Chapter 2161 This Is Servility

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That night, Feng Xinglang slept extremely soundly.

It seems that I haven't had such a peaceful sleep for a long time.

Wake up naturally without shouting, urging, or interruption!

In short, it is considered a luxury for him!

When Feng Xinglang squinted his eyes and woke up, the room was still dark because of the curtains.

Very suitable environment for sleeping.

Thinking that it was still early and wanting to squint for a while, he subconsciously fumbled for the watch on the bedside, glanced at the time, and immediately jumped out of bed.

Is this ten o'clock in the evening or ten o'clock in the morning?

It's definitely the latter. Because at ten o'clock last night, he was still on the way to Qibei Mountain City.

There are so many high-tech equipment in this ghost house, but these broken curtains still need to be pulled manually? ! Don’t you think it’s very low?

But it also fits the personality of that guy Cong Gang! When he returned to the bed to put on his watch, Feng Xinglang discovered some clues: for example, his clothes had been taken from the bathroom floor tiles to the sofa next to the bed, and they were neatly stacked; for another example, His mobile phone was

People turn off their phones!

Feng Xinglang picked up the clothes stacked on the sofa and took a quick sniff. It turned out that they had been washed and dried?

Who did it?

Definitely not some conch girl! It must be that guy Cong Gang!

Could it be...could it be that he was really moved by what he said last night? He actually believed that he really wanted to make peace with him?

Thinking of something, Feng Xinglang quickly rushed out of the bedroom and ran downstairs.

The living room downstairs that was originally in a mess was actually cleaned up? Almost spotless!

Are you not dreaming? There's no dazzle, right?

Last night's mud and water flowed across the ground, the broken flowers and grass scattered on the ground, and the broken pots and jars were all cleaned up!

If it weren't for the fact that most of the curtains that he had set on fire were still hanging in ruins, Feng Xinglang would have had the illusion that this had never happened.

"Cong Gang... Cong Gang? Chong Chong... Chong Chong..."

Feng Xinglang called Cong Gang twice and his youngest son twice, but he didn't get any response.

Did you leave again? Or is it hidden?

Feng Xinglang saw the white paper at his feet, with an arrow drawn on it. An arrow pointing to the kitchen.

He bent down and picked up the white paper with arrows drawn on it. The cartoon-like painting style looked more like it was drawn by a young child.

Could it be that the youngest son Chongchong painted it?

Feng Xinglang vaguely remembered that while he was still in the hospital for corrective surgery on his leg, his youngest son showed his talent for painting.

It seems that the painting last time was... a big insect and a small insect? ! Another memory that made Feng Xinglang angry!

Did the little guy hide himself in the kitchen?

Feng Xinglang walked vigorously towards the kitchen. After pressing a number code, the kitchen door was opened.

Not only did someone come into the kitchen, but they also left breakfast for him on the bar: a minion smiling face on a plate with mango slices; and an insulated lunch box. Feng Xinglang looked at the minion's smiling face pattern, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised: The mango pieces were cut neatly, but the presentation was a bit messy and childish. He even thought of the image of his young son playing with these mango bits for himself, how interesting it was.

Love filial piety!

When I opened the insulated lunch box, I found it had four layers.

The first layer is bacon and shrimp rolls; the second layer is two boiled eggs; the third layer is a bowl of yellow rice porridge?

servility!

This is servility!

No matter how much trouble he made, Feng Xinglang, in the end he had to serve him, Uncle Feng, like a grandson?

A contemptuous smile appeared on Feng Xinglang's lips: I am still your uncle!

After pinching a piece of bacon and shrimp roll and stuffing it into his mouth, and taking another sip of yellow rice porridge, Feng Xinglang went to get the bottom compartment.

It's not food, but a player packed in a waterproof bag?

After holding it in his hand and looking through it, Feng Xinglang pressed the play button, and the voice of his youngest son Feng Chongchong immediately came from inside.

"Daddy, you have to be a good boy...don't make trouble, don't be noisy, don't be aggressive, don't smash flowers and plants...be a good daddy!"

The little guy sniffed and continued: "Xiao Chong is so tired from cleaning... I didn't sleep all night... Does Daddy feel sorry for Xiao Chong?"

What a piece of shit, let his son clean it? This is child labor! ! !

As if knowing that his biological father would be angry, the little guy added: "Dad is better off than not... You gave birth to Xiao Chong, and Xiao Chong will always be your son! Xiao Chong loves you, bubbo!"

Feng Xinglang still liked hearing these latter words.

Although he knew that his energy was limited, he had made the determination to stay with his young son 24 hours a day; however, his plans would always fail to keep up with changes, and he would inadvertently delay his decision. I don’t blame my wife for complaining about herself.

Feng Xinglang also had to admit that the critical period for his younger son's speech could not be delayed. And living with Cong Gang is a good way. It's just that he is unwilling to be a biological father! But it’s too much!

Sometimes Feng Xinglang also wants to divide himself into several people: one to make money and manage the company; one to accompany his wife and children at home; one to realize his youthful ideals...

Well, let’s take one more to accompany my younger son 24 hours a day!

Feng Xinglang played the sentence in a loop: [Dad is not angry... You gave birth to Xiao Chong, and Xiao Chong will always be your son! Xiaochong loves you, Boop! 】

Whether it’s the little guy’s own subjective consciousness or not, such heartwarming words sound really heartwarming.

Feeling relieved, Feng Xinglang ate all his breakfast. Including the two bland boiled eggs.

Before leaving, Feng Xinglang thought of something and went back to the kitchen. He wanted to take out a small jar of shelled Brazilian pine nuts from the refrigerator and take it with him, but found that there was an extra jar of pine nuts in the refrigerator without the time stamped on it. .

When he held the small jar of pine nuts in his palm, Feng Xinglang's eyebrows became heavier: Was this peeled overnight? Although there is only half a jar, it takes a lot of time!

Then it suddenly dawned on me!

…

As soon as Feng Xinglang sat down in the CEO's office, his eldest brother Feng Lixin called.

"Xinglang, how are you handling the matter of GK being hacked?"

"How do you know about this? It seems that I don't even want to be famous!" Feng Xinglang snorted self-deprecatingly.

"That guy Bai Mo sent it to me! I've told him not to show it everywhere anymore!" Feng Lixin sighed slightly.

"You don't have to tell that kid! Just let him show off!" Feng Xinglang said disapprovingly.

"...Xinglang, are you angry?" Feng Lixin didn't understand his brother's angry words.

"Do you think you can make me mad just by saying, 'I, Feng Xinglang, am a scumbag'?" Feng Xinglang snorted and sneered, "Your brother's psychological quality is not that bad, right?"

"Okay, stop pretending that it doesn't matter! I know you are too angry, I just want to comfort you!" Feng Lixin thought this was the nonsense of his younger brother Feng Xinglang who was too angry.

"I really have nothing to be angry about! Even if I put a label 'I'm a scum' on my forehead, it won't change the fact that I am their president! Don't they still have to treat me with respect?" Feng Xinglang snorted. smiled.

"It seems that you are really fine..." Feng Lixin breathed a sigh of relief, "I was worried that you couldn't adjust yourself! It seems that my worries are unnecessary! By the way, have you called the police?"

"Why are you reporting to the police? It's just a little prank! None of those important documents are missing!"

"Did your kid offend someone again?"

Feng Lixin asked, "Last time you were beaten by Bai Mo and lay in the hospital for more than half a month, but it didn't take long! Don't offend anyone again! But I asked Bai Mo Silent, he said it was really not him who did it this time!"

"Being beaten by Bai Mo? Haha! Feng Lixin, do you think someone like Bai Mo can beat me?" Feng Xinglang snorted and sneered.

"Then who is in pain after lying in the hospital for more than half a month?" Feng Lixin asked back.

"..." Some words are really inconvenient to say. "Okay, my dear brother, I will remember your words!"

"Xinglang, if you need funds, I have some here. You can use it first."

"I don't need it! As for the little money you have, leave it to your son! You have two children and two mothers, so you have more money to spend than me!"

Feng Xinglang rejected Feng Lixin's kindness. He knew that it was not easy for Feng Lixin to run the Feng family.

"You brat, do you look down on my little money?" Feng Lixin scolded.

"Well, I'm a bit looking down on it!" Feng Xinglang smiled.

"You brat, I realized you're just a white-eyed wolf! I'm too lazy to comfort you! I'm done!"

Feng Lixin has long been accustomed to bickering with his brother Feng Xinglang. The relationship between their brothers was forged with blood and life!

[Dad, don’t be angry... Xiao Chong was born to you, and Xiao Chong will always be your son! Xiaochong loves you, Boop! 】

Listening to this message from his youngest son, Feng Xinglang's eyes flashed with tenderness and tenderness: Little one, do you know that your biological father really misses you!

When I think about it, I really think about it!

However, the little guy's sense of presence at home was too low. If he wasn't careful, he would be ignored by his biological father.

At this thought, Feng Xinglang thought of his daughter Wanwan. Because he came directly to the company, he hasn't held his daughter Wanwan today. Then he thought about asking Xing Shishi to send his wife and daughter to the company so that he could hold them and pamper them.

"Honey, I miss you... Come to the company with Wanwan, I want to hug you!"

"Why are you hugging me? I'm busy." Xueluo on the phone seemed a little confused.

"Xueluo, what are you busy with?" Feng Xinglang asked with a frown.

"There is a fund-raising event at the welfare home this afternoon. I will meet up with Duoduo later and go to the welfare home together!" Xueluo told the truth.

"What about another fundraiser? Didn't there just be a large fundraiser a year ago?"

How come the current welfare homes don’t need to be supported by yamen, but are thrown into the society to collect donations one after another?

"You don't know that there are so many sick children in orphanages now! Many of them are those who were seriously ill and abandoned by their parents."

"If parents don't want to bear the burden, why don't they just leave it to society?" Feng Xinglang asked rhetorically.

"Xinglang, can you be more loving? If their parents could afford to support them, would they be willing to abandon their own flesh and blood?" "Abandoning them just because they can't support them? This is called the crime of abandonment!"