Chapter 1998

In the evening, when Feng Xinglang came to Qibei mountain city to pick up his little son and return to Feng's home, he kept throwing an apple in his hand.

Apple should look like a top-quality product, and feel good.

It's a good product specially selected by Feng Xinglang in the fruit basket of the office.

He seemed to vaguely remember that Cong Gang liked apples.

I really want Cong Gang to learn his noble moral character of repaying good for evil.

The dog teased himself and made him run in the hot sun for half an hour. His clothes were wet from head to foot, from inside to outside. But he even brought CongGang an apple as a reward?

Of course, we have to see Cong Gang's performance all day! If he can teach his little son to tell fairy tales, the apple will reward him; if not Only keep it for the dog!

When the car safely turned to Panshan mountain road without a flat tire, Feng Xinglang was secretly relieved. He really has a little taboo. Cong Gang, who doesn't play according to the routine, will let him walk up the mountain!

"Hey, hey, we don't have to climb the mountain!" Even bassoon, who was driving, relaxed. "I guess my boss is in a good mood today!"

Feng Xinglang ignored him, just slightly squinting at the apple in his hand.

"Mr. Feng I see you've been holding it Why didn't you eat it? "

"Why, do you want to eat?" Feng Xinglang glanced askance at Basong.

"I don't like fruit!" Basong seemed to be a little curious. He didn't have anything to say and then asked, "do you want to bring the insects to eat? Don't bother. The boss has all these fruits here! "

"I brought it to feed the dog!" Feng Xinglang snorted.

"Feed the dog? Where are the dogs from here? " Basong asked doubtfully.

After Feng Xinglang gave Basong a white eye, he stopped talking to him.

Someone even sent the worst loser in the whole team to be his bodyguard? Is this insulting his intelligence or taking his life as a joke?!

Before getting off the bus, Feng Xinglang said: "if you dare to drive away again, I'll break your leg!"

Basong, with a blank look on his face, saw Feng Xinglang off the car and went into the villa. He murmured to himself: what am I doing? I can't be the master! Besides, if you want to break my leg, you have to beat me first!

When Mai Lang came to the second floor to read aloud, he heard his son's voice.

"Weeding day is in the afternoon, sweat drips down the soil. Who knows, it's hard to have a Chinese meal. "

At this moment, Feng Xinglang's eyes were warm: it turned out that his little things were not stupid at all, and he could read and recite an old poem so well!

It seems that nothing is difficult in the world, just for those who want to do it! That dog is doing his best!

You should know that when the little things are at home, no matter how enlightened the nursery teachers and early teachers are, the little ones will ignore them. Cong Gang really contributed a lot to let the little thing recite an old poem in a few hours.

In fact, he is more careful and patient than his own father!

"Bad Dad!"

When he saw his father Feng Xinglang, the little guy conditionally drilled into CongGang's arms.

"Well?" Cong Gang snorted.

"Good dad Father is the best The little guy immediately changed his mouth, though he was a little reluctant.

Feng Xinglang couldn't hear his little son's "bad dad" cry, but this "good dad" was forced by Cong Gang's threat!

"Smelly boy, my father really loves you white eyed wolf!"

Even the words of reprimand, Feng Xinglang is also full of eyes of fatherly affection, "come here, let my father embrace! Recite the song "weeding day at noon" to my father again

The little guy nests in CongGang's arms and shrinks back in disgust.

"Cong Gang, this whole day, you will not only teach my son a poem, will you? You are too perfunctory

Feng Xinglang shook his hand and threw the apple to CongGang. "Although you don't have any credit, you still have a little hard work to do. This apple will reward you!"

Cong Gang raised his hand gracefully, then steadily caught the apple that Feng Xinglang threw at him.

To be exact, Feng Xinglang is a smash!

If Cong Gang doesn't reach for it, the apple will probably hit him in the face! Let is to get out of the way, but a good apple broke, it's a pity, isn't it?! However, Feng Xinglang is in a mixed mood because of one thing his little son chongchong did: the little guy almost bounced over and immediately protected CongGang's head with his own hands. It should be to protect Cong gang from being hit by his father's apple!

Fortunately, CongGang has caught the apple he smashed steadily!

I should sigh for my son's quick and sharp reaction? Or should I feel sad that my own son should have such deep feelings with Cong Gang?

"Bad Dad!" The little guy snorted again."Well?" Cong Gang scolded.

This time, the little guy didn't change his words, but he was wronged to stay in CongGang's arms again.

Looking at CongGang's little son, Feng Xinglang felt a lot. But still the small things forced to drag in the past.

"Worm, go back with your father! Be obedient

With Cong Gang's words falling, the little guy no longer struggled.

"Remember what the big bug taught you!" Cong Gang reached over and flicked the little thing's unhappy face.

The little guy nodded cleverly. Then he climbed on his father's shoulder and looked at Cong gang.

Feng Xinglang didn't want to say anything to thank Cong gang. Because the younger son likes Cong Gang so much, it has made him very uncomfortable.

"I'll give you something. Don't eat it!"

Cong Gang returned to Feng Xinglang and ignored him.

"What? I'm afraid I'll poison you. Why don't I give you a poisoned apple? Look at you, little hearted... "

Feng Xinglang took the apple in CongGang's hand, bit it hard, and then put it back into CongGang's hand.

"I'm not as crafty as you are! Lao Tzu is of high moral character: to repay evil with virtue! "

At the end of the speech, Feng Xinglang took his son and sat on his neck. The father and son happily went downstairs.

Give someone something Even take yourself to bite first?!

"Big bug See you tomorrow

When the little guy looked back, he saw the big bug eating the apple that his father had bitten.

"Eat the fruit..." The little guy whispered subconsciously.

"Insects want to eat fruit, too? Later, I'll go back to my father and cut you a bigger and sweeter fruit to eat! "

When he got to Feng's house, Feng Xinglang told the little guy again: "bug, remember to go back and recite" weeding day noon "to your mommy! Your mommy will be very happy to hear that

After seeing mommy in the living room, the little guy immediately happily recited the ancient poem of Da Chong's teaching: "weeding day in the afternoon, sweat drips down the soil. Who knows, it's hard to have a Chinese meal. "

Even more exaggerated than Feng Xinglang expected, his wife xueluo cried with joy.

So before dinner, the little guy kept reciting: "weeding day in the afternoon, sweat drops under the soil..." "Come on, don't be a" day in the afternoon. "! Let's have a rest in the afternoon