Chapter 1133: You don't understand

When Feng Xinglang was in full swing, Lin Nuo's kid was snuggling in Cong Gang's arms and eating a bite of risotto.

"Dad? Why are you here?"

When I saw my dad Feng Xinglang, the little guy was very happy. I completely ignored the gloomy and handsome face of my father and father Feng Xinglang.

Feng Xinglang did not answer his son's question, but first made a video call with his wife Xue Luo. And let her see the little cubs who are eating stew noodles, to comfort the woman who was anxious because of her son's departure.

"Cong Gang, your mother **** my son again?"

Perhaps he knew that his son had come to Cong Gang's initiative, but Feng Xinglang's tone was intentionally so unfriendly.

The word 'a' again tells that Feng Xinglang's dissatisfaction with Cong Gang is not a day or two.

Cong Gang was too lazy to answer the bad and fierce Feng Xinglang. He didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Daddy, you misunderstood the big caterpillar. I'm here to find him!"

Seeing his dad scolding and rebuking Cong Gang again, the little guy immediately defended Cong Gang's coming.

"Why, the lesson last time wasn't serious enough bloody? Did you run around and annoy your mom?"

Feng Xinglang pulled a chair and sat down in front of his son and Cong Gang.

The little man pursed his mouth and said, "My dear son let the slug talk to Mommy."

"Feng Linnuo, can't you be an obedient and obedient child? Do you have to mess with your mommy so much that you worry about you everyday?"

Feng Xinglang sternly educated the disobedient little guy.

The little boy lowered his head, silently no longer snoring.

"Why don't you review yourself: it's not because of your complicated social relationship that your son's life has also become complicated ?!"

Cong Gang's words once again hit the crux of the problem.

His ability to analyze problems always has such insights.

"I'm educating my son, what the **** are you fucking? Is there a qualification for you to fuck?"

In front of Cong Gang, Feng Xinglang instinctively lifted up the frame of his master; he always believed that Cong Gang should bow to his bow and bow to him.

It seems that here, it should be he Cong Gang just said, right? !!

But Cong Gang has never been familiar with Feng Xinglang in such a small right and wrong.

Especially in front of Lin Nuo's children, they gave Feng Xinglang's face and lizi enough.

But Cong Gang's **** words made Feng Xinglang listen.

"Dad, don't you be so fierce caterpillar ... I really came to him by myself."

The little guy was weak. Want to come, he really couldn't listen to his father, Feng Xinglang, such a reprimand for Cong Gang.

It's hard to be affectionate! He felt embarrassed for the big caterpillar.

"Hurry up! After eating, go back with your dad!"

Hearing, Feng Xinglang's mood overflowed with words of impatience.

"Daddy, you can eat a bit too. The stew made by the caterpillar is delicious."

Despite being trained, the little guy is still facing his own dad.

"You eat it yourself, dear is not hungry."

Feng Xinglang at this moment was actually hungry. These days he has lived a hungry meal.

A faint stomachache came, and Feng Xinglang subconsciously pressed his stomach with his hand.

In order to seal Xinglang's stomach problems, Xue Luo worked hard for him for more than half a year; it was difficult for the men's stomach problems to be controlled and improved, but he did not think that the men would once again treat them as cheap and ruin the women The fruits of the work once again disappointed the concern of women.

He saw the sealed box on his desk. It contains a handful of Brazilian pine nuts.

Feng Xinglang was also very polite and took it directly to eat.

"Isn't it for you to strip yourself a bit more? Laziness again!"

Cong just raised his head, and gave Feng Xinglang a slight glance. Wen Feng said, "Feng Xinglang, Nono said you are sorry for Yan Bang's death. But you don't want your wife and children to see it."

Wei Dun, Cong Gang looked around, "There are no outsiders here, you can cry like a happy son! If you need it, I can borrow your shoulder!"

After swallowing the last bite of Brazilian pine nuts in his mouth, Feng Xinglang looked straight at Cong Gang.

"You will die, and I will be sad."

Feng Xinglang stared straight into the eyes of Cong Gang and said coldly.

"Dare to be!"

Cong Gang murmured, "If I have to die someday, I will choose a way to make you hate me to die!"

Feng Xinglang squinted his eyes and looked at Cong Gang, who was always indifferent, and snorted slightly, "Cong Gang, I can't see you more and more! I always play with my head and brain like this Are you tired? "

Cong just smiled slightly, "I should have been violently dead on the streets of Chinatown many years ago. In these extra days, if I can splurge, I will splurge; it is not a shame!"

"You're mocking me for saving you?" Feng Xinglang glared at him.

Cong just gave Feng Xinglang a deep glance, then turned his head. Silently, no more words.

"I've saved you a lot, and saved my sin ?!"

Feng Xinglang was very upset that Cong Gang looked at the innocence of others.

"Feng Xinglang, isn't Yan Bang still alive so you can live happily?"

Suddenly, Cong just skipped the above topic and asked these words coldly.

Feng Xinglang slightly twitched his lips. "Most people are sentient beings; not like you!"

Shouting a stale air, Feng Xinglang looked at the gentle gentleman orchid in the basin.

"Life will play many roles: from young sons and younger brothers to brothers, lovers, husbands, fathers ... who live longer, can also become father-in-law, grandpa ... In life, you will inevitably encounter all sorts of life and death! The sweetness, bitterness, and saltiness of this life will be tasted many times. "

"Maybe it's like getting sick ... It's over, and that's it!"

Feng Xinglang didn't know whether he was just talking about Cong or listening to himself.

But one thing is certain: this remark can alleviate the depression in his heart to some extent!

The child Lin Nuo has been quietly in front of a pious listener. Although he couldn't fully understand it, he realized that his dad was still saddened by Da Bangbang's death.

"Then you are ill ... when will it be fine?" Cong Gang asked.

Feng Xinglang looked back at Cong Gang, and astringent lips chuckled, "Why, do you want me to hurry?"

Cong Gang avoided the look of Feng Xinglang, "I asked for your pro-son. You are so depressed and drunk every day. Both of them are worried about you."

Why does this little cub talk to this guy Cong Gang?

Feng Xinglang's eyes fell on his son Lin Nuo, which meant a little scrutiny and blame.

The little boy immediately lowered his head and did not look at the angry eyes of his dad.

"Unless Yanbang can survive, I can be completely good!"

Originally, Xinglang wanted to say something to comfort the young and self-reproached son, but when he said it, it went against him.