Chapter 705: You are always so cool ...

That night, Feng Xinglang had a good night's sleep, relaxed and physiotherapy.

In the injured body, every cell is re-energized.

Cong Gang has this ability to heal the system, both physically and mentally, as well as the depressed soul.

When the little boy woke up, his dad Feng Xinglang slept soundly. The smell of Chinese herbal medicine, the little guy smoked his nose straight.

In fact, Feng Xinglang's medicine smell was already very weak. You must know that Cong Gang had scrubbed him twice. It's just that the little guy is not too accustomed to this smell of Chinese herbal medicine.

The little one recognized it, and it was Cong Gang's haunted house.

He didn't wake up his relative, Feng Xinglang, but went off barefoot and went downstairs with a certain smell.

There are flowers and plants in Pittsburgh, but the little ones who raised them at home like Cong Gang didn't see much.

He walked along the stairs with potted plants on both sides and sniffed the smell of food and went into the kitchen.

Cong Gang was facing the glass door of the kitchen and was busy; the back was very homely, and there was a breath that could not be said to be near.

The little man opened the glass door and walked in, and walked to Cong Gang's side. Raised his head and looked at Cong Gang, who was swinging the plate, for a few seconds.

"Cong Gang, you are always so cool ..."

This is what the little guy gave Cong Gang. high recommendation.

"Oh, right."

Cong just responded softly, leaned over the back of his clean hand, and tapped the little guy's cheek.

"Cong Gang, are you more interested than the twelve?" The little guy asked.

"There is no comparability! Maybe ... I'm better at cooking than at him."

Cong Gang is restrained. He didn't go to show Lin Nuo what was too stingy.

As the saying goes: those who are close to Zhu are black and those who are close to black are black; and Cong Gang is in front of the little one is 'Zhu', which is 'Red'.

"Cong Gang, your cooking is so cool! I like you very much."

The little boy licked his little mouth while watching the corn burns and bacon rolls.

"It's my pleasure to be liked by you. Go brush your teeth and wash your face, and get ready for breakfast."

Cong Gang's voice was warm and clear, and he was not complacent or cheering because of the compliments of the little ones; he was always deep and peaceful.

When the little guy was washed and returned to the table, Cong Gang had set up breakfast for two.

"Cong Gang, do you want to wake up my **** dear?"

What a big filial son. In the face of deliciousness, it is not easy to think of your own **** dad.

"You can't wake him up. Your dad may not wake up until about ten o'clock."

Cong Gang pushed the dinner plate towards the little guy. "Habit used chopsticks or fork and knife?"

The little guy looked at the corn, then looked at the fried eggs, and then looked at the bacon rolls. He took a small mouth. "Can I take it by hand? It just washed in vain."

"Yes! You are free!"

After getting Cong Gang's approval, the little guy immediately picked up a piece of bacon meat roll and put it into his little mouth.

In fact, for a 5-year-old child, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages. He can feel the temperature of the food with his hands first, and can eat comfortably and effortlessly.

After eating breakfast, Cong Gang didn't promise the little guy's "please" he wanted to stay with him, but asked Wei Kang to send him to the kindergarten.

Some are just habits, while others are a matter of principle.

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Perhaps due to long tiredness, when Feng Xinglang woke up from his heavy sleep, it was almost noon.

It seems that every cell in the body is stretched.

Just like bathing in the soothing hot spring water, it really makes him relax physically and mentally.

"Nono ?!"

Feng Xinglang was almost awoken in an instant when his arms were not picked up by his arms.

"Already sent to kindergarten."

Cong Gang, while answering Feng Xinglang's exclaim, sucked the medicine into the syringe.

Feng Xinglang is trusting Cong Gang. With the exception of Cong Gang's occasional untamedness, there is nothing more to say about his due diligence.

"What time is it? Why don't you wake me up?"

Feng Xinglang slightly squinted his eyes to explore the phone where Cong Gang had turned on the blocking mode. It was already afternoon.

The light blue liquid was pushed into Feng Xinglang's arm, and he frowned slightly.

"When Lao Tzu was killed by your dog as a mouse, no one knows!"

Knowing that Cong Gang had never hurt him, Feng Xinglang still misinterpreted Cong Gang's heart.

"You are much harder to serve than a mouse!"

Cong Gang flicked Feng Xinglang's injection arm several times, "Aren't you hungry?" He asked.

With this question, Feng Xinglang immediately became hungry.

After a full meal, Feng Xinglang took out a platinum card from his clothes.

"There are tens of millions in it ... You are holding a shelter from the wind. Shen Cheng is Yan's territory, and the strong dragon can't beat the ground snake. Don't make unnecessary sacrifice, Yan Bang will find here sooner or later.

Feng Xinglang's behavior, after one night, became contradictory.

Last night, he also scolded Cong Gang violently, asking him to look at Hetun to prevent his stupid riots; at this moment, Feng Xinglang asked Cong Gang to leave Shencheng with a platinum card to avoid Yanbang ’s Limelight?

"This card ... I accepted it! I just run out of money recently!"

Cong Gang said quietly, took the platinum card calmly and calmly.

"Why, don't you want to leave Shencheng?"

Feng Xinglang frowned again and asked, "Are you planning to fight with Yan Bang and die?"

Cong Gang's lowered eyes slowly raised, and Qing Qing looked directly at Feng Xinglang's eyes, but said lightly:

"You can say something to Yan Bang: If he dares to touch me again, he will not be far from his death!"

Cong Gang's words were even without a little bit of suffocation, but every word seemed to have venom extracted.

What he meant was obvious: he was going to fight back! Will not shrink back again and again!

Feng Xinglang looked at Cong Gang in front of her eyes with stagnant eyes. It seemed that at this moment, Cong Gang's eyes were stained with strangeness that had never been seen before.

"You ... really want to fight Yan Yan?"

Folding out a stale air, Feng Xinglang asked softly.

"I'm just defending!" Cong Gang deservedly indifferent.

Seems quite reasonable.

Because from the beginning, Yan Bang only persecuted Cong Gang and wanted to destroy him; but he couldn't destroy him!

"What kind of deep hatred do you have with Yan Bang ...?"

This sentence is not the first time Feng Xinglang asked Cong Gang.

"Then you should ask Yan Bang!" Cong Gang's answer remained the same.

Feng Xinglang stood up slowly, "Okay, I don't want to care about the broken things between you! You two can do whatever you want!"

After taking two steps towards the door, Feng Xinglang asked again, standing still:

"Cong Gang, guess what: If you fell into the water with Yan Bang at the same time, who would I save?"