Chapter 2221 Feng Linnuo 8: How Boring!

"You have to go back after eating the noodles anyway!"

Cong Anan snorted, not wanting to see Feng Xinglang coming uninvited.

Faced with a little girl who was constantly resisting him and who was also his future daughter-in-law, Feng Xinglang did not show any dissatisfaction or anger, but kept a gentle smile on his handsome face.

Not angry or powerful, neither humble nor arrogant!

For those he wants to love and protect, Feng Xinglang will use his unique wisdom and humor to resolve them.

This is Feng Xinglang's personal charm!

"An'an, do you think that if your godfather stays here, he will steal your father's limelight? Although you don't admit it, deep down you always feel that I am better than your father? Right?"

While Feng Xinglang was eating noodles with a good appetite, he started talking nonsense with Cong An'an.

"..." Cong Gang slightly raised the corners of his lips, maintaining his silence was golden.

Cong Gang has experienced Feng Xinglang's shamelessness for so many years... Whenever Feng Xinglang suddenly becomes humble, he will be surprised.

"How is that possible? In what way are you better than my dad?"

The young Cong An'an still fell for Feng Xinglang's ideas, and after being provoked, she began to vigorously refute Feng Xinglang's shameless words.

This is exactly what Feng Xinglang expected.

Even if he was refuted by someone chirping in his ears, it was better than going back to sleep alone in a cold bed.

What's more, there is food, drink and fun here in Conggang!

In Feng Xinglang's opinion, he was just 'playing' with Cong Gang and his daughter!

Although this is just his own wishful thinking.

"Let's not talk about the inner wisdom and cultivation... Just talk about my handsome and handsome appearance, which is already ten miles ahead of your own father!"

Feng Xinglang took a sip of the stomach moistening soup handed over by Cong Gang, and then continued his boast.

Cong Anan stared at Feng Xinglang for a while, then pouted and hummed, "But I don't think you are more handsome than my father! My father is the most handsome and coolest man in the world!"

"An'an, are you being unrealistic?! Although I can understand your numb admiration for your daddy, you can't tell lies with your eyes open!"

Although Cong Anan has resisted him for so many years, Feng Xinglang can always resolve such embarrassing situations without losing humor and wisdom.

Whether it's noisy or angry, Feng Xinglang has always been very good at handling it.

Cong Gang listened and watched with a faint smile... His eyes were filled with the quiet tenderness of time.

While his daughter An'an was arguing with Feng Xinglang, Cong Gang added some vegetable salad to Feng Xinglang's hand.

Most of the time, Feng Xinglang doesn't eat, but occasionally he takes one or two bites by mistake... and that's enough.

"It's useless no matter how much you say! Anyway, my dad is the most handsome and coolest!" Cong Anan snorted dissatisfied.

"Okay, okay, let's not fight about my godfather! Your daddy is handsome, your daddy is cool! But that's only in your mind!"

Feng Xinglang added a meaningful remark, "But... the eyes of the masses are sharp!"

"Little insect, do you think my dad is more handsome and cooler, or your bastard dad is uglier and badder?"

Cong Anan grabbed Feng Xiaochong, a melon-eater around him.

On one side was his biological father, on the other was Da Chong Chong and An An, but Feng Xiao Chong was not embarrassed at all and answered almost instantly, "Of course..."

"Little Chong!" Cong Gang stopped and swallowed what Chong Chong said next.

Both Cong Gang and Feng Xinglang actually knew the answer Feng Chongchong would give.

In order not to affect someone's appetite, Cong Gang stopped what Chong Chong was saying. It can be said to be well-intentioned.

"How many bites of noodles did your dad eat in total?"

But he didn't expect Cong Gang to ask this sentence in a leap.

"My dad ate seven bites in total. Three of them only had beef tenderloin, and the other four had beef tenderloin mixed with noodles."

Feng Chongchong has a keen insight that is different from children of the same age. Under certain circumstances, he can multitask.

Even though he was paying attention to An An at the moment, he could use his peripheral vision to pay attention to some things happening around him.

"..." Feng Xinglang was stunned: Does this question make sense? The younger son actually answered so seriously?

"How many times did your dad eat that piece of chicken bone grass?" Cong Gang asked again.

"..." When he heard that he had eaten something, Feng Xinglang almost spit out the beef tenderloin in his mouth.

"Probably...the second bite." Feng Chongchong's answer was not very sure.

"..." What kind of thing was eaten by me in the second bite?

Feng Xinglang was surprised. But not scared.

Because he absolutely trusts Cong Gang and will not poison him to death or maim him!

But what exactly is that grass? Why would this guy feed himself that kind of food?

"Cong Gang, what did you give me to eat?" He paused with the fork in his hand and asked.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you!"

Cong Gang comforted the nervous person in a long voice, to prevent him from flicking his fork and refusing to eat, "It is a kind of thing that clears away heat and promotes dampness, dissipates blood stasis and relieves pain: it is used for stomach pain, rheumatism and bone pain, and pain due to bruises and bruises!"

"Can you stop being so sneaky and nagging? I'm not sick. What kind of medicine do you want me to take?"

Feng Xinglang made a dissatisfied sneer while continuing to eat. He knew that if Cong Gang really wanted to kill him, he would have too many opportunities and tricks. It's completely unnecessary to make a dish of spaghetti with beef tenderloin to poison him.

"Why are you attacking my daddy? If you don't want to eat it, you can go back to your house and make it yourself!"

Cong An'an was dissatisfied with such a little bug father: his own father obviously worked so hard to make pasta for him, but he didn't thank him and even made a lot of noise and curses!

She really feels sorry for her daddy!

"If we, father and son, are really leaving... you and your dad are staring at each other, how boring it is!"

In fact, Feng Xinglang was overthinking: because his youngest son, Feng Chongchong, would never leave with him.

"You don't have to worry about whether Daddy and I have fun! As long as you leave, that's it!" Cong Anan snorted.

Cong Gang lowered his eyelids slightly, seeming to acquiesce to his daughter's eviction order.

But it seems...

It is estimated that no one in this life will understand the deep meaning in those eyes!

"Your dad still owes me his life... How about I send him to Zambia to invest in the cobalt ore market? The isotopes in that thing are radioactive! In a few years, your dad will be deformed by radiation. …”

Feng Xinglang began to half intimidate and half threaten Cong Anan, who had always been repulsive and resistant to her.

"Go ahead! My dad won't go!" Cong Anan reflexively stepped forward and hugged his dad's arm.

"What you said doesn't count! Your dad owes me his life...so he must listen to me!"

Feng Xinglang raised his handsome eyebrows and looked at the nervous and serious Cong Anan with a half-smile.

Cong Anan pursed her small mouth and said seriously and solemnly:

"Then I will give you my life on behalf of my daddy!"

Feng Xinglang was slightly startled: "Silly girl, what do I want to do with your life? I still want to keep you as my daughter-in-law!"

After a moment's pause, Feng Xinglang said meaningfully: "Whenever you and Chongchong have a child... I'll even repay the life your father owes me!"

These words are a bit confusing. The depth of Feng Xinglang's city is something that an eleven-year-old child like Cong An'an can understand!