Chapter 1933 Don’t Talk About Feelings

Feng Xinglang understands this truth, and Cong Gang will certainly understand it better!

It's just...it's just that some things in this world are not measured by interests!

Overall, Feng Xinglang is quite happy at the moment!

First, my baby girl was born in a few months; later, my little son finally started calling him daddy, and my heart was so beautiful!

As for talking nonsense with Cong Gang, it is completely regarded as a pastime!

The kid Feng Chongchong originally didn’t want to go home with his biological father. But under Cong Gang's gentle caress, the little guy was obediently carried downstairs by his father Feng Xinglang.

The little thing's nostalgic look at Cong Gang before leaving seemed to give Feng Xinglang an illusion: Could this little thing be Cong Gang's biological child? !

And the illusion is just an illusion!

There is no doubt that the little thing is his own. Feng Xinglang also believed it!

"Chongchong, call daddy a few more times for your dear father to hear...or else my dear father won't take you to see the damn caterpillar next time!"

"baba... dad... da... da... ba... ba..."

From the third floor to the living room downstairs, the little thing muttered confusing names all the way. A very pleasing and well-behaved performance.

In the living room downstairs, Feng Xinglang saw the packed Basong: a suitcase, a canvas bag, and clean equipment.

It should have been prepared long ago. Just wait for Feng Xinglang to nod in agreement.

Feng Xinglang is still at ease with Cong Gang. Then he threw the car keys to Basong.

Basong took the car keys neatly and quickly placed his simple luggage; when Feng Xinglang and his son walked out of the living room, the car door had already been opened for them.

His movements are clean and neat, and he can serve his master better than before! It seems that Cong Gang is still good at training his subordinates!

"You brat, how is your biological father not better than that damn caterpillar? You are actually closer to him than your biological father? My biological father is very heartbroken, okay?!"

It felt comfortable not having to drive, so Feng Xinglang started talking to his youngest son.

"Big Chongchong... it hurts..." the little guy muttered towards the third floor of the villa.

"That dead bug hurts, so my dear dad doesn't feel any pain at all? Brat, look at how you bit my dear dad's arm... As a punishment, you are not allowed to eat meat tonight! Call me daddy a hundred times! Not enough, a thousand times! "

Feng Xinglang rolled up his sleeves to show the little guy his bitten arm: there were two rows of bloody tooth marks on it.

Seeing his bastard father yelling angrily, the little guy fell silent and just tilted his little head, staring longingly at the villa that was getting further and further away.

"This little Chongchong really likes my Boss!"

From the rearview mirror, Basong saw Feng Xiaochongchong, who had been staring at the villa, and sighed.

Reprimanding his youngest son was just an illusion, because Feng Xinglang had always been a doting master. While holding his youngest son on his lap, he asked Basong coldly:

"Tell me, why did you leave without saying goodbye? Was it because of your master's call?"

Thinking of this, Feng Xinglang felt angry: no matter how nice he was to Basong, he was still not as good as his dog master!

"Mr. Feng, back then... my boss was injured, so..."

In fact, Basong explained so much, which is enough to explain the problem.

"I'm not familiar with you!" Feng Xinglang snorted coldly.

"Boss will not leave someone you know well by your side! The master is the master, and the servant is the servant; we only talk about work, not feelings!"

"..." What kind of fallacies did Cong Gang instill in his subordinates? !

"Don't worry, I can't talk about feelings with you!"

Feng Xinglang snorted, "No matter how good my new master is, he is no better than Cong Gang, isn't he?!"

"Mr. Feng, my Boss is as good as my Boss, and you are as good as yours! Haha!"

This embarrassing hehe also illustrates Basong's helplessness.

Thinking of something, Feng Xinglang said coldly: "By the way, I want to ask you something! Even if I give you a chance to show your loyalty!"

"Mr. Feng, please ask. Tell me everything you know!" Basong answered enthusiastically.

"Who is your master's spy around Hetun? Is it Xing Laowu? Or is it Xing Twelve? Or someone else? For example, a cook or a servant!"

The fact that Feng Xinglang called Hetun 'Dad' should be considered a confidential matter. Why did Cong Gang know what happened after the door was closed?

At first, Feng Xinglang thought of some kind of advanced high technology, but then he thought: it should be a living person.

Based on Xing Twelve's loyalty, he most probably wouldn't; as for Xing Fourteen and Xing Seventeen... they are still children, and they have almost no chance to come into contact with Cong Gang; could it be Xing Laowu? It feels impossible! After all, Xing Laosi died in Cong Gang's hands. Based on the hatred of killing his brother, Xing Laowu would not help Cong Gang as an informant in Hetun.

"There is an informant of my Boss around Hetun? This... how is this possible! Hetun is such a cunning person, and his adopted sons are all very skilled and loyal, so how can they sacrifice their lives for my Boss!"

Basong was in denial, that is, there was no need to continue talking about this topic!

Are you being too suspicious? Or are you too sensitive?

Feng Xinglang frowned slightly, "I know you are loyal to your master, so I won't make things difficult for you! I'll ask that dead bug myself some other time!"

"By the way, Mr. Feng, my boss's injury...is it serious?"

But he didn't expect Basong to ask Feng Xinglang such a question. Even Feng Xinglang was stunned.

"Is your master seriously injured...you actually asked me?" Feng Xinglang snorted coldly.

Basong remained silent and just concentrated on driving.

It seemed that... Feng Xinglang also had a flicker of doubt in his heart: It seemed that the caterpillar hadn't really let him see his wounds!

When he ambushed him on the third floor just now, Feng Xinglang clearly felt that Cong Gang did not resist him.

Don't you want to resist? Still can’t resist?

But it doesn’t look like that caterpillar is dying!

…

"Why did you stop again? Keep shouting!"

Before getting out of the car, Feng Xinglang gently patted his youngest son's buttocks. Punishing a little thing is fake, just to show off in front of his wife.

"ba...ba...da...dada...baba..."

In order to please his angry father and to be able to see Big Chongchong next time, the little guy continued to hum.

"Ha, the second young master can call me daddy? That's great!"

It was Butler Mo who greeted Feng Xinglang and his son.

"Old Mo, Bassong is back. Go and make arrangements."

"Okay, okay." Butler Mo glanced at Bassong behind Feng Xinglang and nodded slightly in greeting.

Since the second young master personally brought him back and he was an acquaintance, Butler Mo was naturally relieved. Just yesterday he was discussing with the eldest young master whether the Feng family should hire more security guards.

"Chongchong is back? Where did you go wild with your biological father again?" After just over four months, Xueluo's pregnancy was already showing.

"baba...baba..." The little guy kept murmuring in obedience to the order.

"Hey, my Chongchong can call me daddy now? Look at how beautiful your real dad is... his grin is almost reaching behind his ears!"