

"Yes! Of course!"

Feng Xinglang accepted it happily, "I can use your people with confidence!"

Xing Shishi was left to his wife. And he also needs a close bodyguard with Basong's skills by his side.

"Are you really relieved?" Cong Gang asked with narrowed eyes.

This question is a bit provocative!

Feng Xinglang glanced sideways at Cong Gang and snorted: "You are the person I feel most at ease with! When your injury heals, come back and serve me!"

"..." Cong Gang's lips curled up slightly, "I'm afraid you don't have such a big face!"

Feng Xinglang did not answer immediately, but stared at Cong Gang for a moment before he said leisurely:

"Mao Zongzi, do you think it's interesting that you are in love with me and are killing each other like this? Your conscience won't hurt?"

Love each other? Kill each other?

The muscles on Cong Gang's face were beating uncomfortably, and then he said coldly: "I just want you to make money for me! Feng Xinglang, don't overestimate yourself!"

"Okay... I will listen to you and make money for you! Make a lot of money!" Feng Xinglang said happily.

"Eat, eat, eat!"

Feng Chongchong ran over with a pair of clean little hands, grabbed a vegetable ball in one hand, put one to the big Chongchong's mouth, and the other into his own small mouth;

Only my father, Feng Xinglang, felt a gust of cold wind on his face!

Although he was worried in his heart, what came out of his mouth were words that would block other people's hearts. "Mao Chongzi, are you so short-sighted? You are so silly and happy to raise a son for me, Feng Xinglang! Even if I kiss you again, he will still be my biological son, Feng Xinglang!"