Chapter 705 You Are Always so Cool......

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This night, Feng Xinglang really had a good night's sleep, he fully relaxed and received physical therapy.

In the injured body, every cell has been re-given with new vitality.

Cong Gang has such an ability to heal, whether it is the body and mind, or the depressed soul.

When the little guy woke up, his father, Feng Xinglang, was soundly asleep. The smell of Chinese herbal medicine made the little guy pinch his nose.

In fact, the smell of medicine on Feng Xinglang's body was already very weak, you must know that Cong Gang had scrubbed him twice. It's just that the little guy is not too used to the smell of Chinese herbal medicine.

The little guy recognized it, and it was Cong Gang's haunted house.

He didn't wake up his father, Feng Xinglang, who was in a deep sleep, but went down with his bare feet, sniffing some kind of breath, and went downstairs.

There are also flowers and plants in Fort Peter, but the little ones like Cong Gang who are kept at home are not seen much.

He walked down the stairs lined with potted plants and walked into the kitchen smelling the aroma of food.

With his back facing the glass door of the kitchen, Cong Gang is busy; his back is very homely, and there is an indescribable aura of keeping strangers away.

The little guy pushed open the glass door and walked in, walking to Cong Gang's side. He raised his head and looked at Cong Gang who was arranging the plates, and was silent for a few seconds.

"Cong Gang, you are always so cool..."

This is the little guy's evaluation of Cong Gang. high recommendation.

"Oh, yes."

Cong Gang responded softly, reached across the back of his clean hand, and rubbed lightly on the little guy's cheek.

"Cong Gang, are you more powerful than the old twelve?" the little guy asked.

"There is no comparison! Maybe...I cook better than him."

Cong Gang is restrained. He didn't show off too violent things to Lin Nuo.

As the saying goes: Those who are close to Zhu are red, and those who are close to ink are black; and Cong Gang is "Zhu" in front of the little guy, that is, "red".

"Cong Gang, you are so cool at cooking! I like you very much."

The little guy licked his little mouth while looking at the corn tortillas and bacon rolls.

"It's my honor to be liked by you. Go brush your teeth and wash your face, and get ready for breakfast."

Cong Gang's voice was gentle and clear, not complacent or cheering because of the little guy's praise; it was always deep and peaceful.

When the little guy washed up and returned to the dining table, Cong Gang had already prepared breakfast for two people.

"Cong Gang, do you want to wake up my bastard father?"

What a filial son. In front of delicious food, it is not easy to think of his own bastard father.

"You can't wake him up. Your father may not wake up until around ten o'clock."

Cong Gang pushed the plate towards the little guy, "Use chopsticks or a knife and fork?"

The little guy looked at the fried corn, then at the fried eggs, then at the bacon rolls, and pouted his little mouth, "Can I hold it with my hands? I just washed it for nothing."

"Yes! You can do whatever you want!"

After getting Cong Gang's approval, the little guy immediately picked up a bacon roll and put it into his little mouth.

In fact, for a 5-year-old child, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages. He can feel the temperature of the food with his hands first, and he can eat comfortably and effortlessly.

After breakfast, Cong Gang didn't agree to the little guy's 'begging' to stay and play with him, but asked Wei Kang to send him to kindergarten.

Some are just habits of life, while others are a matter of principle.

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Perhaps it was because of being tired for a long time, when Feng Xinglang woke up from his deep sleep, it was almost noon.

It seems that every cell in the body has been stretched.

Like bathing in soothing hot spring water, it really made him relax physically and mentally.

"Nono?!"

The arm that reached out did not catch his own son, Feng Xinglang was startled half awake in an instant.

"Already sent to kindergarten."

While Cong Gang answered Feng Xinglang's exclamation, he inhaled the liquid medicine into the syringe.

Feng Xinglang trusted Cong Gang. Except for Cong Gang's occasional untamed behavior, there is nothing to say about other aspects.

"What time is it? Why don't you wake me up?"

Feng Xinglang squinted his eyes slightly to grope for the mobile phone that Cong Gang had turned on the blocking mode. It was already afternoon.

The light blue liquid medicine was pushed into Feng Xinglang's arm, and he frowned slightly.

"When did I get killed by your dog as a guinea pig, no one knows!"

Knowing that Cong Gang had never had the intention of harming him, Feng Xinglang still misunderstood Cong Gang's desire to protect the Lord.

"You are much harder to serve than a little white mouse!"

Cong Gang flicked Feng Xinglang's arm that had been injected with the medicine a few times, "Aren't you hungry?" He asked.

With this question, Feng Xinglang immediately became hungry.

After a full meal, Feng Xinglang took out a platinum card from the clothes he was wearing.

"There are tens of millions of people inside... You use it to avoid the limelight. Shencheng is Yan Bang's territory, and a strong dragon can't overwhelm a local snake. Don't make unnecessary sacrifices, Yan Bang will find this place sooner or later."

Feng Xinglang's behavior, after a night, became full of contradictions.

Last night, he sternly reprimanded Cong Gang, asking him to watch Dianhetun to prevent him from rioting; but at this moment, Feng Xinglang asked Cong Gang to leave Shencheng with the Platinum Card to avoid Yan Bang's attack. limelight?

"This card... I'll take it! I've just been short of money recently!"

Cong Gang said leisurely, and took the platinum card generously and calmly.

"Why, you don't want to leave Shencheng?"

Feng Xinglang frowned and asked again, "Are you planning to fight Yan Bang to the death?"

Cong Gang's lowered eyes slowly lifted up, looking directly into Feng Xinglang's eyes clearly and solemnly, but said lightly:

"You can send a message to Yan Bang: If he dares to touch me again, he will not be far from death!"

Cong Gang's words didn't even contain the slightest bit of hostility, but every word seemed to be laced with venom.

His words are obvious: he is going to fight back! Will not back down again and again!

Feng Xinglang stared at Cong Gang in front of him calmly. It seemed that at this moment, Cong Gang's eyes were filled with a sense of strangeness that he had never felt before.

"You... really want to fight Yan Bang hard?"

Letting out a breath of foul air, Feng Xinglang asked in a low voice.

"I'm just defending myself!" Cong Gang deserved to be indifferent.

It seems quite reasonable.

Because from the beginning, it was only Yan Bang who was persecuting Cong Gang, wanting to destroy his corpse, but he couldn't be destroyed!

"You and Yan Bang... What kind of deep hatred do you have?"

This sentence was not the first time Feng Xinglang asked Cong Gang.

"You should ask Yan Bang about that!" Cong Gang's answer remained unchanged.

Feng Xinglang stood up slowly, "Okay, I don't want to care about the mess between you two! You two can do whatever you want!"

After taking two steps towards the door, Feng Xinglang stomped his feet and turned sideways and asked:

"Cong Gang, guess: you and Yan Bang fell into the water at the same time, who will I save?"