Chapter 2369 I only Treat You as Your Uncle

Jiang Jiu was not fragile, she just wanted to show her weakness to her mother to plead for mercy for Feng Linnuo.

It's a pity that my mother is still so hard-hearted.

"Nicole, if you let Feng Linnuo go...that means you and your daughter are going to suffer!"

After her mother Aria sighed meaningfully, she stood up and left accurately.

"Mother, do you want me to make the same mistake you did?" Jiang Jiu asked calmly.

"Only when you are in my situation can you feel my pain!"

Aria smiled faintly, "By the way, remember to spray more perfume! Don't let John smell the milky smell on you! But no man would like to raise another man's child!"

After her mother left, Jiang Jiu was silent in the bedroom for a long time.

She suddenly thought of Feng Linnuo's mother: a mother with loving eyes.

Thinking of Feng Linnuo’s mother’s earnest words when she and her son were separated:

[Child...child! You can't leave! No matter how close I am to my grandma, I can’t kiss you, my biological mother! 】

[Child, if you have any difficulties, just tell me, my mother-in-law... Feng Linnuo's father, Feng Linnuo's grandfather, they will help you! 】

To be honest, even if you can't help yourself, it is enough to warm a person's heart!

It would be false to say that Jiang Jiu had no hope for Feng Linnuo.

She also hopes that a prince charming will appear in her life who can save herself and her daughter.

She misses her daughter and son all the time, and she really wants the twins to come back to her.

Judging from her mother's tone, Feng Linnuo should have fallen into her hands.

After a moment of silence, Jiang Jiu dialed his eldest brother Finn's phone number again. But the eldest brother's phone has been unanswered.

It wasn't until his second brother Felix came in to urge him that Jiang Jiu walked out of the dormitory sadly.

…

The person who came to pick up Cong Gang and Feng Xinglang at the train station was a strong native German man.

After he muttered a few words in German to Cong Gang, he loaded their suitcases into the trunk of the off-road vehicle.

"Who is he? What did you say to him?"

Feng Xinglang asked casually. Seeing Cong Gang get into the car, he also got in.

With Cong Gang around, Feng Xinglang was almost unwary of strangers. Because he trusted Cong Gang.

"Where are we going?"

Cong Gang didn't answer, but it didn't stop Feng Xinglang from continuing to question him.

"Go to a friend's house to take a shower and eat something first." Cong Gang responded to Feng Xinglang.

"Your friend? What friend? It can't be your girlfriend, right?"

Feng Xinglang's question was too much to say.

Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang indifferently, "I went to someone else's house, please keep a low profile! If you want to be an uncle, you can do it again when you return to Shanghai!"

Feng Xinglang pursed his thin lips and said, "I only treat you as your uncle!"

"..." Cong Gang curled his lips slightly and did not answer.

The strong German man led Cong Gang and Feng Xinglang into a row of castles that combined Baroque gardens and Rococo palaces. French architectural style, it feels quite luxurious and dreamy.

The owner of the castle is probably not at home. A man who looked like a butler led them directly to the bedroom.

The housekeeper was always respectful to Cong Gang, but he just smiled and nodded politely to Feng Xinglang.

"This guy should think of you as his boss...what's that look like?"

Feng Xinglang expressed doubts about the butler's vision. In his opinion, it was quite obvious who was the master and who was the servant, between him and Cong Gang.

"He took you in here to take a nap just for my sake!"

Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang indifferently, "After leaving Shen City and leaving your father's wings, you, Feng Xinglang, are nothing!"

Cong Gang is mysophobic. After closing the bedroom door, he unpacked the box to find a change of clothes to bathe and change.

Until Cong Gang finished cleaning himself and walked out of the bathroom, Feng Xinglang was still immersed in Cong Gang's words, 'You, Feng Xinglang, are nothing.'

"You don't want to wash it?" Cong Gang asked with a frown.

Feng Xinglang squinted at Cong Gang and said, "I don't have maggots on my body, why do I need to wash it?"

There was obvious emotion in this tone.

"When are we going to see Bazel?" Feng Xinglang asked tightly.

"Let's wait until the owner of this castle comes back! With your status as the CEO, if no one introduces you, the price will drop!"

After bathing and changing clothes, Cong Gang looked refreshed and resolute.

Abruptly, Feng Xinglang suddenly reached over and lifted Cong Gang's chin, then moved closer to examine it carefully.

"Caterpillar, it's been so many years...why don't you look old?"

Cong Gang really doesn't age: neither in face nor body shape.

"No way, the living conditions are not as good as those of you, President Fengda!"

Cong Gang tapped Feng Xinglang's slightly convex belly like a watermelon, "Your belly full of fat shows off your identity and status!"

"..." After being slapped by Cong Gang, Feng Xinglang took a conditioned breath and retracted his stomach.

To say that Feng Xinglang's figure is maintained like this, for a middle-aged man, it is already pretty good.

But compared to Cong Gang...it's still a little greasy!

The butler brought in light mushroom and vegetable soup and some fruit platter.

Feng Xinglang was hungry. But even if he was hungry, he didn't want to drink that bowl of mushroom and vegetable soup that was clear and watery. I only picked a few mango pieces from the fruit platter and ate them.

"Mr. Butler, is there any meat? Bacon? Sausage or something like that?"

Feng Xinglang spoke in English. A guy who works as a butler in such a tall and elegant castle must understand it.

"This is for Mr. Songtai." After saying this, the housekeeper exited the bedroom.

For Mr. Songtai? What's the meaning? Is this because they didn’t even prepare Feng Xinglang rice for him?

"Stay! I'll get you something to eat!"

Cong Gang got up and walked towards the bedroom door. But Feng Xinglang grabbed his wrist.

"Forget it, I'll just drink some of the vegetable soup you left over!"

Cong Gang looked down at Feng Xinglang's handsome face, which was deliberately pretending to be 'low-key', and lightly raised the corners of his lips.

"If you don't drink for a while...I'll pry your mouth open!"

When Wu Song came in, Feng Xinglang was drinking the leftover vegetable soup that Cong Gang had eaten.

It’s the real kind of drink!

Looking at Feng Xinglang drinking vegetable soup, Wu Song even forgot to say hello to Cong Gang.

Putting down the soup basin, Feng Xinglang met Wu Song's gaze that looked directly at him. Judging from Wu Song's calm and composed appearance, he should be the owner of this castle?

Vaguely, Feng Xinglang felt as if he had seen Wu Song somewhere.

It’s not like… I’ve definitely seen it before!

When Wu Song came in, Cong Gang didn't get up. He still calmly ate the apple chunks in the fruit plate.

"Have we... met?" It was Feng Xinglang who stood up to greet him.

Wu Song originally wanted to hug Mr. Songtai, whom he had not seen for many years;

Maybe he realized that Cong Gang had mysophobia and didn't like any physical contact with others, so he gave up the idea of ​​hugging Cong Gang and hugged Feng Xinglang instead.

I also deliberately used the French veneer ceremony. The purpose is to show Cong Gang.

Feng Xinglang has always been informal. Now he is of course more enthusiastic and courteous when asking for help from others.

"Mr. Feng never forgets things! What a good eye!" Wu Song said lightly.

"What should I call you?" Feng Xinglang asked like a gentleman.

"My surname is Wu, you can just call me Wu Song." Wu Song subconsciously glanced at Cong Gang who was eating fruit.

"Mr. Wusong, has my son Feng Linnuo ever bothered you?" Feng Xinglang asked directly.

Because Cong Gang had mentioned to him that someone had been sent to pick up his eldest son Feng Linnuo in Munich.

"Excuse me... Young Master Ling is handsome and charming... he has his own ideas!"

Wu Song's praise like this probably took a lot of brain cells.

The sentence "has his own thoughts" is what I'm afraid he wants to express: how undisciplined and wanton the son of your CEO is.

"Mr. Wusong, you are causing trouble!"

Of course Feng Xinglang understood Wu Song's words, "May I ask Feng Linnuo where he is now?"

Before answering, Wu Song glanced at Cong Gang again; Cong Gang ate the other fruits in the fruit plate, leaving only one of them - mango!

Seeing that Cong Gang's silence was golden, Wu Song responded calmly: "Last night, there was a dinner party at Melton Castle... The young master missed his girlfriend so much that he asked me to take him into Melton Castle!"

"What? Feng Linnuo went to Melton Castle?"

Feng Xinglang asked in shock, "What about others? Are they still in the castle now?"

"After Mr. Ling saw his girlfriend, he couldn't walk... and I was helpless!" Wu Song said softly.

"In other words, Feng Linnuo is alone in Merton Castle?" Feng Xinglang instantly became nervous.

"I think his girlfriend will take good care of him! After all, Mr. Ling is also the father of her child! As the saying goes: One day for a couple, one hundred days for a couple!"

Wu Song kept looking at Cong Gang. Seeing that Cong Gang hadn't given him any instructions, he just said whatever he wanted.

"Bug, we have to find a way to get into Melton Castle...the sooner the better!"

Feng Xinglang turned around and urged Cong Gang urgently.

Bug...bug?

"Ahem..." Wu Song couldn't help coughing twice.

To be honest, Feng Xinglang's "worm" sound made his skin crawl.

But it didn't feel stiff at all, it was like a call between close friends.

"Why are you so anxious... Maybe your son doesn't want to be bothered by you, his biological father!" Cong Gang put the fruit plate with only mangoes back on the table.

"That kid Nono is acting recklessly. I'm worried that he will offend the Merton family."

The son I gave birth to has a somewhat understanding temperament.

"I wonder what Mr. Wu Song has planned?" Cong Gang asked Wu Song.

Perhaps because he knew he couldn't defeat Feng Xinglang, he wanted Wu Song to arrange the next matters. Presumably Feng Xinglang had to accept it even if he didn't accept it.

"..." Are you making arrangements for yourself? Wu Song is not the kind of person who tries to outdo his master.

"In the evening, the head of the Merton family, Bazel, is having a dinner party. It seems to be a banquet for people from the Morgan Consortium."

Wu Song said calmly, "If you two want to go there, I can introduce you to you!"

"Then it's up to you, Mr. Lao Wusong!" Feng Xinglang said gratefully.

"No thanks. You two can rest for now. I'll treat you two when the time comes!" Wu Song glanced at the fruit plate that Cong Gang had eaten and said, "Mr. Songtai doesn't like mangoes... I was negligent!"