Chapter 1932

At that moment, Feng Xinglang, like a strong lion with angry hair, fiercely ambushed CongGang who was half lying on the rattan chair.

Cong Gang could have avoided it, but he still had a clever Feng ER in his arms. He turned half of his body and pushed the little guy away from the edge of the cane chair, so as not to be hurt by his mindless bastard's father.

Feng Xinglang successfully clamped Cong Gang, because of the limited space of the rattan chair, he could only clamp Cong gang in the way of clamping.

Cong Gang didn't resist. He couldn't resist even if he looked at it!

He held Feng chongchong in one hand and covered his injured waist in the other. He could not push Feng Xinglang's strong body.

"Dog, you want to kill me? I'll kill you first today! " Feng Xinglang was angry, and his grip became stronger. "I suffered so much humiliation to get you out of Hetun That's how you fuckin 'repay me? In order to save you, I even shot my father. What else do you think of me? "

Cong Gang, after all, is just a carbohydrate man. He was pinched by Feng Xinglang's gravity card. His face was pale due to blood loss, but it turned crimson. He looked very uncomfortable.

"Hiss Well

Feng Xinglang let out a low murmur. Something like teeth came from his arm and stabbed into his skin.

Looking around, I saw my little son Feng chongchong biting his arm with his baby teeth It's the kind of biting that sucks hard!

"Son of a bitch! I'm your father! How did I give birth to you, you little bastard

Feng Xinglang is a very sad man. That is to say, I have a few words of reprimand, but I'm really reluctant to fight.

"Open your mouth! Or my father will beat you! "

When he said that, Feng Xinglang had already subconsciously released his grip on CongGang's neck.

But the little guy is still biting a piece of meat on his father's fengxinglang's arm.

"Son of a bitch, don't you give up? My father is going to beat you up! "

Horizontal is more horizontal, but the action is a lot of warmth: let my father how to pinch his cheek, the little guy is not willing to let go!

"Cough!" Cong Gang coughed twice to smooth the breath of Feng Xinglang's forceful strangulation. Then he gently rebuked Feng chongchong, who had been biting Feng Xinglang's arm, "worm, let go!"

The little guy released his little mouth, glanced at his father Feng Xinglang discontentedly, wiped off the mixture of saliva and blood with the back of his little hand, and went to CongGang's arms again.

"Son of a bitch! Don't you know that you don't recognize your father? "

Feng Xinglang reaches out his hand to grab CongGang's little son, but the little thing hits and pushes with his little hand.

"Worm, don't be so disobedient to your father!"

With Cong Gang's scolding, the little thing calmed down, crawling on Cong Gang's shoulder, quiet and clever.

"Cong Gang, how on earth did you seduce my son?"

Feng Xinglang, who couldn't get angry with his youngest son, vented his anger on innocent CongGang.

"Your son has mild Asperger's syndrome. Don't you know that as a father?"

Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang and said, "it's not just your Baba that I taught you..." CongGang wants to talk but stops.

"Why, do you want to take credit with me?"

Feng Xinglang's heart was still touched. But the words are always so harsh.

Cong Gang took a look at Feng Xinglang, but he didn't pay any attention to him. Just gently touch the little guy's short hair, eyes warm.

"I had autism when I was a child, but now I'm not OK?" The hum of Feng Xinglang's disapproval.

"You have an incentive! It's supposed to be blocked and beaten hard! "

Cong Gang light swept to seal a line Lang one eye, Mou light inside have a kind of speechless pity. There seems to be a little sympathy for each other.

Feng Xinglang was maltreated by his adoptive father Feng Yishan when he was a child. He survived to adulthood and was brutally treated by his biological father So in Cong Gang's opinion, what he Tun did can't be forgiven!

Feng Xinglang wanted to say something else, but it got in his throat.

In silence, a man went up to the balcony on the third floor with a dinner plate in his hand.

It's bassoon!

It turned out to be Bassoon?

Feng Xinglang frowned slightly: this guy left without saying goodbye. He was called away by his dog master!

It seems that it's an unfamiliar white eyed wolf! No matter how good he is to him, his heart will only face his master!

"Mr. Feng, you have tea!"

Basong took the tea cup to the wooden table in front of Feng Xinglang, and gave a plate of colorful vegetable balls to Feng chongchong.

"Oh, is it bassoon? That's very kind of you Feng Xinglang snorted.Feng chongchong was about to reach for the vegetable balls on the plate, but Cong Gang said softly, "insect, wash your hands first."

Immediately, the little guy obediently retracted the small hand that had been stretched out, and followed Basong to wash his hands.

"This bassoon Do you want any more? "

Cong Gang asked Xiang Xinglang. This should be the purpose for Basong to pour tea for fengxinglang.

"Yes! Of course

Feng Xinglang readily accepted, "your people, I use it to rest assured!"

Xing 14 is for his wife. And his side also needs a close bodyguard like bassoon.

"Don't worry?" Cong Gang asked, squinting.

This question is a little provocative!

Feng Xinglang glanced at Cong gang and hummed, "you are the one I can trust most! When your wound is healed, come back and serve me

“……” Cong Gang's lips slightly hook, "I'm afraid you don't have such a big face!"

Feng Xinglang didn't answer immediately, but after staring at Cong gang for a moment, he said leisurely:

"Mao Chongzi, you love me so much and kill me Do you think it's interesting? Conscience won't hurt? "

Phase Love? Killing each other?

The muscles on Cong Gang's face were beating, then he said: "I just want to ask you to make money for me! Feng Xinglang, don't overestimate yourself

"Well I will listen to you and make money for you! Make a lot of money It should be well sealed.

"Eat, eat!"

Feng chongchong runs over with a pair of clean hands, grabs a vegetable ball in one hand, sends one to the mouth of the big bug, and the other to his own small mouth;

only father Feng Xinglang's face blows a cold wind!

But the mouth is blocked, but don't say the heart. "Worm, are you short of heart? I'm so happy that I've been granted the title to raise my son! Even if I kiss you again, he is my own son