Chapter 2242 Secretly Giving Birth to a Baby 17

Feng Linnuo, who was hurt by his biological father, immediately shut up and concentrated on driving.

Perhaps because he cherished such a rare time, the off-road vehicle drove extraordinarily smoothly.

"I only want An An, and I don't want An An's dowry." Feng Xiaochong expressed his attitude.

"I don't want to marry you! Annoying!"

Before Feng Xiaochong finished speaking, he was slapped in the face by Cong Anan.

"An'an, what do you think of me?"

Feng Linnuo asked confidently. If he wanted to be the son-in-law of Big Caterpillar, he would be happy to wait for Cong Anan to grow up.

"not so good!"

Cong Anan felt a little angry.

She had just been reflecting on the meaning of her father's words, 'You are being taken advantage of without even realizing it'.

I think I must have been taken advantage of by this big Nono. He pestered his father by sending him home.

Cong An'an realized again: This little bug's family are all annoying ghosts! The little bug's father is like this, and so are the three little bugs he gave birth to! Including that Feng Linwan who always wanted to please him!

There is one thing that Cong Anan is very puzzled about: Why are little bugs called little bugs? And her daddy’s name is Da Chong Chong? Shouldn't she be called Xiao Chong?

Fortunately, there is a little bug called Xiao Chong, otherwise she would be called Xiao Chong... She really doesn't like this name!

"Hey, Da Nuonuo is so sad!" Feng Linnuo teased the angry Cong An'an.

"Da Nuonuo, drive your car well! Otherwise, your father will hurt you again! Your skin is itchy, isn't it?"

Feng Xiaochong couldn't see that Da Nuonuo was always teasing his An An, so he hummed in a fake tone.

"Hahaha... I'm pretty much like my biological father in learning!"

Feng Xinglang's loving hand came over and stroked his youngest son's head.

Cong Gang was silent, just listening to the noise of the three little ones and the big one.

The streetlight suddenly flashed across someone's face, and the years were extraordinarily peaceful.

In a daze, he was already in his forties.

The off-road vehicle drove smoothly into the living area of ​​Yulong City.

I thought the two children would be sleepy, but until the off-road vehicle stopped in Yulong City, both children were in high spirits.

Waiting in the living area is Xing Shiwu.

Xing Shishi, who is two years older than Feng Linnuo, is already a handsome young man. The thin figure looks refined and fairy-like.

"Father."

Seeing Feng Xinglang in the co-pilot, he immediately stepped forward to greet him.

"Long time no see...your boy is handsome again!"

Feng Xinglang got out of the car, looked at Xing Shishi with relief, and then hugged him.

Xing hugged Feng Xinglang for fifteen times, trembling slightly with excitement, "Thank you, adoptive father."

Xing Shishi wanted to call Feng Xinglang 'father', but for some reasons, he could only call Feng Xinglang 'adopted father'.

After seeing Cong Gang getting out of the back seat, he immediately pushed away from Feng Xinglang's arms.

"Mr. Songtai, Salman Khan is already waiting for you in the special private room." Xing Shishi stepped forward and said respectfully.

"Thank you."

Cong Gang responded calmly and walked towards the business area on the southeast side.

Seeing Xing Shishi following him, he stamped his feet and ordered: "You don't have to follow, take good care of your foster father and foster brother!"

"Okay, Mr. Songtai." Xing Shishi responded respectfully.

Watching Cong Gang leave, Feng Xinglang's eyes darkened slightly, and he asked Xing Shishi beside him in a quiet voice:

"Since when did you take orders from him?"

"Mr. Songtai is a good friend of your adoptive father, so of course he will be treated like a VIP!" Xing Shishi deserved to be wise.

Feng Xinglang glanced sideways at Xing Shishi, "Okay, let me stop playing with these frivolous things! By the way, how is Yan Wuyang doing lately?"

Since the death of Yan Bang and his wife, Feng Xinglang would often come to Yulong City to visit Yan Wuyang. It’s just that there have been fewer in recent years. After all, he still has three children to accompany and support, and his energy is limited.

Perhaps there is another more important reason: the longer Yan Wuyang grows, the more he resembles the dead Yan Bang!

"My studies are good. Shao Yuanjun takes care of my daily life."

It has been several years since Xing Shishi and Yan Wuxiang lived in Yulong City.

To put it mildly, it is to accompany Yan Wuyan's growth; to put it worst, it is also to monitor Yan Wuyan's growth.

As he grows older, Yan Wuyang will hear more or less rumors. He always thought that Xing Shiwu was from Hetun. And Hetun was the one who killed his parents.

Another thing is: Xing Shishi is Feng Xinglang’s godson just like him!

"Nono, please take Chongchong and An An to see Wu Hao first."

Feng Xinglang wanted to go to the business area to see the Indian named Khan whom Cong Gang had met.

"Daddy little bug, An An wants to be with you."

Cong Anan obediently came forward and took Feng Xinglang's hand. She could sense that Feng Xinglang should go find his father.

"An'an, let me accompany you to find Big Chongchong." Feng Chongchong also took a step forward.

"You stay here!" Cong An'an said angrily, "Or I'll beat you up!"

"Okay, I'd better go with you to see Yan Wuyang!"

Feng Xinglang gave up his plan to go to the business area to find Cong Gang. It's been a long time since he saw Yan Wuyan, and he really missed that kid a little bit.

"It's all your fault!"

Cong Anan glared at Feng Xiaochong angrily, and reluctantly followed Feng Xinglang's pace.

As soon as he arrived at the elevator door, a strong and muscular figure rushed out of the elevator.

"Godfather!"

Fifteen-year-old Yan Wuyan is already a strong young man of almost 1.8 meters.

It is a good continuation of Yan Bang's strong physique, tall and powerful.

Compared with him, Feng Chongchong, who is two years younger than him, is like a little P child who has not yet begun to develop.

Feng Xinglang firmly hugged Yan Wushu's strong body, and he had the illusion of hugging Yan Bang.

"Godfather, why don't you always come to see me?"

Yan Wuyang, who was only fifteen years old, had some complaints. After all, he was just a child.

"Isn't this what happened? I even brought your brother and younger siblings here to see you!"

Feng Xinglang is wise. What he said was very beautiful.

"Daddy, I miss you so much!"

Yan Wuyang buried his head in Feng Xinglang's shoulder, his voice a little hoarse.

"My godfather also wants to be fine!"

Feng Xinglang patted Yan Wushuang's shoulder, "You are already a young man, why are you still clingy?"

"Godfather, let Wu Yao hold you for a little longer! I don't know how long it will take when godfather comes back to see me next time!"

Yan Wuyang tightened his arms and hugged Feng Xinglang tighter.

Feng Linnuo frowned: while he was thinking about the big caterpillar, his own father was also thinking about someone else's child? And it’s more direct and sharper!

You simply treat his biological son as a transparent person! He will be jealous too, okay? !

"Okay, Yan Wuyan! If you want to hug my biological father, you can, one million per second, please get the money first!"

Feng Linnuo wanted to pull Yan Wuyang away, but he underestimated Yan Wuyang's brute strength. Even though they pulled him and his biological father Feng Xinglang together, they couldn't break away from Yan Wuyan's tight embrace.

It wasn't until Xing Shiwu took action that Yan Wuyang was pulled away from Feng Xinglang's arms.

"Yan Wuyang, what kind of feed are you eating? He's as strong as a calf!"

Feng Linnuo punched Yan Wuyang in the chest, but Yan Wuyang could not move at all.

Yan Wuyang had no time to talk to the provocative Feng Linnuo, but kept staring at his godfather Feng Xinglang, "Godfather, have you had dinner? Can I ask the cook to make you some of your favorite midnight snacks?"

"okay."

Feng Xinglang and Wen's voice should be good. It can be regarded as fulfilling Yan Wuyan's filial piety.

"Then you go to the lounge and rest first, and I'll ask the cook to do it now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Wuyang ran out of the living area.

The lounge where Xing Shishi brought Feng Xinglang and others was, to be precise, a family-style suite. The Chinese-style decoration style is full of retro atmosphere with ancient charm.

There is almost no trace of the past left.

Perhaps the only trace left by Yan Bang is Yan Wuyan who looks exactly like him!

Thinking about it now, it was God's will that he and Nina created Yan Wushuang together.

"Father, have you been hurt by the scene?" Xing Shishi delivered a cup of appetizing tea to Feng Xinglang.

"What's the hurt?"

Feng Xinglang glanced at Xing Shishi, "The decoration is good! As I get older, I like this Chinese style more and more!"

Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the familiar slippers that his youngest son brought for Cong Anan from the entrance.

He asked Xing Shishi in a quiet voice, "Mr. Songtai comes here often?"

"Mr. Songtai occasionally brings Chongchong and An An to practice." Xing Shiwu answered truthfully.

"Practice? What practice?"

Feng Xinglang raised his eyebrows, "What's the point of having two children come to such a place with so much entertainment and entertainment?"

He thought it was some practice inappropriate for children!

"It's similar to a tracking and catching game! Just show them a photo and then ask them to look for this person in the business area!" Xing Shishi explained.

"..." Feng Xinglang's lips twitched slightly: Perhaps only a freak like Cong Gang would train a child whose hair has not yet fully grown to play such an almost perverted game!

"You should pay more attention to the safety of the two children!"

Feng Xinglang warned. He did not make any comments on Cong Gang's behavior.

"Don't worry, foster father, this is for sure." Xing Shishi smiled.

Feng Xinglang didn't answer, but slowly lifted one of Xing Shishi's hands. There is nothing unusual about that hand at first glance, but if you pinch it lightly, you will find that part of the middle finger is artificial.

That was cut off by Hetun on the cruise ship in Ceresto.

The little guy was only eight or nine years old at that time, but Hetun regarded him as a substitute for his grandson. Fortunately, Xing Shishi's life was saved, but there was another child...

Feng Xinglang held Xing Shishi's hand in his palm and touched it gently.

"Hey, your severed finger looks just like a real one!" Feng Linnuo reached out and pinched it.

But his father Feng Xinglang opened it, "You brat, if it hadn't been for him, you would have had your fingers cut off!"

"Same people have different fates! There's nothing we can do about it!"

Although Feng Linnuo and the two fake Xing Shishi had experienced that bloody battle together, under the halo of Hetun's own grandson, he had already forgotten it!

"Does it still hurt?" Feng Xinglang asked lovingly.

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

Xing Shishi smiled handsomely. He withdrew his hand from Feng Xinglang's palm, not wanting to make him too sad.

"Father, please close your eyes and rest for a while. I'll call you when the supper is ready!"

"okay."

Xing Shituo supported Feng Xinglang's upper body and slowly lay on the sofa, covering him with a thin blanket. Being needed, being cared for...that feeling is subtle and tender.