Chapter 644 There Is a Real Father Who Will Make Sure Your Mother Loves Me!

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"What? What did your mother say?"

Feng Xinglang's strong sword eyebrows rose in dissatisfaction.

"I kissed Mommy and said: She already-does-love-you-!"

In order to express a strong emphasis, the little guy repeated it word by word in the ear of his father, Feng Xinglang, in the way of roaring.

Afterwards, the little guy added sympathetically: "Feng Xinglang, you are going to die!"

"Cut...cut!"

Feng Xinglang said disapprovingly and coldly, "Your mommy is playing hard to get, understand?"

"I don't understand!" The little guy said bluntly, "Anyway, if Mommy doesn't love you, I can't love you either!"

"Don't worry, as soon as my dear father recovers, I will go out immediately; I will treat your mommy into obedience. I can't stop saying that she loves me under me over and over again!"

In Feng Xinglang's view, when a woman says 'I don't love him', it's a hypocritical expression of playing hard to get.

How could Feng Xinglang not see how much that idiot woman had paid for him. Of course he also knew that the woman had been wronged, so it was over after coaxing her.

"Just brag!"

Although I feel that my bastard father is bragging, but the little guy still loves to listen. I think my father is very attractive.

"As soon as my own father comes out, I guarantee that your mommy will love me so much!"

Feng Xinglang still looked wicked. For Lin Xueluo, he was bound to win.

"I hope so!"

Of course, the little guy also hopes that mommy can fall in love with the bastard daddy again. Then he can have a real father and a real mother together.

What a wonderful thing! It's the complete home the little one has always wanted.

The father and son rolled together and were intimate; the little guy enjoyed his father Feng Xinglang's paternal love unscrupulously for the first time: he could ruffle his hair into a bird's nest shape; he could make rows of teeth marks on his cheeks.

"Nuo Nuo, your own father is still suffering from internal injuries!"

After holding back for more than half an hour, Cong just said softly, "If you torture him like this, although he won't die, he will be in pain. It will also prolong your father's recovery time!"

Hearing what Cong Gang said, the little guy immediately obediently climbed off his father Feng Xinglang.

"Cong Gang, what are you doing? I don't care if I live or die? Are you jealous that I have a son who loves me?"

Feng Xinglang became arrogant, it was really not something ordinary people could bear.

And Cong Gang happened to be no ordinary person, so he could bear it.

"Yes! I'm jealous! I'm so jealous that I want to throw you into Fort Peter and let Hetun make mummies!"

Cong Gang's words were even more embarrassing.

With Feng Xinglang's violent temper...

However, this time Feng Xinglang did not get violent, but stared deeply at Cong Gang's neither salty nor mild face.

It took a long time to say in a low voice, "Cong Gang, you are enough!"

"What would you like to eat tonight?"

Cong Gang immediately changed the subject. Because he read the mournful meaning deep in Feng Xinglang's eyes. That's an untouchable pain point.

With a hook of his long arm, Feng Xinglang once again put his son Nuonuo in his arms who was staring at their confrontation in a daze.

"Tell my dad: what does my son want to eat tonight?"

The little guy turned his mouth slightly, and turned back to look at Cong Gang in a daze. It seemed that he was horrified by Cong Ganggang's words: Let the foster father make the mummy? What means? Is foster father going to embarrass bastard father again?

"Nonuo, you don't need to be afraid of him! He's just a paper tiger!"

Feng Xinglang thought that his son's silence was because he was afraid of the fierce Cong Gang.

"Cong Gang, come here and let my son pull his ears!"

In order to reassure his son, Feng Xinglang actually made such a nonsensical request to Cong Gang.

Cong Gang silently glanced at their father and son, then turned and went to the kitchen.

"See: A man who can only wash and cook is the most cowardly! So, you don't have to be afraid of him at all."

In Feng Xinglang's view, belittling Cong Gang was just to make Cong Gang look more friendly.

The little guy was silent for a while, and then asked with a serious face: "Feng Xinglang, will my adoptive father still make you into a mummy?"

Mummy, a word that sounds scary.

Feng Xinglang's expression also condensed down together, he gently stroked his son's little face, and said softly:

"Don't worry, my dear father won't give anyone another chance to hurt our family of three!"

The little guy nodded slightly and glanced towards the kitchen.

"Feng Xinglang, can you be nicer to that Uncle Cong Gang?"

"Why?" Feng Xinglang asked with great interest.

"Because I think he is very powerful! He can defeat foster father to protect you!" The little guy expressed his thoughts.

Feng Xinglang was startled at first, then smiled warmly, "You're only a little old, yet you know how to buy people's hearts?!"

In this regard, Feng Xinglang really followed him!

"But you're just talking: why do you think Cong Gang can defeat your adoptive father?"

Although he thought it was just his son's childish words, Feng Xinglang was really interested.

In Shencheng, on Yanbang's territory, none of his people can besiege Hetun, and Cong Gang can defeat Hetun?

Add another Wei Kang?

Perhaps, there are many other Wei Kangs... It's just that he, Feng Xinglang, doesn't know about it?

Feng Xinglang's eyes turned cold, and he felt more and more that this Cong Gang was not as simple as he imagined.

Do you think Cong Gang is innocent?

Could it be that he, Feng Xinglang, would also be mistaken?

"I think I've seen him in the little dark room..." The little guy fell into deep thought.

"Little black room? When? Was he also locked up by your adoptive father?" Feng Xinglang asked tightly.

The little guy shook his head, "It was when you were locked in the little black room by your adoptive father."

"In Peter's Castle?"

"No. It's in the little black room by the sea... But I'm not sure if the person I saw was him."

The little guy decided not to think about this nerve-wracking thing.

But Feng Xinglang was really taken aback: Cong Gang actually went to the villa in Repulse Bay? And even went into the basement?

Is it so weird? Why didn't he feel it?

A plate of exquisite Italian-style black pepper beef tenderloin stew was served in front of Lin Nuo, and the little guy immediately salivated.

"Where's Feng Xinglang? Doesn't he have one?"

After the little guy took a mouthful of the extremely delicious stewed noodles, he realized that there were only two servings of beef tenderloin stewed noodles, and he and Cong Gang shared a plate.

"Your father has an internal injury, and he can't eat such a strong taste!" Cong Gang said softly.

"If you eat it, it will hurt you; but if you don't eat it, you will be sad! You will die! Hurry up and give me the plate in your hand!"

Feng Xinglang, who was lying halfway on the sofa, wanted to get up and grab it, but as soon as he tried hard, the pain in his broken rib made him groan.

The little guy immediately put down the fork to support his father, Feng Xinglang.

Another bowl of medicinal food was delivered to the coffee table next to the sofa.

"Nonuo, your own father will leave it to you to serve! He can only eat this!"

"If your dear father is really greedy, you can feed him some noodles. Feed more and hurt more, you can decide for yourself."