Chapter 2133 Drink the Bottle Obediently

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After answering Yan Bang tepidly, Feng Xinglang hung up the phone.

It is obviously useless to say anything to Yan Bangduo now!

"Big Chong Chong?"

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Feng Chongchong gently tugged at the hem of his father's clothes with his little hands. Those clear eyes were full of hope.

"It's not Big Chong Chong!"

Feng Xinglang leaned down and gently pecked his youngest son on the forehead, "Why do you miss Big Chongchong so much?"

The little guy nodded weakly. Then he turned his head sideways and looked out of his window quietly.

Feng Xinglang half-knelt on one knee and rested his chin on his youngest son's shoulder, trying to follow the little guy's eyes and see his world.

Apart from the dark gray and dark blue sky, there is nothing else that catches the eye.

"If Xiao Chong really misses Big Chong Chong...his father must have a way to get him back immediately." Feng Xinglang kissed his little son's cool little face.

The little guy's melancholy eyes suddenly brightened up again, he glanced at his smiling father, and then murmured: "Xiao Chong doesn't believe it!"

"How about playing a trick with your father? Okay, my father has fallen into your trap!"

Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the dark sky, "If that insect doesn't come back within three days, how about I become your son?"

The little boy Feng Chongchong really didn't have much interest in who would be the son of whom.

"Big Chongchong is back...little Chongchong is good!"

The dialogue mode between father and son is completely different from each other.

"Then it's a deal! Dad, just get that damn bug back, and just be a good boy!" The father and son happily reached an agreement.

The little guy is full of hope, but he doesn't quite believe in his biological father who always promises!

"Lang Ge, whose phone number is it?"

To avoid embarrassment, Bai Mo turned the topic to Feng Xinglang, who was walking over with Xiaochong in his arms.

"It belongs to Brother Bang!" Feng Xinglang responded truthfully.

"Brother Bang? Did Brother Bang remember you when he recovered his memory?" Bai Mo asked in surprise.

"Do you think there is a switch in the brain? If you want to lose your memory, you will lose your memory. If you want to recover your memory, you will recover your memory?" Feng Xinglang snorted coldly.

"Then he didn't think of you? Then why did he call you?" Bai Mo was a little disappointed.

"Talk about the king of the south of the city!" Feng Xinglang responded casually.

"Alas..." Bai Mo let out a long sigh, "The once iron triangle... has just fallen apart! It's really a trick of creation!"

"It's not creation that manipulates people, it's people that manipulate people! You kid can be cruel enough to have my legs broken. It's only a matter of time before we break up!" Feng Xinglang said a few words to Bai Mo calmly.

"Brother Lang, I have sincerely apologized to you, why are you still holding on to my pigtails! You have no sense at all!"

Bai Mo's fallacy is that he himself can do wrong things, but others must happily forgive him! Otherwise, the belly is small.

"If it weren't for Duoduo's sake, I would really want to kick you into the Pacific Ocean!" Feng Xinglang gave Bai Mo a cold look.

"Sister-in-law, look at Brother Lang, he is becoming more and more cautious!"

Bai Mo saw that Feng Xinglang had no choice but to complain to Lin Xueluo.

"You hurt your brother Lang like this, but your brother Lang and I can still forgive you. We sit at the same dining table and have wine and talk with you, all because of brotherhood and friendship! Your brother Lang's generosity, It’s beyond your reach, Bai Mo!”

Of course Xueluo was facing her husband. After all, she didn't know the truth behind it.

It's late at night.

Feng Xinglang in the study room on the third floor downloaded an encrypted video file from GK's server.

After browsing the video file, the smile on his lips slowly rose: Damn, such a low body fat rate? What do you usually eat? fruit? vegetable? Feng Xinglang never thought about such a life without happiness for a single day!

Sliding the mouse, Feng Xinglang took a full-body photo from the video with his mobile phone and sent it to someone!

You bitch, besides knowing a little bit of Three-Legged Cat Kung Fu and playing tricks with me, you are still too young!

Along with the accompanying picture, Feng Xinglang also sent a text to someone: [Xiao Chong misses you! You are limited to return within three days! Otherwise, these videos and pictures will be played continuously in the commercial street for 24 hours! 】

To be honest, Feng Xinglang really couldn't stand the look in his youngest son's eyes. That longing look.

Growing up, Feng Xinglang spent his childhood under Feng Yishan's stick. It can be said that his childhood was a history of blood and tears.

So after Feng Xinglang became a father, he couldn't wait to give all his fatherly love to his three children.

He protects his eldest son; he dotes on his younger daughter; but the younger son... seems to turn a blind eye to his love! There is a feeling that I cannot be pampered or loved! For the rest, you can only do what you want!

Feng Xinglang could not let go of his love for his youngest son; but seeing his youngest son lying in front of the floor-to-ceiling window every day, not only did his wife feel distressed, but he was also worried!

I shouldn't have named my youngest son Chongchong in the first place!

Are you trapped in a cocoon? !

Is it self-inflicted? !

Annoyed, he was annoyed, but Feng Xinglang still warmly welcomed his youngest son's arrival!

The little guy’s birthday is coming soon, so think of it as a birthday gift for the little one!

Feng Xinglang walked out of the study feeling a little sleepy. As he passed the stairs, he thought of the lockdown that kept him locked in his room all day.

The eldest brother and Ran Ran believed that their eldest son Nuonuo gave the bear snacks to Tuantuan to eat, but Feng Xinglang felt that those snacks were more like eaten by the eldest son himself.

In front of the door of the princess room on the second floor, Feng Xinglang raised his hand and was about to knock on the door, but he paused in mid-air.

I thought it would be no big problem for this pretentious child to be hungry for a day and a half! If she can't figure it out subjectively, no matter how others try to persuade her, it will only be useless.

Just be hungry!

Hungry will make her calm down! Only when you calm down can you think seriously!

In short, she had to accept the half-child in Da Ranran's belly even if she didn't want to!

But this child still made Feng Xinglang feel distressed after all. But even if she feels distressed, it cannot foster her selfishness!

Feng Xinglang gave up going into the room to comfort him, and instead left Feng Tuantuan enough time and space to figure these things out on his own.

In the master bedroom on the third floor, Xueluo was sleeping on the big bed with her little son in her arms. But when Feng Xinglang entered the room, he discovered that the little guy was sitting sideways on the chaise longue in front of the window and fell asleep.

"You brat, do you know that you are stabbing your own father in the heart?" Feng Xinglang carefully lifted his youngest son into his arms.

That night, Feng Xinglang did not hug his precious daughter in the crib, but gave his arms to his youngest son, Feng Chongchong.

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The next morning.

Feng Xinglang was awakened by his little son in his arms.

"Dong da... dong da... dong da..."

The little thing tore off his pajamas and crawled on his bare chest, as if listening to his heartbeat.

Feng Xinglang fondly stroked his youngest son's head, "Good son...good morning!"

"Big Chongchong said that if people die, there won't be any more bangs here!" The little guy poked Feng Xinglang's heart with his little finger.

"Then what ideas have these dead bugs instilled in you?"

Feng Xinglang turned sideways and took his youngest son into his arms, "But that insect is right: after people die, there will be no more 'dong da' here! So, we must cherish every day we are alive. , be happy and happy!”

Feng Xinglang kissed his son's baby face, "Chongchong, your time has just begun! My dear father, I hope you are healthy and happy."

The little guy nestled in his father's arms in silence for a while, then murmured in a low voice: "I miss Big Chongchong!"

"My dear father knows!" Feng Xinglang patted his youngest son's lower back, "My dear father will do what you wish!"

"Thank you, daddy! Xiaochong loves daddy!" The little guy gave Feng Xinglang a loud kiss in return.

But this kind of parent-child tenderness didn't last long when Feng Xinglang was called over by the faint cry of his daughter Wanwan coming from downstairs.

"Chongchong, get up by yourself. Dad will go downstairs to see sister Wanwan! Why are you crying?"

Feng Xinglang let go of his little son in his arms and jumped up neatly. He didn't even have time to put on his slippers and ran downstairs barefoot.

Obviously, he can't love only one of his children!

When passing by the second floor, he glanced at Feng Tuantuan's princess room and found that the door of the room was open.

When he was about to go in to visit his niece Tuan Tuan, who had been hungry all day yesterday, he was distracted by his daughter's cries.

It seems that when facing his daughter and niece, Feng Xinglang doesn't have to choose at all.

"Wanwan, why are you crying? Where is mommy? Didn't she give you milk?"

Whenever his daughter cries, Feng Xinglang's first reaction is that his wife has not fed her.

"Xinglang, you came downstairs just in time, I'm going to feed Wanwan!" Xueluo was trying to feed her daughter complementary food.

"Give me milk for Wanwan? Lin Xueluo, are you crazy?"

Feng Xinglang's words were filled with obvious anger, "How old is Wanwan? Do you want to insulate her?"

"Your baby girl is already over nine months old! Our Chongchong was separated from breast milk at six months! And she just bit me!"

Xueluo put the baby spoon back into the small bowl and answered her husband's questions seriously.

"Can this son and daughter be the same?" Feng Xinglang asked with a snort.

"Why is it different?" Lin Xueluo asked.

"Wanwan bit you because she had baby teeth and her teeth were itchy. I bought her a teething stick." Feng Xinglang softened his attitude.

"The key is that your daughter refuses to use a molar stick to grind her teeth, so she insists on grinding her teeth on me!"

Xueluo asked bluntly: "Feng Xinglang, just tell me directly: Do you feel sorry for your wife? Or do you feel sorry for your daughter? Choose one of the two!"

"My eldest son agrees to wean my sister Wan Wan! If you dare to bite my mommy, you have to wean her off her breasts! Just drink the bottle!" Feng Linnuo, a warm man, stood on mommy's side.

"You brat, why are you causing trouble? What's the matter with you? Have you finished practicing calligraphy? Have you memorized ancient poems?" Feng Xinglang threatened.

When he glared at his eldest son, he discovered that his niece was sitting at the dining table, eating breakfast in silence. He doesn't make any noise or fuss, and seems to be extremely well-behaved.

Did the little thing figure it out on his own? But according to the little thing's character, he shouldn't be able to figure it out so quickly! Feng Xinglang always felt that this girl was a little unusually quiet today. Normally, she would have united with Brother Nuonuo a long time ago.