Chapter 2205 Postscript 23

"Run to find your biological father!"

The little guy hugged his father's neck tightly, and now he finally let his father hold him.

"Xiao Chong wants to kiss daddy!" Then he kissed his daddy four or five times on the cheek. While kissing, I was still counting silently in my heart. Big Chongchong said that he would be hugged for an hour and kissed a hundred times a day; but he did not say whether he wanted his biological father to kiss him or him to kiss his biological father. The little guy just regarded it as a mere kiss.

Even if you want to kiss, it doesn’t matter who kisses whom. As for hugging, it must be my biological father hugging me. Because he can’t hold his biological father!

Faced with his youngest son who was suddenly so clingy to him, Feng Xinglang was of course pampered in a 'flattered' manner.

The child Feng Chongchong, who was hanging in his father's arms, glanced at Yan Wuyang who was guarding next to a black box. He looks quite strong, but also quite pitiful. After he completes the task for this half month, he will be rewarded a little by his own father!

"By the way, Chongchong, who are you here with?"

Feng Xinglang's questioning method was still very gentle. He didn't want his younger son to be resistant to answering questions.

"Your son!" But the little guy answered him readily without thinking.

"My son? Brother Nuonuo brought you here?" Feng Xinglang frowned slightly.

"It's not Nuonuo, it's the son you abandoned!" The little guy snorted.

"The son I abandoned?"

Feng Xinglang really didn't understand his youngest son's strange answer, "Why doesn't your biological father remember that he has lost any sons?!"

The little guy hugged his father's cheek and said seriously, "Dad, you are so outrageous! Why can't you remember that you lost your son?"

"..." Feng Xinglang frowned and thought for a long time, but he still didn't expect that he had lost any sons before. Besides, don’t you just have two biological sons? Plus a godson, Yan Wuyan!

Since his youngest son often did some strange things and said some unbelievable things, Feng Xinglang didn't ask any more questions at that time.

When Bai Mo came in, Feng Xinglang was still holding his youngest son, Feng Chongchong, in his arms.

Bai Mo's eyes were severely red and swollen, and there were some bruises on his forehead.

"Brother Bang..." After a hoarse cry, Bai Mo knelt upright in front of Yan Bang's urn.

Feng Xinglang's eyes turned red again. A long silence, a long moment of silence. Just listening to Bai Mo crying at the top of his lungs.

Compared to Feng Xinglang's forbearance, Bai Mo would vent his sad emotions very straightforwardly. When you are sad, you will cry unbridled.

It wasn't until his wife called again that Feng Xinglang realized that he had forgotten to call his wife to report that his youngest son was safe.

"Xueluo, Chongchong has arrived at Yulong City."

Feng Xinglang's voice was hoarse, and he immediately took the phone away and brought it to his youngest son's mouth, "Chongchong, say hello to mommy."

"Good night, Mommy, Xiaochong is going to sleep!" The little guy yawned, lying on his father's shoulder and closing his eyes.

"Xinglang, there are still many things to be busy with in Yulong City. I'll ask Fourteen to bring Chongchong back!" Sensing her husband's sadness, Xueluo asked softly and considerately.

"No need! Chongchong finally clings to me as his biological father... I'm quite flattered!"

Feng Xinglang turned his head and kissed his youngest son's warm little face, "Let him follow me tonight!"

"Sigh... I never noticed that this kid Chongchong would be so jealous!"

Xueluo felt that the reason why her younger son was so clingy to her husband was entirely because of Yan Wuyang's appearance. Have a sense of crisis and fear of loss? At least that's how the little guy behaves!

"Xueluo, you and Wanwan should go to bed early!"

Feng Xinglang hung up the phone without saying anything more to his wife. His heart had been disturbed by Bai Mo's hoarse crying.

Thinking of the past, Feng Xinglang's eyes became moist again.

"Dad, are you crying?" The little guy raised his head from his father's shoulder.

"No... Chongchong, go to sleep! My father will hold you to sleep!" Feng Xinglang's voice was hoarse.

Feng Chongchong was about to fall asleep, but was awakened by Bai Mo's hissing cry. He just lay on his father's shoulder and watched Bai Mo cry.

"Dad, why is he crying?" the little guy murmured.

"Because... I'm sad!" Feng Xinglang's heart ached.

"Is your biological father also sad?" the little guy asked again sleepily.

"Yes... my father is also sad!" Feng Xinglang said hoarsely.

"Do you want to cry, then?"

"No need! My biological father will turn grief into strength!"

Feng Xinglang didn't want to look at Yan Bang in the photo, so he focused on Yan Wuyang, who was watching silently.

Perhaps when he and Nina conspired to create him, it seemed to have foreshadowed Yan Bang's untimely death.

What kind of cause and what kind of effect... Feng Xinglang didn't want to find out too clearly! Perhaps the only thing he can do for Yan Bang is to preserve his only bloodline - Yan Wuyang! Feng Xinglang spent the next two days busy in Yulong City. The youngest son, Feng Chongchong, stayed with him for two days. Whether it was Yan Bang's funeral or burial, the little one was always in his arms. He also comforted his father from time to time.

Heartwarming dear.

Three days later, everything seemed to be back on track.

Feng Xinglang took Yan Wuyang back to the Feng family from Yulong City. The children Feng Chongchong who was traveling with him did not show much rejection. He just sticks to his biological father and completes the tasks assigned to him by Big Chongchong every day with quality and quantity.

For Feng Xinglang, who dotes on his son very much, if his youngest son is willing to cling to him, he is willing to pamper him!

"Chongchong, please hug me, brother! You can't always cling to your biological father like this!"

Feng Linnuo opened his arms and wanted to hug his younger brother, who had been clinging to his father's arms, but the little guy pushed his hand away in disgust.

Feng Linnuo welcomed and sympathized with Yan Wuyan, who had lost his parents and was young and honest.

"Don't worry about bugs!"

The little guy turned his head away from his nosy brother. Because the little guy feels that the task assigned to him by Big Chongchong is the biggest. No one can stop him!

"Forget it Nono, my brother is still young, so just hold him as your biological father does!"

This is Feng Xinglang's doting.

His childhood was unfortunate, so he doted on his own children. Sometimes it is even more unprincipled doting.

Feng Xinglang rested at Feng's house all day, and his youngest son also stayed with him all day. When he slept, his younger son slept with him; when he ate, his younger son also ate with him.

It seemed that Feng Xinglang just realized that the little guy was not only clinging to him, but also 'supervising' him!

"Chongchong, don't you miss your dear big Chongchong and cute little An'an?"

Feng Xinglang, who hadn't had much rest for three days, woke up naturally after falling asleep. Although he woke up naturally, he was haunted by nightmares for most of the night.

It's been a long time since he had such a nightmare of raging fire! Maybe it was because I had so many memories in the past two days that I dreamed about it.

Is it to pay homage to Yan Bang? should be!

The father's question made the little boy Chongchong feel melancholy: He really misses Chongchong and little An'an!

But Da Chongchong had confessed that he had to take care of his biological father for half a month. An hour of hugs and a hundred kisses every day. These three days, the little guy has done well.

I wanted to think about it, but the little guy also knew: If he couldn't complete the task, Big Chongchong would be disappointed with him. The little guy doesn't want to disappoint Big Chongchong!

"Little insect loves his father!"

The little guy hugged his biological father, Feng Xinglang, on the cheek and kissed him several times. I almost kissed my biological father Feng Xinglang to the point where he doubted his life! After overcoming the sadness of the past few days, Feng Xinglang, whose IQ was above the line, always felt that the reason why his youngest son was so clinging to him was not just because of Yan Wuyan's jealousy. Because the little guy didn’t show any rejection for the strict care he received every day;

It’s just to stick to him!

"Little Chong only loves his biological father, but doesn't love Big Chongchong and little An'an? Then his biological father will be extremely happy!"

Feng Xinglang started playing scheming with his youngest son.

"Little Chongchong also loves Big Chongchong and little An'an!" When he said this, a trace of sadness flashed in the little guy's eyes.

It seemed that Feng Xinglang understood something.

…

After taking care of himself carefully, Feng Xinglang did not go to the company, but rushed to Repulse Bay.

He took the initiative to come to Hetun to negotiate - regarding the custody of Yan Wuhuang!

Feng Xinglang knew clearly: he could not keep Yan Wushu by his side twenty-four hours a day. It's impossible to hide Yan Wuxiang in the Feng family all the time and not let him go out!

It was too easy for Hetun to kill Yan Wuhuang! As long as the little guy leaves the Feng family, or on that dark and windy night, when he is not in the Feng family, Hetun may send a few adopted sons to take care of Xiao Wuhuang!

Therefore, Feng Xinglang turned from passive to active and came to negotiate with Hetun himself.

Feng Xinglang's concerns were exactly what Hetun thought. He had been planning how to kill Yan Wuyan so as not to draw too much attention to his son and his family. In other words, he was always looking for an opportunity to attack Yan Wuyan.

But he didn't expect that his son Feng Xinglang would come to the door!

Presuming that his son's trip was to question him, Hetun listened to Xing Twelve's arrangements and decided to avoid his son Feng Xinglang's attack for the time being. After getting rid of Yan Wuchang's future trouble, he could have a good talk with his son. Talk!

Feng Xinglang, who couldn't see Hetun, called Xing Twelve aside.

When facing the calm Prince Xing, Xing Twelve decided to pretend to be innocent. No matter how Prince Xing pressed him about what was going to happen next, he said he didn't know. Even if he kills him and refuses to admit it, Prince Xing must not be able to do anything to him!

"Twelve, what have you been busy with recently?" Feng Xinglang asked quietly.

"Be busy taking care of my adoptive father!"

Xing Twelve began to talk nonsense with Feng Xinglang, "Prince Xing, I'm not telling you: in fact, what my foster father needs most is the care of your biological son!"

Feng Xinglang smiled lightly, "You also know that I am Hetun's biological son?!"

This smile made Xing Twelve feel a little chilly.

"I heard... Teacher Wen is pregnant! I guess the child in her belly... should be your Xing Twelve, right?" Feng Xinglang snorted and laughed again, "You haven't married yet, so let's do it It’s so inhumane to have someone’s belly grow bigger!”