Chapter 645: There is no fan of your dear!

After leaving these words of interest to Lin Nuo, Cong Gang left with his own plate.

It's perfect for my son to do medicated diet for my dad.

He also just fell silent. Lest there be a arrogant argument with Feng Xinglang.

‘Feed more and hurt more, take care of yourself’, this sentence is indeed a lot of challenges for a 5-year-old child.

The little guy understands: My dad's body is injured, he can't eat beef tenderloin noodles with heavy taste, and he can only eat dark medicinal soup.

The little boy held up the bowl of dark medicinal food, and looked at Feng Xinglang, Meiyu's tight father, hesitating.

This plexus is really bad enough to pus!

They gave them only a plate of beef stew, and they also left a bowl of medicinal food.

Feng Xinglang really wanted to smash the bowl of medicinal herbs into Cong Gang's face, and then warned him with the king's attitude: I will not eat!

But at this moment, Feng Xinglang couldn't get up.

"Nuo Nuo, are you hungry? Beef willow noodles are cold but not tasty. Hurry up and eat, Cong Gang's bitch's cooking is still good."

Of course, Feng Xinglang would not grab a plate of beef stew with his own son.

But the little man choked his mouth and said, "Feng Xinglang, can I feed you medicine?" Mommy said, "Good medicine is good for the disease."

Feng Xing Lang suddenly had a big head: Cong Gang, who eats a gun, was so smoldering to such an extent? Let his own son force him to eat this bitter thing?

"That ... Nono, in fact, my dad's illness is almost healed ... This bowl of Chinese medicated meal was prepared by Cong Gang just for me. If you believe him, our father and son will lose! "

I have to say that Feng Xinglang is better than Cong Gang in terms of eloquence, as well as IQ and EQ.

"But I don't think Uncle Cong Gang will lie!" The little guy had his own judgment.

"Good boy, don't be blinded by Cong Gang's kind and stupid illusion! Knowing and knowing, but talking about Cong Gang himself!"

Feng Xinglang didn't want to discredit Cong Gang. But he really hated the dark Chinese medicine diet. The colors are ugly and bearable, and the key is bitter. Feng Xinglang felt that eating one bite would reduce his life at least one month!

"Otherwise, you drink a spoonful of medicine, and I will feed you another noodle, will you?"

The little guy compromised. Suddenly a pair of clear eyes thinking about the body of the father and father, really makes people can not bear to refuse.

Feng Xinglang brewed for a few seconds, and shouted in the direction of the camera, "Cong Gang, your dog has won! It's cool, right?"

Under the son's full filial piety, Feng Xinglang quickly finished the bowl of Chinese herbal medicine.

You need to know that this thing stays in your mouth for one second, and it is hard to say one second.

"Feng Xinglang, you are too interested! Eat fast! Would you like another bowl?"

It seems the little guy is a bit addicted.

Feng Xinglang shook his head while waving his chest and stomach.

"Nuo Nuo, the noodles are getting cold. You should eat them quickly."

Knowing that he would not eat noodles if he did not eat this Chinese herbal medicine. I have to say, Cong Gang is really cruel!

The little boy immediately began to eat the delicious risotto of black pepper and beef tenderloin. Cong Gang's cooking is really good, the little guy eats very fragrant, and the little mouth keeps talking. Do not forget to feed filial piety to your father and father Feng Xinglang one and a half.

"Nuo Nuo, let's eat, my dad is full."

Once, Feng Xinglang was filled with the Chinese herbal medicine in the bowl. Second, Cong Gang was also full of gas.

A plate of risotto, the little one ate most of it, and the little belly was rounded.

"Tasty?"

Cong Gang appeared again in a relaxed posture.

"It's delicious! It's delicious!"

The little guy praised Cong Gang's cooking skill without hesitation. "Actually, it's good for men to wash and cook. Cong Gang, I like you very much!"

"Shit boy, I bought you with a plate of noodles? There is no fan of your dad!"

Seeing his son and Cong just show up, Feng Xinglang was not happy.

Parting is always sad. Even more reluctant.

"Nuo Nuo, stay here tonight with my dad, okay?" Feng Xinglang embraced his son in his arms.

But the little one still shook his head resolutely, "Nono can't rest assured to kiss my mummy!"

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

"But Daduoduo is also a girl! How can two girls without men's protection?"

The little guy was brave and heroic.

"Well! Men should be fragrant and precious! It's up to me!"

Feng Xinglang was amused by the masculine thought of his 5-year-old son. Hug the little guy, overflowing with his fatherly affection.

"I won't follow you! You will only leave your wife and son!"

The little guy said very disapprovingly. It seems that this 'abandoning his wife and son' is deeply ingrained in the mind of the little guy. In other words, more or less little shadows have been left on his young mind.

"My dear son, can we not open a pot? Which one can we use? Besides, aren't your dear father trying to correct my own mistake? Give the dear father some time and opportunity, will it be?

Feng Xinglang talked with his own son with good temper and patience.

After a while, your father and son became affectionate, and the little guy was held by Wei Kang who waited for more than an hour.

"Remember: don't let the big blossoms take advantage of my dear son! If you can't give it, try not to give it to you. Understand?"

Feng Xinglang stood up. It seems that every word he consumes consumes a lot of energy. The reason to stand up and give away his own son is not the same thing, but also want the little guy to bring the idiot woman to report the message of safety.

"Bring this."

Before leaving, Feng Xinglang gave a new mobile phone to his son Lin Nuo.

After watching the little guy climb up the off-road vehicle and leave, Feng Xinglang's tall body instantly weakened and was hugged by Cong Gang's steady support behind him.

"I'm almost half-baked, and I want to maintain the glorious image of your dad?"

"You can't make a child, you know a P!" Feng Xinglang gave a cold cry.

"..." Cong Gang really wanted to throw Feng Xinglang in his arms directly on the marble floor and turned a blind eye.

******

Xue Luo really did not expect that it was more than eleven o'clock in the night, and his son Lin Nuo was even sent back.

"Dear Mommy, do you miss your baby boy?"

The little guy cheerfully gave back a lot of information: he had a good time with his dad; and his dad was still alive.

"Think! Go and wash up, and go to bed soon after you finish."

"Mummy, don't you want to ask: What about **** Feng Xinglang now?" The little one couldn't wait.

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

"..."