Chapter 2188 Postscript 6

No matter how much his father nags in his ears, he can't hide the mood of little Feng Chongchong who can't wait to see little An'an.

The little guy kept clinging to the car window and looking at the European-style retro villa that was getting closer and closer.

Feng Xinglang's handsome brows suddenly rose and fell: His younger son's autism should have been cured, but why does he seem to be in puppy love?

Fortunately, it was his son who fell in love early. If it were Wanwan, his daughter, Feng Xinglang would be extremely anxious.

His youngest son fell in love with Cong Gang's daughter. No matter how much he, Feng Xinglang, made a profit!

"Basong, unlocked!"

Before the Bentley came to a stop, the little guy eagerly reminded Basong who was driving.

"Oh, why is Mr. Feng so eager to see his little girlfriend?"

Basong likes to tease Feng Chongchong the most. This little thing is either silent or it makes a splash.

"An An... An An... Xiaochong has brought you delicious food! An An..."

The little guy ignored Basong's teasing and quickly climbed out of the car carrying the food packed by Grandma An.

"Mr. Feng, how do you feel when you see your daughter-in-law for the first time?" Basong asked jokingly.

Watching his youngest son's eager and attentive little figure, Feng Xinglang was really filled with emotion for a moment.

"I'm in a good mood...not bad!" Feng Xinglang raised his eyebrows.

My little cub is going to feed the cabbage that others have worked so hard to raise, so of course he will feel better.

Feng Xinglang walked into the villa with a leisurely pace and saw the sizzling steak on the dining table. Served with pasta and vegetable salad sprinkled with pine nuts. Obviously, this was a breakfast specially made for him, Feng Xinglang.

Feng Xinglang has a bad habit: he doesn't like to eat bland food in the morning, but instead likes strong flavors.

After glancing in the direction of the kitchen, Feng Xinglang sat down at the dining table and started eating the perfectly cooked steak.

The taste is really good, quite suitable for Feng Xinglang's appetite.

When Cong Gang walked out of the kitchen, he was holding a plate of simple breakfast: bland millet porridge, boiled eggs and beef.

Cong Gang, who lives at home, looks very gentle. But his gentleness seemed to have an indescribable tendency to keep strangers away from him. But Feng Xinglang is not included. Because he can get as close as he wants.

Feng Xinglang glanced behind Cong Gang and did not see the An An mentioned by his younger son.

While chewing the beefy steak, Feng Xinglang looked around, "Cong Gang, where is your little An'an? Why, are you reluctant to let her out to see the light?"

"Asleep." Cong Gang responded quietly and sat down opposite Feng Xinglang.

"The steak you fried is to my liking!" Feng Xinglang praised.

But this kind of praise seems to have a bit of arrogance. The implication is: You, Cong Gang, are only suitable to serve me!

Cong Gang ignored Feng Xinglang's behavior of putting money on his own face. He just drank his bland millet porridge in silence.

"Why do you suddenly want to have a child?" Feng Xinglang asked the question he had been wondering about all night.

"...In response to someone's request." Cong Gang responded quietly.

"Request? Who would ask you to have a child? Your woman? That Lia?" Feng Xinglang asked with a frown.

Cong Gang gave Feng Xinglang a deep look, then lowered his head, and began to reminisce calmly: "You said that I worked so hard to earn so much money, besides supporting my wife and children, didn't I just want to be with you? Do you want me to show off my power in front of you and make you look at me with admiration, worship me, admire me, and follow me?! Are you really willing to let me be like a beggar?

In this way, I expect you to show me some pitiful friendship? "

Feng Xinglang frowned: Why do these words sound so familiar? I seem to have heard someone say that!

Seeing Feng Xinglang's frowned eyebrows, Cong Gang knew that this guy who was always talking about cheating must have forgotten everything he said!

It doesn't matter if someone forgets, he will remember it for him! Just when Feng Xinglang was thinking hard about the meaning of Cong Gang's inexplicable words, he saw a little baby boy less than two years old walking quickly down the stairs. Her chubby little feet were bare, and she was holding a...diaper in one hand.

?

This little milk baby should be the An An in my son’s mouth!

The pink and jade-carved little thing looks much more sophisticated than the little milk baby of the same age. Especially her innate aloof style... Even with her bare feet, she is full of aura!

Feng Xinglang's eyes were completely locked on little An An who came downstairs; while Cong Gang's eyes fell on Feng Xinglang's handsome face, as if he was watching his reaction to An An.

Little An'an just glanced at the unfamiliar Feng Xinglang calmly, then ran towards Cong Gang with the diaper in his hand.

After standing firm at the dining table, Xiao Anan patted the diaper on the dining table.

"Be good, An'an go and change it yourself!"

Cong Gang reached over and stroked little An An's head. And stuffed the diaper back into the little cutie's hand.

Feng Xinglang's eyes were full of surprise: Did he hear it correctly? Cong Gang is actually asking a little thing who is still drinking a bottle to change his diaper?

"An'an, let me change your diaper! I can change it too!"

He ran upstairs to find Xiao Anan's friend Zeng Chongchong, and then ran downstairs. Seeing that An An needed to change his diaper, he diligently came forward and offered himself.

As soon as she saw Feng Chongchong, this clingy little follower, little Anan immediately picked up the diaper and ran quickly towards the bathroom.

"An An... An An... wait for me! I really know how to change diapers!" The kid Feng Chongchong quickly chased after him.

My youngest son’s puppy love actually started by changing his girlfriend’s diaper?

With a 'bang' sound, the bathroom door was closed by Xiao Anan.

"Xiao Chong, An An can change it by herself, just let her change it by herself!" Cong Gang said warmly.

The little boy Feng Chongchong was waiting outside the bathroom door in despair.

"Cong Gang...The child is only a few months old, right? You actually let her change her diaper by herself?" Feng Xinglang was surprised and surprised.

"An An started training when he was ten months old. Now he can basically take care of himself!" Cong Gang said lightly.

"What? Training at the age of ten months? Ha, Cong Gang... what do you think of your daughter? Do you want to train her to be a killer?"

Feng Xinglang really couldn't understand what Cong Gang did, "Is that child your biological child?"

"I just thought: Even if I die on the street one day and never come back, she can still live alone!"

Cong Gang's parenting style is really not acceptable to ordinary people.

Including Feng Xinglang, he also disapproved of Cong Gang's cold-blooded education method.

There is no family affection at all!

The corners of Feng Xinglang's lips twitched fiercely a few times, and he snorted angrily, "Cong Gang, people like you don't deserve children!"

"If she can't even do this, she is even less worthy of being my Cong Gang's child!" Cong Gang said lightly.

The corners of Feng Xinglang's lips twitched slightly: Look how good this guy is! Fortunately, I only gave birth to a daughter. If I gave birth to a son, why would I have to train him to be a superman from an early age? ! It's just that no matter how well the daughter was raised, she was still born to his Feng Xinglang's son!