Chapter 2092 Full of Love

Overall, Feng Linwan is pretty easy to take care of.

For the most part, the little thing just eats and sleeps. Occasionally, when I am annoyed by my biological father's kiss, I will cry pitifully once or twice to show my resistance.

"Be good, be good... don't cry anymore! My biological father is holding me... I'm holding him!"

At this moment, Feng Xinglang seemed to have given all the tenderness in his life to his sweetheart. Every cry of his daughter made him feel heartbroken.

Xueluo stared at her daughter who was being carefully protected in her husband's arms with a little jealousy.

Alas, I gave myself a little love rival!

"Feng Xinglang, I find that you are quite partial!"

While Xueluo was eating fresh and oversized strawberries, she glanced sideways at her husband who was holding his daughter in his arms, patting and coaxing her, "You only have your precious daughter in your heart right now, right? Have you ever thought about where your little son is at this moment?" ?”

There had been no news about her youngest son for many days, and Xueluo was really a little worried.

But her husband carelessly dotes on his precious daughter every day, and there is no sign that he has ever worried about their little son.

Feng Xinglang came over with his daughter in his arms, "Now you know how to worry, right? Oh, Miss Lin, you should pay the price of missing Chongchong every day for your impulsive behavior!"

If a woman is not allowed to think about her little son for many days, she will not be able to remember it!

"Feng Xinglang, why do you think you are a little gloating?"

Xueluo hummed, "I miss my Chongchong every day... unlike you who live so carelessly every day! As long as you have your daughter in your arms, you can forget about anything else!"

"Miss Lin, you are blaspheming my fatherly love for my youngest son!"

Feng Xinglang kissed his daughter's forehead tenderly, his full fatherly love almost overflowing.

"Then I haven't seen you worried about Chongchong!" Xueluo hummed, "You have to find a way to contact Cong Gang! If there is no news about my Chongchong, I will definitely be in a bad mood! I will be in a bad mood Okay, definitely feed the baby back! Then your sweetheart will have to drink from the bottle! It’s pitiful just thinking about it!

"

It is still very effective to threaten Feng Xinglang with the food rations of his daughter who is only more than three months old.

"Miss Lin, I won't let you be so willful! My husband will just find a way!"

Sure enough, Feng Xinglang still compromised. With his exclusive doting and doting on his precious daughter, how could he be willing to let his sweetheart drink a bottle without body temperature!

"That's pretty much it! I'll give you three days. If you still can't contact Cong Gang, I will wean your daughter!"

"..." The woman made a mistake on impulse, and now she can blackmail him? What the hell is going on!

Feng Xinglang was really speechless: It was all caused by his pampering, so who can he blame?

After settling down his wife and daughter, Feng Xinglang returned to the study and continued working.

Seemingly uneasy, Feng Xinglang glanced at the time, it was nine-thirty in the evening; at this time...

Feng Xinglang picked up his phone and made a video call to Cong Gang.

After ringing for two or three seconds, it was answered. The screen went dark.

"What are you doing? It's pitch black!" Feng Xinglang, who couldn't see the picture clearly, asked with some dissatisfaction.

"President Fengda, can you be a little bit ethical? It's okay if you torment me, but now you are even tormenting your own son..." Cong Gang's voice was low and sleepy.

"It's only past nine o'clock and you're already asleep? Are you so sleepy...tired of playing with women?" Feng Xinglang snorted coldly.

"Uncle Feng, don't you know there is such a thing as 'jet lag'? It's past two o'clock in the morning..." Cong Gang was helpless for a guy like Feng Xinglang who never cared about other people's feelings.

However, Feng Xinglang really didn't consider the time difference when he made this video call. He hit whenever he wanted.

"Why are you so tired? What did you do during the day?"

Feng Xinglang was a little dissatisfied with Cong Gang's "depressed" appearance.

"Why do you think I am so tired? Your little ancestor is more difficult to take care of than you... I am also a human being, and I also need to sleep and rest, okay?"

The children of Fengchongchong who got excited from playing are really full of energy. It was easy for him to just play, but Cong Gang had to pay attention to his safety at all times, for fear that the little thing would have an accident and would not be able to deal with the devil's biological father.

Besides, it was two or three in the morning, which was a good time to fall asleep; but Feng Xinglang woke him up.

"Are you old? You don't even have enough energy to take care of a child?"

Feng Xinglang's words were full of sarcasm. Under the supervision of his wife Xueluo, Feng Xinglang's office hours during the day will be halved, giving him more time to rest. In other words, Feng Xinglang was very energetic at this moment.

"I'm sleepy... If nothing happens, I'm going to die!"

Cong Gang regretted that he really shouldn't have promised Feng Xinglang that he would answer his phone 24 hours a day.

"Don't hang up! I want to see my son!" Feng Xinglang snorted.

"Xiao Chong is asleep..." Cong Gang lowered his voice.

"I have to watch it even when I'm asleep!" Feng Xinglang insisted on seeing his youngest son Chongchong.

Unable to resist Feng Xinglang, Cong Gang opened the air conditioner in his arms.

"Can't see clearly!"

"..." Cong Gang sighed helplessly and reached out to turn on the bedside lamp.

The picture is so warm that it makes Feng Xinglang's nose sore: his little son is sleeping soundly in Cong Gang's arms; one of his short legs is still resting comfortably on Cong Gang's waist, and he looks both enjoying and arrogant. .

At this moment, Feng Xinglang really envied his youngest son for having such a wild and wild childhood experience. He can unscrupulously enjoy Cong Gang's care for him, accompanying him all the way, and growing up all the way.

Feeling the coolness, the little guy instinctively moved closer to Cong Gang's arms. Cong Gang brought him not only a sense of security, but also deep care and love.

"Have you seen enough?" Cong Gang asked lightly when Feng Xinglang didn't speak for a long time.

"Let me watch for a while."

As if aware that his voice was a little hoarse, Feng Xinglang added covertly: "I haven't seen him in a few days... I miss him!"

"President Fengda, are you just sensationalizing now? You forgot... you yelled at your own son in the video yesterday!"

For some reason, Cong Gang, who was originally poor in words, subtly fell in love with fighting with Feng Xinglang. But it also depends on your mood and situation.

"I think my own biological son, do you, an outsider, have any opinions?" Feng Xinglang emphasized the word 'biological'.

"Okay, I have no objection." Cong Gang didn't want to continue arguing with Feng Xinglang, who was already angry. After pausing for a few seconds, Feng Xinglang returned to his gentle voice and said, "I'll ask Wendy to give you money tomorrow! You want the best food, the best accommodation, and the best entertainment! You don't have to save for me!"