Chapter 2222 Feng Linnuo 9: Slavery

"Give me a new life of you and Chongchong, that's what I want most!"

Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes and looked at Cong Anan, who was thoughtful, "It's also the only thing I want!"

Cong Anan glanced at his father, who had always been silent, and then glanced sideways at Feng Xiaochong, whose eyes were full of hers; he flattened his mouth and did not answer.

When it comes to scheming, Cong Anan, who is only eleven years old, is no match for the scheming and cunning Feng Xinglang.

Seeing that his father was just silent again, Cong Anan seemed to really believe that his father owed his life to the little insect!

But this method of repayment... she felt a little weird. And it is not acceptable for the time being.

Subtly, Cong An'an seemed to have made up his mind: he must save the little bug's father's life for his father! That way daddy won't have to be bullied by the little bug daddy all the time!

"Daddy, sister Wanwan must be thinking about daddy very much at home..."

Feng Chongchong once again used a tried and tested trick. As long as he mentions sister Wan Wan, his father Feng Xinglang will burst out with infinite fatherly love.

But there seems to be something different about Daddy tonight.

"Tonight, Daddy belongs only to my dear little son!"

Feng Xinglang reached over and sat his youngest son on his lap, "My dear son, why don't you grow taller?"

Caressing his youngest son's head, Feng Xinglang glared at Cong Gang again, "Cat, are you abusing my son every day? Look at how you raised my son to be thin and weak!"

"Don't worry about me... you can take it back and raise it yourself!" Cong Gang responded calmly.

"Well! You should take the little bug home quickly! If he stays at my house, he will only be beaten by me every day!"

Cong Anan immediately took over his father's words, further piercing Feng Xinglang's heart full of fatherly love.

"Chongchong, what did you do? You can't even handle a little girl?"

Feng Xinglang gently stroked his youngest son's head, "Forcible twisting, wall banging, and hard bowing...Didn't daddy teach you these three parts earlier?"

"..." Cong Gang on the side was really speechless. A ruffian father was teaching his gangster experience to his son in front of him? You really treat him as a transparent person!

"He doesn't dare! Because I will beat him to pieces!" Cong Anan raised his eyebrows and hummed.

"Look at what this girl like you can do..."

If hard work is fine, then let's be sensational. Feng Xinglang suppressed his anger and said with a snort: "My Chong Chong loves you so much! He just can't bear to hurt you... Don't live up to his deep love for you!" "

"I don't care about his affection! You'd better take him home quickly!" Cong Anan snorted.

"Cong An'an, even your daddy has to listen to me...have you gone too far?"

Feng Xinglang threatened in a gentle voice, "You have to understand one thing: the more rude you are to me... the greater the pain your dad will suffer! Your dad's life is still in my hands. It’s being dragged!”

"My daddy is not afraid of you! You can't beat my daddy!" Cong Anan muttered.

"Then you ask your dad to hit me..."

Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes and looked at Cong Gang, "He doesn't dare...and is reluctant to let go!"

"Okay Feng Xinglang, if you keep talking, it won't be good if you get slapped in the face!"

Cong Gang had already given him enough face to Feng Xinglang. But he didn't expect that Feng Xinglang would go even further with all his strength.

"Then you want to try slapping me?" Feng Xinglang raised his eyebrows.

"..." Cong Gang's lips curled up slightly: Are you sure?

"...Chongchong, we have a lot of masters, so we are not as experienced as the father and daughter!"

After eating and drinking, Feng Xinglang found a step for himself, "Let's go, let's sleep and gain weight!"

Watching Feng Xinglang and his son leave, Cong An'an pouted: "Daddy, do you really owe your life to little insect daddy?"

"Yeah." Cong Gang snorted lightly.

"We...can we not pay him back? He can't beat us anyway!" Cong Anan leaned over.

"That's a matter between Daddy and them! It has nothing to do with you!" Cong Gang remained calm.

"Daddy, we can give him a lot of money!"

"He shouldn't be short of money." Cong Gang raised his eyes.

"Then he...then he only wants his life?"

"Roughly the same."

"But he said... He said that he could pay him back with a child..." Cong Anan thought thoughtfully, "But I don't want to have children with a little insect!"

Cong Gang glanced sideways, looked at his daughter quietly, paused for a few seconds before asking: "Why don't you want to?"

"Because I don't like him!" Cong Anan answered directly.

After another period of silence, Cong Gang responded: "Well, Daddy knows."

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Feng Xiaochong's room continues the restrained and simple style of the villa very well. There is hardly a spare piece of furniture. The color is also gray and gloomy, without any liveliness and vigor that a little boy should have.

"Daddy, Da Chongchong owes you his life...can you pay it back without him?"

The reason why Feng Xiaochong obediently went back to the room with his biological father was to intercede for Cong Gang.

"You brat, are you turning your elbows away?!"

Feng Xinglang kissed his youngest son's head, "Don't you like Cong An'an? Your mission now is to take her down!"

"But I don't want to do anything to make An An unhappy!" The little guy answered seriously.

"Feng Chongchong, how come you haven't inherited any of your father's high emotional intelligence?"

Feng Xinglang was a little angry and said, "Do you know why Caterpillar keeps you by his side? Isn't it because he has taken a fancy to you, his adopted son-in-law!"

"What does it mean to be a son-in-law?" the little guy asked in confusion.

"It's just that Caterpillar has decided that you are his son-in-law! That is, the husband of his daughter Cong An'an!"

Although Feng Xiaochong's physical development was late, Feng Xinglang felt that his thirteen-year-old son should be able to receive such emotional science education.

The little guy pursed his smiling lips shyly, "Will the big caterpillar really let me marry An An as my wife?"

"Feng Chongchong, are you doubting?! This kind of thinking of 'building up other people's ambitions and destroying one's own prestige' must never be allowed!"

Feng Xinglang brainwashed his younger son: "You have to decide that Cong An'an is your future wife! She is yours! She can only be yours! That's fine!"

"But... But An An doesn't seem to like me a bit." The little guy sighed melancholy.

"That girl is just like her biological father, she likes to play hard-to-get games!"

Feng Xinglang held up his youngest son's drooping head and asked in a guiding tone: "Chongchong, can you safely leave An An to other boys to take care of her for the rest of her life?"

"Don't worry! I will always stay by An An's side!" The little guy answered firmly.

Feng Xinglang nodded with satisfaction, "That's enough! My dear son, you have to believe that no other boy can shake the relationship between you and Cong An'an, your childhood sweetheart! If you want to pick Cong An'an, a rose with thorns, it's better to do it sooner rather than later. !”

As if suddenly enlightened and enlightened, Feng Chongchong nodded vigorously.

"By the way, Daddy, don't bully Big Chongchong anymore... I'm worried that he will really beat you when he's angry! Little Chongchong won't be able to help you by then!" the little guy worried.

"Don't worry! Even if I borrow ten of his courage, he won't dare!" Feng Xinglang raised his eyebrows and hummed: "Because his servility has penetrated deep into his bones!"