Chapter 1933

Feng Xinglang knows this, Cong gang will certainly understand it better!

It's just But there are some things in the world that are not measured by interests!

Generally speaking, Feng Xinglang is still happy at the moment!

A baby daughter who was born a few months ago, and then a little son finally called him Dad. He was so beautiful!

As for talking with Cong Gang, it's completely a pastime!

Feng chongchong didn't want to go home with his father. But in Cong Gang's light, the little guy was obediently carried downstairs by his father Feng Xinglang.

Before he left, Feng Xinglang had the illusion that Cong gang was the one who was born to him?!

And illusion is only illusion!

There is no doubt that little things are their own parents. Feng Xinglang also believes it!

"Bug, tell Dad to listen to me Or my father won't take you to see the damned worm next time! "

“baba…… Dad ｄａ…… ｄａ…… ｂａ…… ｂａ……”

From the third floor down to the downstairs living room, the little things are chanting disorderly names all the way. It's a flattering performance.

Downstairs in the living room, Feng Xinglang saw the already packed bassoon: a suitcase, a canvas bag; clean equipment.

It should have been ready for a long time. Just wait for Feng Xinglang to nod his head.

Cong Gang's people, Feng Xinglang is still at ease. He threw his car key to bassoon.

Basong neatly took the car key, quickly placed his simple luggage; when Feng Xinglang and his son walked out of the living room, the door had been opened for them.

The action is clean and neat, and will serve the master better than before! Cong Gang seems to be able to train his men!

"Smelly boy, what's better than that damn caterpillar? You're closer to him than you are to your father? My father is heartbroken, OK? "

It's easy not to drive. Feng Xinglang talks to his little son.

"Big bug It hurts... " The little guy murmured in the direction of the third floor of the villa.

"The dead worm hurts, but my father doesn't? Smelly boy, look at your biting father's arm You are not allowed to eat meat tonight! A hundred more calls to my father! Not enough, a thousand times! "

Feng Xinglang rolled up his sleeves to show the little guy his bitten arm: there were two rows of bloody teeth on it.

Seeing that the bastard's father yelled angrily, the little guy was silent. He just turned his head and stared at the farther villa.

"This little bug really likes my boss!"

From the rear-view mirror, Basong saw the seal bug who had been staring at the villa, and then he sighed.

Scolding his youngest son is just an illusion, because Feng Xinglang has always been a master who dotes on his children. As he holds his youngest son on his thigh, he asks bashong coldly:

"tell me, why did he leave without saying goodbye? Is it because of your master's call? "

Thinking of this, Feng Xinglang was angry: no matter how good he was to Basong, he was not as good as his dog master!

"Mr. Feng, back then My boss was injured, so... "

In fact, bassoon explained so much, which is enough to explain the problem.

"I'm not familiar with you!" Feng Xinglang is cold.

"Boss won't leave people who are too familiar with you! The Lord is the Lord, and the servant is the servant; talk only about work, not about feelings! "

“……” Cong Gang instilled in his subordinates what kind of fallacies are they?!

"Don't worry, I can't talk about feelings with you!"

Feng Xinglang snorted, "no matter how good my new master is, he is not CongGang!"

"Mr. Feng, my boss is as good as my boss, and you are as good as you! Ha ha

This is very embarrassing, ha ha, which also shows the helplessness of Ba song.

Thinking of something, Feng Xinglang said coldly: "by the way, let me ask you something! Even if it's a chance to show your loyalty! "

"Mr. Feng asked. Say nothing Bassoon was very enthusiastic.

"who is your family's eye liner around the river? Is it Xing Laowu? Or Xing 12? Or someone else? Such as cooks and servants! "

Feng Xinglang's call to Hetun's "Dad" should be classified. Why did Cong Gang know what happened after the door was closed?

At first, Feng Xinglang thought of some kind of advanced high technology, but later he thought that it should be some living person. The loyalty of Xing 12 should not be the most; as for Xing 14 and Xing 17 They are still children. They hardly have the chance to contact Cong gang. Is it Xing Laowu? I don't think so! After all, Xing Laosi died in Cong Gang's hands. With this hatred of killing his brother, Xing Lao Wu will not help Cong just to be an eyeliner at he tun.

"there is my family's Boss line around the river? This How could it be! He Tun is such a cunning person, and his adopted sons are all skilled and loyal. How can they work for my boss? "Bashong's attitude of denial is that this topic has no further discussion!

Are you too paranoid? Or are you too sensitive?

Feng Xinglang frowned slightly, "I know you are loyal to your master, so I won't embarrass you! I'll ask the dead bug myself some other day

"By the way, Mr. Feng, my boss's injury Is it heavy? "

But I didn't expect that Ba song asked Feng Xinglang such a question. Even Feng Xinglang was stunned.

"Is your master seriously hurt How dare you ask me? " Feng Xinglang hissed coldly.

Bassoon was silent, just driving attentively.

It seems that Feng Xinglang's mind also flashed a trace of doubt: that hairy insect seems to have never let him see his wound!

When he ambushed him on the third floor just now, Feng Xinglang obviously felt that Cong Gang didn't resist himself.

You don't want to fight? Still can't resist?

But it doesn't look like the worm is dying!

……

"Why did it stop again? Go on

Before getting off, Feng Xinglang patted his youngest son's p-share. It's fake to punish small things. I just want to have a fight in front of my wife.

“ｂａ…… ｂａ…… ｄａ…… ｄａｄａ…… ｂａｂａ……”

In order to please the angry father, and to see the big bug next time, the little guy went on humming.

"Ha, the second young master will call dad? How wonderful

It was housekeeper Mo who welcomed Feng Xinglang and his son.

"Lao Mo, Bassoon is back. Go and arrange it."

"Okay, okay." Housekeeper Mo looks at Basong behind Feng Xinglang and nods slightly.

Since it was the second young master who brought it back in person, and he was still an acquaintance, housekeeper Mo was naturally relieved. Just yesterday, he discussed with the young master whether to invite more security guards.

"Worms are back? Where did you go with your father again? " It's only four months, and snow's pregnant state has been obvious.

“ｂａｂａ…… ｂａｂａ……” The little guy is barking repeatedly all the time. "Ah, my worms can call dad? Look, give your father to Midea That mouth is almost to the heel of the ear! "