Chapter 2687 I Really Miss Him a Little168

"Daddy, just tell Xiaochong whether you are sad or not!"

Feng Xiaochong insisted on getting a result.

"Well...it should be sad!"

Feng Xinglang said in a long voice, "After all, I have so many dogs... When it dies, as the owner, I will definitely be sad to lose my beloved dog!"

"Daddy, you have always regarded Da Chong as a dog, right?" Feng Xiao Chong felt a little uncomfortable.

"Not entirely! How should I put it..."

Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes slightly, "Occasionally, I regard him as my best friend! The kind of person you only make once in a lifetime!"

After a slight pause, Feng Xinglang sighed, "Actually, the relationship between me and Big Chongzi is either simple or complex... Maybe he is not a necessity in my father's life... he should be regarded as a luxury! "

"Is mommy necessary?"

Feng Xiaochong asked persistently.

"Mommy is definitely a necessity! You three little bastards, as well as daddy, can't live without mommy!"

Feng Xinglang reached out and pinched his son's cheek gently, "Why do you ask so suddenly?"

"I just...just feel sorry for the big insect!"

Feng Xiaochong flattened his mouth, "Forget it, I won't tell you! Anyway, you can't understand the hard work of Big Chong!"

Feng Xinglang: "..."

Does this child really think of Cong Gang as his biological father? !

"Xiao Chong... Although your name is Xiao Chong, you are your father's true biological son!"

Feng Xinglang wanted to correct his son's perception.

"I know! You are my biological father! But the big insect is my spiritual father!"

The younger son's words really shocked Feng Xinglang.

"And... there is also the talk of a biological father in the spiritual world? Brat, are you bewitched by that caterpillar?"

Feng Xinglang was so angry with his youngest son that his liver ached.

"Okay daddy, don't be sad! Otherwise you will faint again! The big insect is not here, I can't hold you back by myself!"

Feng Xiaochong pushed the cooked beef dumplings in front of his biological father, "Xiao Chong knows that you are my biological father! And he will also be filial to you!"

"You brat, look at your unwillingness..."

Feng Xinglang sighed, "I know Caterpillar is good to you... Actually, my father is quite envious of you sometimes! Since he was a child, that crazy insect has taken him all over the world to travel around the world! I'm so jealous of my dad!"

"The days of being pampered by big insects...are really great!"

Feng Xiaochong's expression instantly brightened.

Looking at his youngest son's sudden bright expression, Feng Xinglang frowned slightly, "It's as if I, the biological father, don't dote on you! Of the three of you brothers and sisters, which one of your biological fathers is not your favorite?"

Feng Xinglang really dotes on his children!

This has a lot to do with his unfortunate childhood.

So he doted on his three children as much as he could! She is almost spoiled to the point of being unprincipled.

"Daddy, actually Big Chong also really wants someone to love him..." Feng Xiaochong sniffed his nose.

"You and Cong An'an don't love him enough?" Feng Xinglang sneered.

"Oh... forget it!"

Feng Xiaochong sighed, "Daddy, I'll go to the underground icehouse to get you mango cake! Big Chong invented it for you!"

"What's Caterpillar's new invention? Mango cake?"

Feng Xinglang frowned and snorted, "Isn't that insect trying to poison me?!"

"..." Feng Xiaochong was really speechless, "The poison won't kill you! Huh! You like it or not! I won't let you take it!"

"Why is this naughty kid angry again?"

Feng Xinglang stood up and said, "Let's do this. My father will go get it with you!"

"No need! You are clumsy, just eat the dumplings!"

Watching his youngest son leave, Feng Xinglang called Cong Gang's cell phone again.

Still no one answered!

"Where did this insect die? Could it be that he was killed by Hetun?"

Feng Xinglang frowned slightly: Cong Gang took An An... it's really possible!

So, Feng Xinglang called Xing Shishi the next second. Among the many adopted sons in Hetun, Xing Shisi was the only one with a strict mouth. That Xing Twelve was spoiled by Hetun and became more and more naughty.

"Fourteen, are you sure that Cong Gang and his daughter left Fort Pett?"

Feng Xinglang lowered his voice and asked, "Did your adoptive father send anyone to hunt down their father and daughter?"

"Probably not! My adoptive father has always adhered to the principle of turning conflicts into friendship, how could he send people to hunt down Songtai and his daughter!"

After Xing Shishi answered truthfully, he asked again, "Did something happen to Songtai and his daughter?"

"Cong Gang and his daughter have not returned to Shencheng! It has been four days...no news!"

Feng Xinglang said quietly, "You can ask Xing Twelve around the corner to see if Hetun has sent anyone to follow him?"

"Okay! I'll go find out right now! I'll report to you as soon as I have any news!"

Feng Xinglang hung up the phone and seemed a little uneasy: Why are you running around? Don’t you know how to report it to him? And he brought his soon-to-be daughter-in-law with him! !

"Daddy, haven't you called Da Chong yet?"

Feng Xiaochong took back a plate of mango cake and a handful of vegetables such as asparagus.

"When Caterpillar left Fort Pett, he didn't tell you where he was going?" Feng Xinglang asked with a snort.

"Big Chong just said that I would stay and take care of you, daddy!"

Feng Xiaochong put the mango cake into the oven and added some coconut paste.

"Do you think it's possible that your grandfather, that old fool, might have silenced you?" Feng Xinglang frowned.

"No! With Heizi here, Da Chong and An An should be safe."

"Heizi? Isn't it the dog that caught the zombies last time?" Feng Xinglang asked curiously.

Feng Xiaochong glanced at his father, "That big caterpillar is not just a caterpillar either!"

Feng Xinglang: "..."

The mango cake with some coconut paste is so refreshing: the skin is slightly crispy and the inside is icy and sweet!

"Is this thing really made of caterpillars?" Feng Xinglang asked after eating another piece.

"Daddy, please eat quickly, I have to wash the dishes later!" Feng Xiaochong urged.

"Daddy, come and wash the dishes!" Feng Xinglang picked up his sleeves.

"No need! I'll just thank God if you don't cause me any trouble!"

Feng Xinglang: "..."

"Why doesn't that big bug hire a nanny?" Feng Xinglang murmured.

"Dachong said that anyone who can't even take care of himself is a waste!" Feng Xiaochong snorted.

"...How can you call it waste? Your father and I earn hundreds of millions every minute, how can we waste time on something as unskilled as washing dishes?"

Different outlooks on life and values ​​produce different modes of thinking!

"That's a waste too!" Feng Xiaochong snorted in disapproval.

"Okay! Daddy won't argue with you!"

Feng Xinglang snorted, "When Cong Gang comes back, I'll let him personally take care of this loser like me!"

I have to let my younger son see for himself how Cong Gang treats this good-for-nothing like an uncle!

An hour later, Feng Xinglang fell asleep soundly in Cong Gang's bedroom.

But Feng Xiaochong kept lying on the window sill, staring out of the dark window for a long time.

He knew that Da Chong and An An would come back... But waiting like this was really hard!

But early the next morning, Cong Gang and his daughter still couldn't wait to return.

Feng Xinglang took his youngest son to the company to earn money for milk powder for his grandchildren.

The second day, the third day, the fourth day...

Feng Xinglang, who still couldn't get through Cong Gang's phone, seemed a little angry!

You want to see people alive, you want to see corpses when you die...

Playing with yourself and disappearing again, right?

"Are An'an and Da Chong no longer want us..."

Feng Xiaochong has been autistic for the fourth day. Apart from making money for milk powder with my dad every day, most of the time I just sit quietly by myself.

Suddenly, Feng Xinglang, who was free, deeply felt a different kind of loneliness.

Loneliness of soul!

When I called my wife, most of the topics she talked about were: Xiao Nuo called her mother today; Xiao Mi knocked over Grandpa Zeng Hetun’s Kung Fu tea set worth millions; my daughter learned shooting in Wan Wan...etc. !

It seems that all the topics revolve around children!

I don't know when my wife and I have lost the world that should belong to them!

My wife only cares about her children! Occasionally, when I ask about my husband’s condition, I always mention it in one sentence!

"Honey, I miss you...when will you come back?"

"Hurry! Once Nono completes all the graduation procedures, we will return to Shanghai together!"

…

Another gloomy day!

"Xiao Chong, let's go to your uncle's house for dinner!"

Feng Xinglang wanted to pick up his autistic younger son, but he didn't know when his younger son had grown so tall that it was hard for him.

The little guy shook his head.

"Then let's go to your Uncle Bai's house to have dinner?" Feng Xinglang asked again.

The little guy still shook his head.

"Then let's go to Yulong City to pack the food first, and then go back to the Bug's Nest to eat?"

Of course Feng Xinglang knew what his youngest son was thinking.

"Daddy, don't you like going to Da Chong's house?" Feng Xiaochong suddenly asked.

"We, father and son, are not homeless...and Big Chongzi and An An are not here..."

Feng Xinglang sighed faintly, "Okay! We are going to the big bug nest tonight! Tomorrow, daddy will ask the secretary to choose nannies... choose a few more! I will also let you feel the treatment of Young Master Feng being served. !”

As soon as the Rolls-Royce turned onto the winding mountain road, Feng Xiaochong suddenly screamed:

"The big bug is back! The lights are on in the villa!"

Feng Xinglang leaned close to the window and looked at it for a while, "You can see it from such a distance? How much do you miss your little friend?"

"Big Chong and An An are finally back... Daddy, Little Chong is so happy!"

Feng Xiaochong cheered in the spacious Rolls-Royce.

Seeing his youngest son's joy coming from the depths of his heart, the corners of Feng Xinglang's lips curled up slightly...

The charm of that caterpillar is so amazing!

It seemed that small ripples of joy were growing deep in Feng Xinglang's heart...

I haven’t seen that bug for more than a week, and I really miss him!

Even if a dog is lost for more than a week, the owner will miss it!

Either break his dog's legs; or tie his dog's neck...