Chapter 2122 Xiaochong Misses You

Xueluo really felt sorry for such a little son.

Not wanting him to lie alone in front of the French window, he took the little guy into his arms.

"Chongchong, he will know how much you miss Chongchong. He will come back when he finishes his business!"

Xueluo kissed her little son's cheek, which was wet by the mist: "Chongchong, mommy loves you! I love you very much!"

"Little bugs love mommy too!"

The little guy withdrew his head from the world outside the glass and kissed his mother warmly on the cheek.

"Chongchong, after the New Year, can you let dad take our family to travel to Fort Pett? Fort Pett is grandpa's home! It's the place where mommy and brother spent five years together!"

Xueluo spoke softly to her youngest son. She simply wanted to communicate with her little son, no matter what the little guy answered her.

"Will Big Chongchong be there?" the little guy asked with his eyes lit up.

"Maybe!" Xueluo sighed slightly, "Mommy isn't sure either!"

The little guy shook his head weakly, "Little Chong wants to wait for Big Chongchong at home!"

Xueluo felt distressed again. When he looked back at his husband, he was holding his daughter in his arms and was having all kinds of kisses and teasing. No one paid any attention to the lonely little son. It will inevitably give people a chill.

"Then mommy is waiting at home with Xiaochong!"

Xueluo kissed her youngest son's face, "Mommy can't live without Xiao Chong! Just like Xiao Chong misses Big Chong Chong!"

"Thank you, Mommy! Xiaochong loves Mommy!"

The little guy was lying on his mother's shoulder, but his eyes were still looking out the window, trying to catch the long-awaited figure.

"Xueluo, stop hugging Chongchong and come here quickly to feed Wanwan! She sucked on my mouth just now. My daughter must be hungry!"

Feng Xinglang greeted his wife. He couldn't bear to hear his daughter's slightest hum. When coaxing fails, a common tactic is to call the wife to breastfeed the daughter.

"No feeding! I just want to hold my insect!"

Xueluo glanced sideways at the husband who doted on his daughter, and hugged the little son tighter in his arms.

"Little insect, come down! How old are you, why do you still need mommy to hug you? Do you have any legs?"

Unable to complain about his wife, Feng Xinglang scolded his youngest son.

"Mommy, let Xiaochong down... Xiaochong, be good!"

Amid his father's scolding, the little guy quickly twisted to the ground. Then he ran towards the glass window.

Seeing her little son lying in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Xueluo felt really distressed. But the moaning and crying daughter here attracted her again. After all, my daughter is still young and needs more care.

"Xinglang, where did Cong Gang go?"

While Xueluo was feeding her daughter, she complained and asked, "When will you come back?"

"How would I know? I'm not that guy's biological father!"

Feng Xinglang caressed his daughter who was sucking her breasts, "Besides, a man who covets my wife, why do you want him to come back?"

"Feng Xinglang! I've said it hundreds of times: Cong Gang can't do it! He can't do it!"

Xueluo got a little angry, "And even if you drive Cong Gang away, won't there still be people like Zhang Gang and Li Gang who appreciate your wife? Feng Xinglang, you are not confident!"

"Honey, I really don't know where that bitch Cong Gang died! He has legs himself, and he has always been elusive!"

Seeing that his wife was angry and worried about his daughter's food rations, Feng Xinglang immediately softened his attitude.

Xueluo glanced in the direction of her youngest son again, "Xiao Chong is looking forward to Cong Gang's return every day! If this continues, Chong Chong will have to become autistic!"

As she spoke, Xueluo glared at her husband, "And you! Can you care more about Chongchong?! You only know how to hug and tease your daughter all day long! We have separated, so you can go there with your daughter every day Bar!"

"Why are you angry again? Cong Gang ran away by himself, why are you blaming me?"

Feng Xinglang leaned over and kissed his wife's sullen cheek, "Okay, okay, okay, I'm going to take care of Chongchong! Go now!"

"Come on, my dear little son, let your father hug you!"

Feng Xinglang stretched out his long arms to pick up his youngest son, who was lying alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, "Are you thinking about life? Let's talk to my father!"

The little guy pursed his lips and said nothing. He knew that if he mentioned Da Chong Chong, his own father would be angry. So it’s better that silence is golden.

"Do you miss Da Chong Chong?" Feng Xinglang lowered his voice and asked in his youngest son's ear.

The little guy turned back and glanced at his biological father. He was not fooled by him and remained silent.

"Well, after dinner later, can your father record a blessing video for you and send it to Da Chongchong?" Feng Xinglang continued softly.

The little guy glanced at his father in confusion, then nodded weakly.

"Then it's settled! Let's have a happy dinner first!"

Feng Xinglang said mysteriously, "After dinner, we can start our secret activities as father and son!"

The little guy nodded weakly, agreeing to his father's proposal. But still doubtful.

While coaxing his youngest son, Feng Xinglang was angry in his heart: What a bastard, he almost led his own son astray!

"Come... come, collect the New Year's money!"

Butler Mo came over with a festive big red envelope, "Nono, you are the eldest son of the Feng family. This is the first big red envelope for you! I wish you success in your studies, health and happiness!"

"Thank you Grandpa Mo! I also wish Grandpa Mo a long life!"

It doesn't matter if it's money or not, the kid Feng Linnuo just feels happy to receive the gift.

"Tuan Tuan, you are the eldest daughter of the Feng family. This is the most beautiful big red envelope for you! I wish you will become more beautiful and sensible as you grow older!"

"Thank you Grandpa Mo! I also wish Grandpa Mo a blessing as good as the East China Sea and a life as long as the Nanshan Mountains!"

"Chongchong, this is your big red envelope! Grandpa Mo wishes you peace and health!"

When Feng Chongchong arrived, he fell silent. The little guy didn't reach out to take the red envelope from Butler Mo's hand, but just looked sideways at the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Xiao Chong, thank you Grandpa Mo quickly! I wish Grandpa Mo a happy smile, good luck every year, and good luck every year!"

Xueluo took the red envelope from Butler Mo on behalf of her youngest son. It seems that everyone has become accustomed to the uniqueness of Feng Chongchong's children.

"This is for Xiao Wanwan! I wish her healthy growth!" Butler Mo delivered another big red envelope to Xueluo.

"Thank you, Grandpa Mo! I wish you a happy New Year every night!" Xueluo thanked Butler Mo on behalf of her daughter.

But Butler Mo still has a big red envelope in his hand...

"Ran Ran, this is for you! I wish you all your wishes will come true and your family will be happy!"

Butler Mo sent the last big red envelope to his daughter Mo Ranran.

"Thank you, dad! I also wish you a long life and a happy new year!" Mo Ranran took the red envelope handed to her by her father, with tears in her eyes.

"Comrade Lao Mo, if you want to be partial, you can't be so obvious!"

Feng Xinglang started his teasing and teasing, "I'll forget it with my brother. You can give my sister-in-law a red envelope, but why doesn't my Xueluo?"

"This is New Year's money...for...for the children!" Butler Mo was hesitant in his explanation.

"Dad, if you treat me as a child, then you must also treat Sister Xueluo as a child! You must also give Sister Xueluo one later!" Mo Ranran immediately interrupted her father. On this reunion New Year's Eve, she didn't want to ruin the atmosphere because of herself. After the New Year, she would find a suitable time to explain to her husband and Tuantuan. No matter what their attitude is, she can

Be mentally prepared to accept it calmly!

"Okay, okay, I'll pack one right now!"

Butler Mo did not force his daughter. Then he turned around and went to the study to give Xueluo a red envelope.

"Xinglang, what are you making fun of? My own father gave a red envelope to his daughter, and you are jealous too!"

Xueluo envied Mo Ranran for having her father by her side.

"I'm teasing Lao Mo! I just like to see Lao Mo's serious look!"

Others present really didn't consider that the red envelope from Butler Mo was New Year's money for his grandson.

…

The night is already deep.

Feng Xinglang, who had been defeated at Shou Sui, fell next to his wife and daughter and fell asleep.

Drowsily, he felt something poking his neck, and then his tall nose was pinched by a pair of small hands.

Through the soft wall lamp beside the bed, Feng Xinglang saw his youngest son standing beside the bed.

"Chongchong? Why are you still up so late?" Feng Xinglang said with sleepy eyes.

"Video with Big Chongchong!" the little guy murmured weakly.

"..." How could I have forgotten this trouble?

"Okay...Daddy, get up and record a video with Chongchong!"

Although he yawned sleepily, Feng Xinglang, who loved his son as much as his soul, still got up. Tonight is New Year's Eve, and he has fulfilled his youngest son's wish.

In the study, Feng Xinglang held his youngest son on his lap.

Cong Gang's phone still failed to get through.

Feng Xinglang muttered something and smashed his phone on the desk.

What he hates most is that Cong Gang is so out of control! Not to mention it’s coming at a moment’s notice!

"Big Chong Chong won't answer?"

The little guy picked up the phone and looked at his father expectantly, "Daddy, call again!"

Feng Xinglang took the phone from his youngest son and tried to call Cong Gang while asking softly: "Chongchong, tell daddy, what do you like about Chongchong? Or what is there about Chongchong that is worthy of you?" like him?"

"Big Chongchong loves little Chongchong..." the little guy murmured.

"But dear dad also loves bugs!" Feng Xinglang leaned over and kissed his youngest son in his arms.

"Big Chongchong only loves little insects!"

Feng Xinglang was a little confused by what his youngest son said. The words ‘just love’ are indeed worth it.

"Maybe the caterpillar has already fallen asleep... let's record a video and send it to him, so he can see it when he wakes up!"

"Then...okay." The little guy nodded weakly.

Looking at the father and son in the same frame in the video, Feng Xinglang was delighted to discover: It turns out that the younger son is so handsome when he smiles! Very much like his youthful demeanor!

"Big Chongchong, little Chongchong misses you!" the little guy said in a long voice, "I miss you so much... I miss you so much... I miss you so much... I miss you so much..."

The little guy muttered brokenly.

"Cong Gang, you are so pretentious... it's boring! If you are not convinced, you can come back and fight with me! Besides..." Feng Xinglang glanced around, "Besides, you are not a young girl. ...Can you die?! Xiaochong misses you, come back quickly!"