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Chapter 645: This is not your real dad!
After throwing these words of interest to little friend Linnuo, Cong Gang then carried away his own plate and left.
It would be perfect for your own son to do the feeding of your father's medicine.
Cong Gang also settled down quietly. He wanted to avoid having an unreasonable battle of words with Feng Xinglang.
'Feed more wounds, and you can decide for yourself. 'This was indeed a challenge for a 5-year-old child.
The little guy understood: his father was injured, so he couldn't eat the cow-willow noodles. He could only eat the black medicinal soup.
The little guy picked up the black medicine bowl, and looked at his father Feng Xinglang, who was frowning deeply, and hesitated.
This Cong Gang, she's so evil!
He only gave them a plate of cow-willow noodles, not to mention a bowl of medicine for the dead.
Feng Xinglang really wanted to smash that bowl of medicinal soup into Cong Gang's face, and then warn him with the attitude of a king: "I won't eat!"
But at this moment, Feng Xinglang could not be ruthless.
"Nuonuo, are you hungry? Cow-willow noodles are not tasty when they are cold. Hurry up and eat it, that bitch Cong Gang is still quite good at cooking. "
Of course, Feng Xinglang would not snatch a plate of Cow Willow Noodle Soup from his own son.
But the little guy bit his lips and said, "Feng Xinglang, can I feed you medicine? Mommy had said: "Good medicine is good for the sick."
Feng Xinglang immediately felt a headache: This Cong Gang who ate spears to such an extent, was actually insidious to such an extent? Let his own son force him to eat these bitter things?
"Um …" Nuonuo, actually, my father's illness is almost completely cured … This bowl of medicinal food was prepared by Cong Gang for me. If you trust him, then we will lose! "
It had to be said that whether it was in terms of eloquence, intelligence, or emotional intelligence, Feng Xinglang was better than him.
"But I don't think Uncle Cong Gang would lie!" The little guy had his own judgment.
"My good son, you must not be fooled by Cong Gang's kind and foolish facade! If you know the face, you will know the heart. You are talking about Cong Gang himself! "
Feng Xinglang did not want to slander Cong Gang at all. However, he really did loathe the dark Chinese medicinal cuisine. The color was still tolerable, but the key point was that it was extremely bitter. Feng Xinglang felt that if he took a bite, his lifespan would be shortened by at least a month!
"How about this, you drink a spoonful of medicine, and I'll feed you another noodle, okay?"
The little guy compromised. With a pair of clear eyes that seemed to be thinking about his father's body, it was really hard for people to refuse.
Feng Xinglang brewed for a few seconds, then roared towards the camera: "Cong Gang, you dog bastard, you've won! Isn't that great? "
Under his son's filial piety, Feng Xinglang quickly finished the medicinal food in the bowl.
One had to know that if this thing stayed in his mouth for even a second longer, it would cause him to suffer an indescribable pain.
"Feng Xinglang, you are too vicious! He ate so fast! Would you like another bowl? "
The little guy seemed to be addicted to feeding.
Feng Xinglang shook his head and waved his hand as he walked along his chest.
"Nuonuo, the noodles are getting cold, hurry up and eat."
He knew that if he didn't eat the medicinal food in this bowl, the little fellow wouldn't eat noodles either. Needless to say, Cong Gang's technique was really ruthless!
The little guy immediately happily began to eat the delicious Italian style black pepper beef and willow noodles. Cong Gang's culinary skills were indeed not bad. He didn't forget to dutifully feed a half stick to his father, Feng Xinglang.
"Nuonuo, eat, your father is full."
Firstly, Feng Xinglang was really full from the medicine in the bowl; secondly, he was also full because of Cong Gang.
On a plate of rise-like noodles, the little guy ate more than half of it.
"Is it delicious?"
Only then did Cong Gang's leisurely attitude reappear.
"Delicious! Delicious!" "How delicious!"
The little guy generously praised Cong Gang's cooking, "Actually, it's not bad for a man to be able to do laundry and cook. Cong Gang, I like you! "
"Stinking brat, you got me a plate of risotto?" "I really don't have a daddy like you!"
Seeing his own son being nice to Cong Gang, Feng Xinglang was really unhappy from the bottom of his heart.
It was always a sad parting. Even more reluctant.
"Nuonuo, why don't you stay here to accompany your father tonight? "How about it?" Feng Xinglang hugged his son tightly.
However, the little fellow still shook its head resolutely, "Nuonuo can't be at ease and will not kiss Mommy!"
"Isn't she accompanied by Yuan Duoduo?" Feng Xinglang stroked his son's shiny black hair.
"But Duo Duo is also a girl! How can two girls be without the protection of a man! "
The little guy boldly said.
"Hm!" Men should show mercy to the fairer sex! "That's up to me!"
Feng Xinglang was amused by his 5-year-old son's masculine thoughts. Hugging the little guy, overflowing with his fatherly love.
"I'm not going to follow you!" You only know how to abandon your wife and children! "
The little guy said with extreme disapproval. Looks like this abandoned wife and child was deeply ingrained in the little fellow's heart. In other words, it had left more or less a shadow on his young heart.
"My good son, can we not bring up the issue?" Besides, isn't your father trying to correct his mistakes? Give Dad some time and a chance, okay? "
Feng Xinglang had a good temper and patiently discussed it with his own son.
After that, Wei Kang, who had been waiting for an hour, grabbed the little fellow's hand.
"Remember: don't let Big Duo take advantage of my own son! If you can't give a kiss, then do your best not to. Do you understand? "
Feng Xinglang stood up. It was as if every word he said consumed a lot of his energy. The reason he stood up to send off his own son was because he didn't want to part with him. He also wanted this little guy to bring that stupid woman a message to report his safety.
"Take this with you."
Before he left, Feng Xinglang gave a brand-new cell phone to his son Linnuo.
Watching as the little guy climbed onto the SUV and drove off, Feng Xinglang's tall and big body instantly weakened and was supported by Cong Gang who was behind him.
"You are almost paralyzed yourself, and you still want to maintain your father's glorious image?"
"You can't make children, what do you know about P!" Feng Xinglang scoffed.
"..." Cong Gang really wanted to throw Feng Xinglang who was in his embrace onto the marble floor without a care.
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Xueluo really did not expect his son, Linnuo, would be brought back here so late in the night.
"Kiss Mommy. Do you miss your precious son?"
The little guy's jubilant feedback gave him a lot of information: he was happy with his dad, and his dad was still alive and well.
"Yes!" Hurry up and go wash up. After you're done, go to bed early. "
"Mommy, don't you want to ask: How is bastard Feng Xinglang now?" The little guy was a little impatient.
"Mommy doesn't want to know!"
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