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Chapter 686 - Feng Xinglang, do you have a home?
Without Lin Xueluo as their backbone, the father and son pair seemed to be at a loss and depressed.
"Good son, where will father and son go to sleep tonight?"
Feng Xinglang, a man who looked to be in his thirties, was actually questioning his own son who was only five years old.
Actually, the reason why Xueluo wanted to divorce him, was not only because he wanted to regain his self-esteem, but also because he wanted to force Feng Xinglang to understand his own living situation. He wanted to learn how to be a responsible and responsible man who could give his wife and children a sense of security.
In conclusion, other than the hatred from before, Feng Xinglang's days were quite 'carefree', as if he was not even close to the man at home.
Forget about being distant, just speaking of Feng Xinglang being a man with a family, he didn't even have a normal place to live in.
Not to mention a safe home for his wife and children!
As for himself, he was still able to return to the Feng Family on time when his big brother Feng Lixin was injured.
If it wasn't just one night in the GK Group's resting room, then it would be Yan Bang's Yulong City, Bai Mo's Night Villa, or Cong Gang's haunted house … It looked like he was fooling around!
And now that Xueluo had divorced him, he got entangled with Xueluo and her son, and forced his way over to Xia Zhengyang's house!
This was why Xueluo insisted on divorce him.
A man in his thirties was not someone he could change with just a few words; he had to rely on himself for enlightenment.
"Feng Xinglang, do you have a home?"
His son Linnuo's sudden question stunned Feng Xinglang.
"Of course I have a home! Feng Family is my biological father's home! "
"That's not right!" Feng Family is only the home of Big Uncle and Little Fan Group! "
The little guy sighed, "Even big flowers are the size of a palm in a small house, but you don't! Feng Xinglang, you really are a loser! "
Linnuo's little friend yawned, as if he was tired.
"My father has a family! In Qibei Mountain City, my father bought a large villa for you and Mommy. It was already decorated long ago, the one that you and your Mommy stayed in before. "
In the Qibei Mountain City, Feng Xinglang did indeed own a villa. Xueluo and her son had been under house arrest before.
"A villa that even you don't live in every day, can it be counted as a home?"
In the little guy's heart, his home was not a big house or a luxurious villa, but a place where both his parents lived. It had nothing to do with the size of the house.
"Why don't we stay here tonight?" Feng Xinglang suggested.
"Any other places to live?"
The little guy didn't seem very happy. After all, it had been a sad place for him and his mother to live.
"There is..."
Feng Xinglang dragged his voice, "There are a few places your biological son can choose from: Eldest Uncle's house; Yan Bang's Yulong City; Cong Gang's haunted house; your biological father's resting room; and your uncle's house … You can choose one out of five. "
The little guy didn't want to go to his uncle's house with a bad witch acting like a sick child.
It was not awkward at all for the father and son pair to attend the banquet in Feng Family tonight. This was because during the entire dinner, Lan Youyou had said that he was not feeling well and he stayed upstairs, unwilling to get down. Only Feng Brothers and their children were eating.
Feng Xinglang originally wanted to face Lan Youyou head on, to see or hear her intentions. But he didn't even see her face. Feng Xinglang was somewhat surprised by this.
As for his father's resting room, it was obviously not a place for him to sleep normally.
In his uncle's house... Kiss the mother is not here, go will feel quite awkward.
They could only choose between Yan Bang's Yulong City and Cong Gang's haunted house.
"Let's go to Yan Bang's Yulong City."
In the end, the little guy gave her a choice.
"Heh, looks like you like Yan Bang more than Cong Gang." Feng Xinglang casually said.
"No way! I like that cool Cong Gang more! " The little fellow pursed its lips to refute.
"Then why did you choose to go to Yan Bang's Yulong City?"
Feng Xinglang asked in confusion.
"Because there is someone serving Yan Bang's Yulong City! [Since you are so lazy and weak, how can you not be served!] Furthermore, I also need someone to serve me! "
The little guy's reason made him laugh at his father, Feng Xinglang, who was driving the car.
Needless to say, this' servant 'really did follow him, Feng Xinglang. He was born to be served by others.
"Haha, that's what my father thought too! The two of us really know each other! "
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Yan Bang did not expect to see his Yulong City so late.
Not only had the second great Feng master come, but the young Feng had also come.
"Yan Bang, is there anything good to eat? I'm hungry."
Feng Linnuo, who had rushed in, did not think of himself as an outsider at all.
Actually, the little guy didn't really like Yan Bang, because the Yan Bang before him had always seemed to be so evil and unfriendly.
However, the little guy was smart: He realized that Yan Bang listened to his father very well.
Thus, he changed his strategy and joined his father, Feng Xinglang, in summoning Yan Bang.
"Yes, yes, of course! "Tell me what you like to eat, and I'll have the cook cook cook it now."
Yan Bang used a single hand to carry the little fellow, but the little fellow only played around in his embrace for a bit, before struggling back down.
Feng Xinglang obviously did not have as much stamina as his son Nuonuo, who had already collapsed on the sofa, and closed his eyes to rest.
A woolen blanket covered his body, and Yan Bang took off the leather shoes on his feet. She then moved him into a more comfortable position.
"Yan Bang, why do you look like my father's slave?"
The little guy's understanding was simple: if a person served another person, then the person who served the other person was equivalent to a house attendant.
But Yan Bang was obviously not a servant, so the little guy thought of the word 'slave'.
Hearing the little guy's words, Yan Bang was startled for a moment. He glanced at the soundly sleeping Feng Xinglang and sighed.
Wasn't he the slave of Feng Xinglang?
He also did not know when he had subconsciously become Feng Xinglang's slave!
When they rescued him from the sea of fire?
Or was it earlier?
To be honest, the word 'slave' was truly the most realistic and truest portrayal of him, Yan Bang.
Yan Bang felt more and more like a slave!
Seeing Yan Bang contemplating, the little guy thought that Yan Bang was embarrassed and continued:
"Yan Bang, you don't have to be embarrassed. "My dad is so cool, it's not shameful for you to be his slave."
"..." Alright, now Yan Bang really had nothing to say.
"Nuonuo, be my son, okay?"
Yan Bang thought of an even better topic.