Chapter 645

After leaving these words to Linnuo's children, Cong Gang left with his own plate.

It's more appropriate for my son to feed my father's medicated food.

He was quiet, too. So as not to fight with Feng Xinglang.

"If you feed more and hurt more, you can do it yourself." this sentence is really a lot of challenges for a 5-year-old child.

The little guy understood: my father's body was injured, so he couldn't eat beef and willow stewed noodles with heavy taste. He could only eat black medicated soup.

The little guy picked up the dark bowl of medicated food and looked at Feng Xinglang, who was tightening his eyebrows. He hesitated.

This CongGang is so bad that it's purulent!

They only gave their father and son a plate of beef and willow stewed noodles, but also left behind a bowl of bitter medicinal food.

Feng Xinglang really wanted to smash the bowl of herbal soup on Cong Gang's face, and then warned him in a king's manner: I won't eat it!

But at this moment, Feng Xinglang was not cruel.

"Nono, are you hungry? Beef stewed noodles don't taste good when it's cold. Eat quickly. Cong Gang's cooking skill is good. "

Feng Xinglang certainly won't grab a plate of beef stewed noodles with his own son.

But the little guy sipped his little mouth and said, "Feng Xinglang, can I feed you some medicine? Mommy said, "good medicine tastes bitter and is good for disease."

Feng Xinglang's head suddenly became big: Cong Gang, who had taken the bullet, was so insidious? Let his own son force him to eat this bitter food?

"That Nuo Nuo, in fact, my father's illness is almost cured This bowl of Chinese herbal food was prepared by Cong gang for me. If you believe him, we will lose! "

It has to be said that Feng Xinglang is better than Cong gang in terms of eloquence, IQ and EQ.

"But I don't think uncle Cong gang can cheat people!" The little guy has his own judgment.

"My dear son, don't be fooled by Cong Gang's good and stupid illusion! Cong Gang is the one who knows people, faces and hearts

Feng Xinglang didn't want to slander Cong gang. But he was really tired of the dark traditional Chinese medicine diet. The color is ugly and can be tolerated, but the key is bitter and disgusting. Feng Xinglang felt that if he took a bite, he would lose at least one month's life!

"Why don't you drink a spoonful of medicine and I'll feed you a piece of noodles?"

The little guy compromised. Flickering a pair of clear eyes for the sake of his father's body, people can't bear to refuse.

Feng Xinglang brewed for a few seconds and roared in the direction of the camera, "Cong Gang, you bastard won! Isn't that cool? "

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

You know, if this thing stays in the mouth for more than one second, it will be more bitter than words.

"Feng Xinglang, you are too much! How fast! Would you like another bowl? "

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

Feng Xinglang waved his head along his chest and stomach.

"Nono, the noodles are getting cold. You can eat them quickly."

I know that if I don't eat this bowl of Chinese medicine food, I won't eat noodles. I have to say that Cong Gang is so cruel!

The little guy immediately happily began to eat delicious Italian black pepper beef fillet noodles. Cong Gang's cooking skills are really good. The little guy eats very well, and his mouth keeps chirping. Still don't forget filial piety of feed to pro father Feng line Lang one and a half.

"Nono, you can eat. Your father is full."

For one thing, Feng Xinglang was filled with the bowl of Chinese herbal food; for another, he was also filled with Qi by Cong gang.

A plate of spaghetti noodles, the little guy ate more than half of it, and his belly was full.

"Is it delicious?"

Cong Gang appeared again leisurely.

"Yummy! It's delicious

The little guy praised Cong Gang's cooking skill without stint, "in fact, it's good for men to do laundry and cook. Cong Gang, I like you very much! "

"Stinky boy, a plate of noodles will buy you off? I'm not like your father! "

See Pro son with CongGang make friends, Feng Xinglang heartily unhappy.

Parting is always sad. Even more reluctant.

"Nono, stay here with my father tonight! How about that? " Feng Xinglang holds his son in his arms.

But the little guy still resolutely shook his head, "nono can't rest assured to kiss Mommy!"

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

"But big flowers are also girls! How can two girls do without the protection of men? "

Little guy, little man.

"Well! Men should be pitiful! That's up to me! "

Feng Xinglang was amused by his 5-year-old son's male chauvinism. Embrace the little guy, full of his fatherly love."I don't care! You will only abandon your wife and children! "

The little guy said with great disapproval. It seems that this "abandoning wife and children" is deeply rooted in the mind of the little guy. In other words, in his young mind, has left more or less a small shadow.

"Dear son, can we not open any pot? Besides, your father, I'm trying to correct my mistakes? Give your father time and opportunity, will you

Feng Xinglang had a good temper and patiently discussed with his own son.

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

"Remember: don't let big flowers take advantage of my own son! If you don't, try not to. Do you understand? "

Feng Xinglang stood up. It seems that every word he says consumes a lot of physical strength. The reason why he stood up to see off his own son is one thing. He also wanted the little guy to bring the message of peace to the idiot woman.

"Take this with you."

Before leaving, Feng Xinglang gave his son Linnuo a brand new mobile phone.

After watching the little guy climb on the SUV and drive away, Feng Xinglang's tall body suddenly weakened and was held by CongGang behind him.

"I'm almost half paralyzed, but also to maintain the glorious image of your father?"

"You can't make a child, you know a P!" Feng Xinglang sneered coldly.

“……” Cong Gang really wants to leave Feng Xinglang in his arms on the marble floor.

It's snowing down. I didn't expect that it was more than 11 o'clock in the night when my son Linnuo was sent back.

"Kiss Mommy, do you miss your baby son?"

The joy of the little guy fed back a lot of information: he had a good time with his father; and his father was still alive.

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

"Mommy, don't you want to ask: How's Feng Xinglang now?" Little guy can't wait.

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

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