Chapter 686: Feng Xinglang, do you have a home?

Without Lin Xueluo's backbone, the father and son seemed to be a little dazed and unhappy.

"Good boy, where will our father and son go to sleep tonight?"

Feng Xinglang, a man in his thirties, asked his son, who was only five years old.

In fact, the reason why Xue Luo insisted on divorcing Feng Xinglang was not only to regain his self-esteem, but also to force Feng Xinglang to recognize his own living condition and learn how to be a responsible and responsible person. A man who can give his wife and children a sense of security.

In general, apart from the previous possession of hatred, Feng Xinglang's life was still quite free and easy, and he couldn't get involved with the home man at all.

Yuan Xu didn't say anything, let's talk about that Feng Xinglang is also a man with a family, but he doesn't even have a regular place of residence.

Not to mention giving my wife and children a secure home!

As for himself, when his elder brother Feng Lixin was injured, he was able to return to his home on time. He is now in a state of chaotic life.

Not one night in the lounge of GK Group, or going to Yulong's Imperial Dragon City, Baimo's night village, or to Conggang's haunted house ... it's a completely foolish gesture!

Now that Xueluo divorced him, he got entangled with Xueluo's mother and son and forcibly squeezed Xia Zhengyang's house!

This is always no wonder why Xue Luo insisted on divorcing him.

An adult man in his thirties is not to say that he can change it; it is up to him to realize it.

"Feng Xinglang, do you have a home?"

The son Lin Nuo asked this suddenly, and he really stopped Feng Xinglang from asking.

"Of course I have a home! Feng's home is my dad's home!"

"No! The Feng family is just the home of the uncle and the small group!"

The little guy sighed, "Even the big one has a small family with a big slap, but you don't! Feng Xinglang, you are really a loser!"

Lin Nuo yawned for a long time, and seemed to be sleepy and tired.

"My dad has a family! In Qibei Mountain City, your dad bought a big villa for you and your mom, and it has been renovated long ago. The one you and your mom have lived before."

In Qibei Mountain City, there is indeed a villa under the name of Feng Xinglang. She had also been under house arrest for her mother and son.

"A villa that you don't even go to every day, can you be a family?"

The home in the mind of the little guy is not a big house or a luxury villa, but a fixed residence with relatives and mothers. It has nothing to do with the size of the house.

"Otherwise, shall we live tonight?" Feng Xinglang suggested.

"Anywhere else to live?"

The little guy didn't seem very happy, after all, it was a sad place that restricted his freedom with his dear mommy.

"Have……"

Fengxing Langla said with a voice, "There are so many places for my son to choose from: Uncle's House; Yulong City of Yan Bang; Cong Gang's Haunted House; Daddy's Lounge; and your grandfather's house ... you You can choose one from five. "

Uncle's family, and a bad witch pretending to be sick, of course the little guy doesn't want to go.

It is not awkward for the father and son to go home to dinner tonight; because during the whole dinner, Lan Youyou said that he was uncomfortable and he refused to go downstairs. The only meal was the two brothers of Fengjia and their children.

Feng Xinglang wanted to face Lan Yuyou directly, and wanted to see or hear her intentions. But she didn't even see her face. This was a surprise to Feng Xinglang.

As for the dad's lounge, it is not a place to sleep normally when you hear it;

My grandfather's house ... My dear mommy isn't here anymore, I feel awkward when I go there.

You can only choose between Yulong's Imperial Dragon City and Cong Gang's haunted house.

"Let's go to Yulong's Imperial Dragon City."

In the end, the little guy gave his choice.

"Oh, it seems that you like Yan Bang more than Cong Gang." Feng Xinglang said casually.

"No! I like the cool Cong Gang more!" The little man retorted.

"Then why did you choose to go to Yulong City of Yanbang?"

Feng Xinglang asked puzzled.

"Because there are people serving in Yanbang's Yulong City! You are so lazy and so weak, how can no one serve! Besides, I want someone to serve!

The reason for the little guy really amused Feng Xinglang, who was driving in the car.

Don't even say, this 'vital service' really followed Feng Xinglang with him. Born to be an uncle's life.

"Haha, that's what my dad thinks about too! My grandfather really knows everything!"

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Yan Bang really didn't expect that it was so late that Feng Xinglang would also come to his Royal Dragon City.

Not only did you have a second grandfather, but also a little grandfather.

"Yan Bang, is there something delicious, I am hungry."

Feng Linnuo, who rushed in, did not consider himself an outsider at all, and immediately called Yan Bang directly, and issued orders.

In fact, the little guy didn't like Yanbang very much, because the previous Yanbang always seemed so rude and unfriendly.

But the little guy was clever: he found that Yan Bang listened to his father's words, Feng Xinglang.

So he changed his tactics and joined the ranks of his father and father, Xinglang and Yanbang.

"Yes, yes, of course! Tell me what you like, I'll let the cook do it now."

Yan Bang held the little guy with one-handed support, but the little guy just had a trip in his arms, and then he struggled again, passed the drowsiness, and began to fill the house with Sahuan.

Feng Xinglang apparently did not have the good physical strength of his son Nono, and had fallen to the side of the sofa and began to rest with his eyes closed.

A velvet blanket covered him, Yan Bang took off the leather shoes on his feet and moved him into a more comfortable position.

"Yen Bang, why are you like my dad's slave?"

The little guy's perception is simple: one person serves another person, then this person who serves others is almost equivalent to a domestic servant.

But Yan Bang was obviously not a domestic servant, so the little guy thought of the word 'slave'.

As the little guy said, Yan Bang was stupefied: he glanced at Feng Xinglang who was sleeping peacefully, and sighed heartily.

Isn't he a slave to Feng Xinglang?

I do not know when I have become a slave to Feng Xinglang in the subconscious!

When he was rescued from the sea of ​​fire?

Or earlier?

Not to mention, the word 'slave' is really the most true and true portrayal of his Yan State.

Yan Bang felt more and more like a slave!

Seeing what Yan Bang was meditating on, the little guy thought that Yan Bang was embarrassed, and then continued:

"Yan Bang, you don't need to be embarrassed. My dad is so cool that you are not ashamed of being a slave."

"..." Well, Yan Bang really has nothing to say.

"Nuo Nuo, would you be my son?"

Yan Bang thought of this better topic.