Chapter 2087 I’m Going to Fly...

Three days, three whole days, no news!

Feng Xinglang, who was trapped in a wheelchair, took no specific action other than gnashing his teeth at Cong Gang every day.

In fact, it was not that he had no choice: he could ask the people in Hetun to find the whereabouts of Cong Gang and his youngest son based on the information fed back by the Civil Aviation Administration.

But Feng Xinglang didn't do that.

Perhaps as Lin Xueluo said, Feng Xinglang trusted Cong Gang.

If Cong Gang really wants to selfishly take his child as his own, he has too many opportunities! There is no need to get permission from his wife Lin Xueluo.

During the past three days, Feng Xinglang was not in the mood to walk continuously. Most of the time, he sat in a wheelchair and was pushed by Basong or Xing Qi.

He stood up and practiced walking with his legs in coordination. It might hurt a little, but it was completely within Feng Xinglang's tolerance.

Feng Xinglang didn't want to stand up and exercise, and he was a little bit angry: Before his legs could walk freely, Cong Gang actually fled in fear of crime? What's going on? !

In Feng Xinglang's mind, Cong Gang's behavior was "fleeing in fear of crime"! Because he made his legs look like this!

Every time Basong would remind Feng Xinglang to get up and try to walk, Feng Xinglang's eye roll would be enough to send Basong away!

Because Feng Xinglang knew that that bitch Cong Gang would definitely contact Basong. Their master and servant always like to work together!

Just after listening to a market research report on a first-class project, Feng Xinglang, who was pushed back to the office by Basong, received a video call.

His intuition told him that this call must be related to his youngest son.

Sure enough, as soon as the video call was connected, what appeared on the screen was the kid Feng Chongchong who was so excited that he took off.

It must have been on the train. Most of the little guy's body was held up outside the train window, dancing happily in the morning light.

"The little bug is awesome... The little bug is awesome... The little bug is going to fly... It's going to fly... Fly, fly, fly!"

There are two famous train lines in Sri Lanka. One is praised as the "Wizard of Oz"-like mountain tea plantation train, which runs from Nuwara Eliya to Ella. Another section is described as a real-life sea train from "Spirited Away". It runs from Galle to Colombo.

Judging from the large green scenery behind the little guy, it should be the Alpine Tea Garden Train.

The arms that lifted the little guy out of the train window were covered in scars. Even without looking at the face of the owner of the arms, Feng Xinglang could recognize that the owner of the arms was Cong Gang! The piece of shit that abducted his own son!

"Chongchong...Chongchong...where are you? Are you okay? Be careful...be careful..."

Feng Xinglang saw a branch sliding past the camera. When he reminded him, the arms had already retracted the little thing back into the car. Quick and agile, with neat movements.

The camera also switched to the car and zoomed in closer. It seemed that he wanted Feng Xinglang to see his youngest son's face better.

"Big Chongchong...come again...come again! Fly...fly!"

The little guy excitedly hugged Cong Gang's neck and rubbed it coquettishly.

Feng Xinglang finally saw Cong Gang's face: He was wearing black ultrasound and a dark gray suit... He was so cold!

"Say hello to your biological father first."

Cong Gang didn't look at the camera, he just pushed the little thing in his arms to the camera for a close-up.

"Dad, you have to be good...you have to walk! You're in a wheelchair...you're ugly!"

The little guy's face almost filled the whole screen, and he was very obedient in persuading his own father who refused to get off the ground to walk.

It seems that Feng Xinglang's scheme has succeeded!

Seeing his youngest son's joy, Feng Xinglang finally let go of his worries; in fact, as his wife said, he trusted Cong Gang. But the little thing is his biological child after all, and the family love that is thicker than water can never be let go of.

"Let Cong Gang answer the phone." Feng Xinglang snorted coldly.

"It's fierce...the big insects won't pick up!"

The little guy who had been so obedient and docile just now, persuading his father to practice walking, suddenly changed his face, and even used his little hands to cover the camera in disgust.

Cong Gang hugged the little thing lying on the table away from him and retreated to a relatively comfortable distance.

"Cong Gang, send my son back quickly, do you hear me?" Feng Xinglang snorted angrily.

"I still have things to do... How about letting your son go back by himself?"

Cong Gang looked sideways out of the car window, looking relaxed and unbeatable.

"Cong Gang, what the hell do you want to do?" Feng Xinglang said in a low voice.

"I take care of your child and you yell at me...how thankless it is for me!"

Cong Gang's profile was very resolute, and through the screen he could smell the danger of strangers not coming near him.

But in Feng Xinglang's eyes, he felt so unworthy of a beating!

"You abducted my son, do I have to thank you?" Feng Xinglang snorted.

"I can't bear the crime of your desire! The little insect was forced on me by your woman!"

Cong Gang pinched the cheek of the little thing in his arms, "How comfortable am I alone... Now I have to take this dragster with me wherever I go! It directly affects the comfort of my trip, I have to ask you There’s a commission for taking care of the kids!”

"Stop talking nonsense! Send Chong Chong back quickly!" Feng Xinglang scolded him coldly.

"I won't come back... I won't come back! The little insect won't come back! Dad is bad, ugly, and smelly!"

After the little guy patted the camera, he nestled deeply in Cong Gang's arms.

"You brat, you're going to rebel!"

Feng Xinglangwen scolded, "Come back quickly!"

"Feng Xinglang, even if I send Xiaochong back now, you don't have the time or energy to take care of him, right?"

"That's my business! You don't need an outsider with ulterior motives to worry about it!"

"Have a better attitude!"

Cong Gang glanced at the nearly hairy Feng Xinglang on the screen, "If I get upset, I will leave your son in this deep mountain forest... By the time you arrive, I'm afraid he will already be dead! "

"How dare you!!" Feng Xinglang gritted his teeth.

"What can I not dare to do? He is your biological child...it just makes you feel bad if he is lost! I don't care!"

Cong Gang once again held up the small thing and sent it out of the car window, making a gesture of "I'm going to throw it away", "Besides, you can't do anything to me, let alone get revenge!"

"It's taking off...it's taking off..."

The little guy instantly opened his arms, facing the morning light like a little eagle spreading its wings and about to fly.

"Damn it...be careful!! Don't hurt my son!" Feng Xinglang roared like thunder on the phone.

Under Feng Xinglang's fierce roar, Cong Gang took the little guy back with his upper body leaning out of the window.

"Aren't you still relieved that I'm here?"

Cong Gang smiled faintly at the angry and ferocious person on the screen, "You have to admit: he is safer in my hands than in the hands of your biological father! Isn't it?"

To be honest, looking at Cong Gang's leisurely and calm demeanor really made Feng Xinglang's hands itch! But when he saw his youngest son's energetic smile and heard his childlike and joyful laughter, Feng Xinglang was relieved.

I have to say that Cong Gang has indeed raised his youngest son very well: healthy, happy, and childlike...

In fact, Feng Xinglang was a little envious!