Chapter 838 No Matter How Stinky I Am, He Will Like It!

Wei Kang answered quite implicitly. He knew that he was the one who had been taken advantage of!

I don’t seem to understand why Cong Gang would be so ‘condescending’ to coax a 5-year-old kid!

So bored?

"Wei Kang, you bastard! I hate you so much!"

The little guy immediately ran towards Wei Kang, hitting him with his head, hitting him with his hands, and kicking him with his feet.

Wei Kang quickly put the dinner plate in his hand on the table to protect the little guy's little head.

"Stop banging your head! Look how messed up your hair is! You're not handsome at all!"

"Wei Kang, how dare you give sleeping pills to my biological father?! You are so bad!"

The little guy started yelling, "Humph, I'm going to make you take a truckload of sleeping pills! Let you sleep for a hundred years! No, a thousand years, ten thousand years! You will never wake up!" "

"If I can't wake up and fall down, I'll be a sleeping beauty!"

I never thought that Wei Kang had the potential to be a talker and a rogue.

After continuing to make a fuss for more than ten minutes, the hungry little guy finally agreed to eat dinner first under Cong Gang's persuasion.

Wait until you're full before you settle the score with Wei Kang!

The little guy just took a big bite and looked back at his sleeping father Feng Xinglang. Seemingly a little worried, the little guy smacked the food in his mouth and stepped forward to test his father's breath with his little finger.

Fortunately, his breathing was steady, which meant that his biological father was still alive and well.

Then he spread out his small fleshy hand and stroked his father's forehead. There is no fever, which means my father is not sick!

I just took too many sleeping pills and fell into a deep sleep.

Seeing the little guy cherishing his biological father Feng Xinglang so much, Cong Gang felt comforted from the bottom of his heart. I also like this willful, stubborn, arrogant, and filial little thing more and more.

"Big Caterpillar, has my father had dinner?"

The little guy ran back and asked sternly while grabbing another mouthful of food. His mouth was bulging as he chewed and waited for Cong Gang's next words.

"Of course I've eaten! If you don't believe me, touch your own father's belly!"

Cong Gang replied warmly while wiping the corners of the little thing's mouth.

The little guy ran back to his father again, put his little hand under Feng Xinglang's shirt, and touched his father's belly.

"There's no bulging!" the little guy snorted.

"Your father's abdominal muscles don't show off his belly! How can he look like you, with his belly full of fat!"

Cong Gang simply moved the table next to the sofa so that the little guy wouldn't have to run around so hard.

The little guy was sitting on the edge of the sofa, stroking his father's cheek and picking up the food with a spoon.

It’s great to have a sensible and filial son!

Cong Gang brought the boneless and spineless meat and fish belly to the little guy's bowl, and the little guy ate it happily like a little wolf cub.

But when he was given some broccoli, the little guy threw it aside in disgust.

"Didn't your parents teach you to have a balanced nutrition and eat more vegetables?" Cong Gang said warmly.

"Then did your parents teach you to respect the elderly and love the young, and not to bully a poor 5-year-old child?"

"..."

This rebuttal is simply impeccable.

After filling his belly, the little guy refused to follow Cong Gang to wash his hands.

"You've been working hard all day, and you'll stink to death if you don't take a shower!"

Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang who was sitting on the sofa, "Maybe as soon as your father woke up, he fainted because of your smell!"

"No way! My biological father loves me as his biological son the most! He won't think I stink! No matter how smelly I am, he will like it!"

The little guy kicked off his shoes, climbed up onto the sofa, and hugged his father Feng Xinglang's neck tightly like a koala.

He must keep his biological father, Feng Xinglang, in his sight at all times!

Having your biological father by your side is much more important than just washing yourself up and having a good time!

Seeing the entangled father and son, Cong Gang stopped disturbing him. He just stared at them silently for a few seconds, then turned and left.

****

Xueluo found the right person.

European-style ancient buildings like the one where Cong Gang lives are rare in Shanghai.

That haunted house-like villa is a building from the same period as the Bai family's Bai Mansion.

After Bai Mo learned the specific location of the haunted house from Mr. Bai, he hurried over to join Xueluo.

"Sister-in-law, was Brother Lang really kidnapped by that traitor Cong Gang?"

Bai Mo didn't know Cong Gang very well. I once heard about it from Ye Shinian occasionally. A worldly expert who was boasted to great effect by Ye Shinian. At that time, Bai Mo only thought that Ye Shinian was bragging.

"Yes! Nonuo is also in Cong Gang's hands now!" Xueluo sighed slightly.

"Ah? That bitch actually kidnapped Mr. Nuo? Damn it! He must be tired of living!"

Bai Mo cursed. But the accelerator was pressed firmly under his feet.

When Xueluo and Bai Mo rushed to Cong Gang's haunted house, Xing Er and the others had already left.

The door of the villa is wide open. There was light coming from inside. The crystal lamp was turned on when Xing Ba left. I want to attract others to come here as much as possible, so as to rescue Yan Bang, who has been in shock and fainted in the basement.

"No! We're late! Someone must have gotten there first!"

Bai Mo rushed ahead and saw that the high-ceilinged living room was littered with building debris that fell from the blast on the second floor.

Xueluo followed in and looked around at the layout of the villa. It seems that he did not expect that the bloodthirsty and cunning Cong Gang would raise these delicate orchids.

"Sister-in-law, you'd better wait in the car. I think it's weird here." Bai Mo suggested.

"It's okay. They should be gone by now."

Xueluo was not sure whether the people who came here to carry out micro-blasting were from Hetun or Yan Bang's men. Or someone from GK Ventures.

But no matter which group of people they were, if they knew about Feng Xinglang's whereabouts, they would have informed her about this wife.

Bai Mo quickly searched upstairs and downstairs in the villa, "We're late! There's no one here!"

Looking at the broken walls in the living room, it must be too late.

Just when Bai Mo was leading Xueluo to leave Cong Gang's villa, Xueluo paused.

"Bai Mo, don't leave in a hurry! We're already here, let's keep searching! Maybe there's a basement or a dark room here!"

After all, Xueluo has lived under the wings of Hetun for so many years, and things like dark rooms have been deeply ingrained in her thinking.

"Darkroom? Is there one here?"

Bai Mo asked casually in confusion. But he still agreed to Xueluo's suggestion and started looking for possible darkrooms in this villa.

Five minutes later, Xueluo let out an exclamation.

"Bai Mo, come and take a look. There is a basement entrance here!"

"I'll go down and take a look first."

The basement was pitch dark. With the help of the flashlight function of his mobile phone, Bai Mo walked in front of Xueluo.