Chapter 645 You Really Don’t Have the Style of Your Real Father!

After leaving these words of stake to the child Lin Nuo, Cong Gang left with his own plate.

It was perfect for his own son to do the work of feeding his father the medicinal diet.

He, Cong Gang, also found peace. To avoid having an arrogant and unreasonable verbal dispute with Feng Xinglang.

‘If you feed too much, it will hurt. It’s up to you.’ This sentence is indeed a lot of challenges for a 5-year-old child.

The little guy understood: his biological father was injured and could not eat the strong beef tenderloin braised noodles, but could only eat the dark medicinal soup.

The little guy picked up the dark bowl of medicinal food and looked at his father Feng Xinglang, who had a frown on his face, and hesitated.

This Cong Gang is so bad that he oozes pus!

They were only given a plate of beef tenderloin braised noodles and a bowl of painful medicinal food.

Feng Xinglang really wanted to smash the bowl of medicinal soup into Cong Gang's face, and then warn him like a king: I won't eat it!

But at this moment, Feng Xinglang couldn't be cruel.

"Nono, are you hungry? The beef tenderloin braised noodles won't taste good if they're cold. Eat quickly, that bitch Cong Gang's cooking skills are pretty good."

Of course Feng Xinglang would not compete with his own son for a plate of beef tenderloin braised noodles.

But the little guy pursed his lips and said, "Feng Xinglang, can I give you medicine? Mommy said: good medicine tastes bitter and is good for the disease."

Feng Xinglang suddenly felt dizzy: How could Cong Gang, the gun-hungry guy, be so sinister? Let his own son force him to eat such a painful thing?

"Well... Nonuo, actually, my father's illness has almost recovered... This bowl of Chinese medicinal food was prepared by Cong Gang to punish me. If you believe him, we, father and son, will lose! "

It has to be said that Feng Xinglang is superior to Cong Gang in terms of eloquence, IQ and emotional intelligence.

"But I don't think Uncle Cong Gang will lie to others!" The little guy has his own judgment.

"My dear son, don't be deceived by Cong Gang's kind and stupid illusion! He knows people, knows faces, but doesn't know hearts. That's Cong Gang!"

Feng Xinglang didn't want to slander Cong Gang. But he really disliked the dark Chinese medicinal food. The color is ugly and bearable, but the key point is that it is so painful that it makes you sick. Feng Xinglang felt that if he took one bite, he would lose at least one month of his life!

"How about this, you drink a spoonful of medicine and I feed you a noodle, okay?"

The little guy compromised. Suddenly a pair of clear eyes flashed with concern for the health of his biological father, which really made people unable to bear to refuse.

Feng Xinglang pondered for a few seconds and yelled in the direction of the camera, "Cong Gang, you bastard won! Isn't it great?"

With his son's full filial piety, Feng Xinglang quickly finished the bowl of Chinese medicinal food.

You must know that if this thing stays in your mouth for one second longer, it will be one more second of unspeakable bitterness.

"Feng Xinglang, you are so powerful! You eat so fast! Do you want another bowl?"

It seems that the little guy is a little addicted to feeding.

Feng Xinglang waved his hand and shook his head while tracing his chest and stomach.

"Nono, the noodles are getting cold, please eat quickly."

I knew that if I didn't eat this bowl of Chinese medicinal food, the little guy wouldn't eat noodles. I have to say, Cong Gang’s move is really cruel!

The little guy immediately happily started eating the delicious Italian black pepper beef fillet braised noodles. Cong Gang's cooking skills are indeed good. The little guy ate very well, and his little mouth kept chattering. He did not forget to feed his father Feng Xinglang one and a half filial piety.

"Nono, go ahead and eat. My father is full."

Firstly, Feng Xinglang was really filled up by the bowl of Chinese medicinal food; secondly, he was also filled up by Cong Gang.

The little guy ate most of a plate of spaghetti, and his belly was full and round.

"Is it tasty?"

Only then did Cong Gang appear again with a leisurely attitude.

"Yummy! So delicious!"

The little guy praised Cong Gang's cooking skills without hesitation, "Actually, it's not bad for a man to know how to wash and cook. Cong Gang, I like you very much!"

"You brat, I bought you over a plate of braised noodles? You're really not like your real father!"

Feng Xinglang felt unhappy when he saw his own son showing friendship to Cong Gang.

Parting is always sad. Even more reluctant to give up.

"Nono, please stay here with your father tonight! Okay?" Feng Xinglang hugged his son tightly.

But the little guy still shook his head resolutely, "Nono can't bear to kiss mommy!"

"Isn't she accompanied by Yuan Duoduo?" Feng Xinglang stroked his son's black sleeping hair.

"But Daduoduo is also a girl! How can two girls do without a man to protect them!"

The little guy said boldly like a young man.

"Well! A man should be sympathetic to his beauty! That's up to me!"

Feng Xinglang was amused by his 5-year-old son's machismo. Hugging the little one, overflowing with his fatherly love.

"I won't follow you! You will only abandon your wife and children!"

The little guy said with great disapproval. It seems that 'abandoning wife and children' is deeply ingrained in the little guy's mind. In other words, more or less a small shadow has been left on his young mind.

"My good son, can we not open the pot or pick up the pot? Besides, aren't you and I working hard to correct our mistakes? Give my father some time and a chance, okay?"

Feng Xinglang was good-tempered and patient in discussing with his own son.

After a period of deep love between father and son, the little guy was held by Wei Kang, who had been waiting for more than an hour.

"Remember: Don't let Da Duoduo take advantage of my dear son! If you can avoid kissing him, try not to kiss him. Understand?"

Feng Xinglang stood up. It seemed that every word he said consumed a lot of his physical strength. The reason why he stood up to see his own son off was that he was reluctant to leave, but he also wanted the little guy to bring a message of safety to that idiot woman.

"Take this with you."

Before leaving, Feng Xinglang handed a brand new mobile phone to his son Lin Nuo.

After watching the little guy climb onto the SUV and drive away, Feng Xinglang's tall body instantly weakened, and was held firmly by Cong Gang behind him.

"You are almost paralyzed, and you still want to maintain the glorious image of your biological father?"

"You can't have a child, you know nothing!" Feng Xinglang sneered.

"..." Cong Gang really wanted to throw Feng Xinglang in his arms directly on the marble floor and ignore him.

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Xue Luo really didn't expect that it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening, and her son Lin Nuo was actually sent back.

"Dear mommy, do you miss your baby son?"

The little guy's joyful expression gave a lot of information: he got along well with his daddy; and his daddy was still alive and well.

"Yes! Go wash up and go to bed early."

"Mommy, don't you want to ask: How is the bastard Feng Xinglang now?" The little guy was a little impatient.

"Mommy doesn't want to know at all!"

"..."