Chapter 1994 A Loving Father Often Loses His Son!

"Big Chong Chong!"

The little guy immediately dropped the wand and other things in his hand and happily ran towards his father who was eating breakfast.

Feng Xinglang, who had no appetite, simply threw away the chopsticks in his hand, picked up his young son who rushed towards him, and the father and son went out happily.

"You brat, why do you like Big Chong Chong so much?"

Feng Xinglang rubbed the little guy's neck, making the little guy giggle, "It doesn't matter how much you like him, he can't be your biological father! I am your only biological father! Please scream." Daddy is the best!"

"Hello daddy!"

"It's the best!"

"Hello daddy!"

"My biological father is the best!"

"Big Chongchong is the best!"

"He's such a p! What a bastard! If you can't give birth to a son, you know how to lie to me about Feng Xinglang's biological son!"

"Dad...bad! The worst!"

The little guy knew that his bastard father was scolding Da Chong Chong again.

"You brat, if you keep being so arrogant with your father, I won't take you to see that bitch!" Feng Xinglang was so angry.

The little guy twisted his little body and was about to get off the ground and walk on his own.

"Hey, brat, are you really having an affair with your biological father? Are your buttocks itchy?"

I would definitely be reluctant to fight. Even though Feng Xinglang now has three biological children, each of them is his heart and soul.

If you want to fight, fight, what are you talking about? Along the way, Basong drove into Qibei Mountain City amidst the quarrels between father and son. Until Bentley stopped in front of the villa, Feng Xinglang didn't start fighting.

"You bastard, hurry up and scream, 'Daddy is the best,' or your daddy will turn around and go back!"

Come again! I’m really impressed by Feng Xinglang’s work on parenting! It’s like a loving father but a failed son!

Having already arrived at the destination, how could there be any reason to go back? The little guy unpreparedly hit his father, Feng Xinglang, with his forehead on the bridge of his nose...

Feng Xinglang subconsciously tilted his head back and relaxed his arms a little; the little guy immediately wriggled out of his father's arms and ran towards the villa as soon as his feet touched the ground.

"Chongchong, slow down! Don't hit the door...My father hasn't even brushed his face yet!"

The door to the villa is actually open? But Wei Kang and the others are not here! Did that bitch open the door?

So attentive? It seems that this is trying to curry favor with him, Feng Xinglang!

By the time Feng Xinglang chased him into the villa, his youngest son had already disappeared.

In the already hot weather, Feng Xinglang was already out of breath when he climbed from the first floor to the third floor.

He didn't stop talking: "This bitch, on such a hot day, if you don't go downstairs to enjoy the coolness, is it possible that you have to roast your body on the balcony?"

When Feng Xinglang came up to the third floor, he found that the balcony behind the sunshade had a unique charm: several unknown green leafy plants with lush branches and leaves almost covered most of the east and south windows, which was particularly refreshing. It’s also comfortable to look at.

The little guy was lying in Cong Gang's arms, holding a fork in his little hand and eating the fruits and vegetables and crystal steamed dumplings on the plate. It must have been freshly prepared, and the little guy's mouth was a little hot when he ate it.

"You really are so idle that it hurts!"

Feng Xinglang hummed and sat down on the wicker chair opposite. Squinting looked down at Cong Gang with a condescending attitude.

Cong Gang ignored Feng Xinglang and was patiently separating the crystal steamed dumplings one by one for the little guy to dissipate heat faster.

"Since you are so free, I will lend you Chongchong for a few days to relieve his boredom! You have to be responsible for his food, drink and toilet! The food should be rich and nutritious, and don't fool him with these fast food! Just like this Dumplings are too sloppy..."

Feng Xinglang reached over and took a crystal steamed dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth. He was pleased to find that the taste was really good. He couldn't help but eat a second one, and a third one... Seeing that his youngest son was eating so happily, he withdrew his hand again.

"And we must pay attention to the physical and mental health of Chongchong. No beating or scolding! Everything must be done with reason and emotion!"

Feng Xinglang threw a fairy tale book in his pocket over, "Let me give you a task: You have to teach Chongchong how to tell the stories in this book! I will do a spot check then!"

Cong had no reaction when he arrived, but the reaction of the child Feng Chongchong was not small: he picked up the fairy tale book and threw it downstairs!

"You brat, are you going to rebel?!"

Seeing that all his good intentions were wasted like this, Feng Xinglang instantly became angry.

Feng Xinglang rushed over and wanted to hit the little thing. He raised his right hand high... This time he hit it really hard!

However, it didn't hit his biological son's buttocks, but hit Cong Gang's hip bone on the side of his waist.

It wasn't that Cong Gang felt sorry for the little guy who took the beating for him, but that Feng Xinglang deliberately vented his anger on the innocent Cong Gang!

"Feng Xinglang, why did you hit me? Did you do it on purpose?"

"I accidentally missed it!"

"You can't hit such a big target...you're blind!"

"Do you think I'm happy to beat you? My palms still hurt!"

Feng Xinglang's fleshy palm hit Cong Gang's hard bones, causing the palm of his hand to go numb.

Cong Gang was too lazy to talk to the rogue Feng Xinglang, so he took the little thing out of his arms with a serious face: "Chongchong, go downstairs and pick up the fairy tale book!"

"Don't... don't learn!" The little guy came up again and wanted to crawl into Cong Gang's arms again.

"Then go back with your biological father!" Cong Gang's eyes grew cold.

The little guy immediately ran downstairs. Of course, I didn't go home with my biological father, but obediently picked up the fairy tale book.

Then, Cong Gang's eyes fell on Feng Xinglang and he said lightly: "It's your turn!"

"What's my turn?"

Feng Xinglang didn't pay attention to Xin Conggang's words. Instead, he lowered his head to look at his youngest son who was going downstairs to pick up a fairy tale book. I'm afraid that the little thing will step down the stairs and fall down, or get hurt somewhere.

"I asked Basong to wait for you at the bottom of the mountain! You have to run down the mountain and use your own two legs!"

Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang, who was getting stronger day by day, and said, "Of course, you can also use your limbs to roll down the mountain!"

Sure enough, the Bentley that Basong drove was no longer under the villa.

Eat everything inside and out! He really listens to his master! No matter how nice I am to him, I still don't know him well!

"Catworm, are you bored? Is it fun to tease me like this?" Feng Xinglang got angry.

After giving Cong Gang a look, Feng Xinglang took out his cell phone and called Basong.

Thinking that without the traitor Basong, he could have found another driver to drive here. However, when he tried to dial a few numbers, he found that there was no signal at all.

"If you feel bored, you can also choose to hold your little son and climb down the mountain together!"

Cong Gang spoke calmly and looked thoughtfully at the clear sky in front of him.

"Cong Gang, I accidentally hit you just now, and you torture me like this? Why are you so revengeful?"

Feng Xinglang's limbs have indeed become very lazy recently. Can sit but never stand.

But it's not fat at all, it's just a bit thicker. But someone just can't get along with his body!