Chapter 1797: Green Love Letter 2

The children of Feng Zong Chong did not continue to surprise everyone.

Except for the occasional "Big Bug", he refused to say anything else. Including his dad and mommy, as well as his brother and sister, he refused to open another mouth.

And Mommy Xueluo's patience seemed to be a little tougher. Not as anxious as before, but that the younger son is not dumb after all. It ’s only a matter of time before you speak.

The younger son thought that he could speak, thanks to her husband's confession, and Xue Luo subconsciously let the younger son get closer to his father. And the little ones themselves are happy.

Feng Xinglang returned to the office after the regular meeting. When he saw his youngest son playing alone, he fell into inexplicable contemplation.

The little guy looked up at his dad, and murmured inertially in his little mouth: "Big ... big ... bug."

The sound is not high, it is more like a reminder query. Because the little guy also seems to have caught some rules: After waiting for dinner, my dad will be free to take himself to the big bug.

Seeing that my dad ignored him, the little guy no longer wasted his tongue doing useless work, and then played on his own.

At noon, Feng Xinglang made good use of his identity as a prince.

He called Repulse Bay, and named Xing Shiren to pack two lunches and sent him; there was Xing Shiren under the pressure of Hetun, and he was afraid to do so.

Having the opportunity to be close to the Feng Zeng worm children, Xing Shi Er was also in high demand.

"Little bug, come and hug your righteous father!"

Xing Twelve bravely pretended to be his righteous father in front of Feng Zongzhe. He knew that Feng Xinglang would not go to his father, He Tun, to sue him for these trivial matters, so he was so fearless.

Even though Feng Xinglang would be angry, but he could not beat himself, it could only be dry air. How can he help him?

I didn't know that Feng Xinglang didn't hear it. He only saw that he glanced at Xing Twelve and darted to his younger son.

Return righteous father? You want to be beautiful! I do n’t even call my dad, OK?

The little one ran and ran away; but his short legs couldn't run the long-legged Xing Shiliang, and he was caught and picked up and carried on his shoulders within a few steps. Move in one go!

"I love children so much ... why didn't you give birth to yourself! That little teacher ... I think it's not bad!"

Feng Xinglang approached, lying lazily on the sofa, staring lazily at Xing Shier, who was playing happily with his little son.

"That little teacher is not as good-looking as Lin Xueluo! The child born may not be ugly!"

For this reason ... should I be glad that Xing XII praised his wife? Or should he scold Xing Shirfang's indiscriminate thoughts on his wife?

"If it is not your own seed, the child born is even more beautiful ... it can only be a child from another family!"

Feng Xinglang quietly hummed.

Xing Twelve paused for a moment and looked down at the little guy who was struggling in his arms.

"It has to be pleasing to the eye! Right, little bug!"

Xing Twelve tilted Feng Xinglang on the sofa and said, "Prince Xing, you can give birth to a son so please give me this bug!"

"..." Feng Xinglang narrowed his lips a bit, "That's not the case! My child, I have to raise it myself!"

"Stingy!" Xing Twelve went straight to Feng Xinglang.

"Yes, what you bring ..."

Feng Xinglang subconsciously looked at his younger son Feng Zeworm, and seemed to be worried about whether the little thing could understand, "Is it brought?"

"Here! The signal source is strong and concealed!"

Xing Shier's inertia questioned, "Who are you focusing on? It's not convenient for me to let the old fourteen generations work!"

"Well, I will consider it."

Feng Xinglang only echoed the sentence and did not argue or explain.

Thinking about it, "By the way, I've done something good about adult beauty! Starting next week ... remember to be handsome!"

"I'm afraid I will be handsome again ... Lin Xueluo will look after me and throw you away!"

Xing Twelve glanced at Feng Xinglang with confidence.

Feng Xinglang just raised the corner of his lips lightly, "You don't have to worry about this at all! The woman I Feng Xinglang only loves me alone!"

"Cut! I'm not ashamed!"

Xing Shiliang came with a highly technical big white eye.

...

After lunch, Feng Xinglang was attentive to urinate the youngest son.

"Here comes the big bug ..." Somehow, a sudden surprise.

The little boy looked around with joy immediately; but couldn't find any figure about the big bug.

It seems that this "big bug" really exists ... Feng Xinglang Jun raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Do you want to go to the big bug house? Well, after you pee obediently, your dad will take you there."

The little guy didn't mean to urinate; in order to please his father and father Feng Xinglang, I just squeezed out a few drops of meaning.

"Zug, do you like big bugs, or do you like dears?"

Feng Xinglang also successfully completed the action on his hand: stuffed a large button in the mezzanine pocket outside the little guy.

"Big ... big bug."

The little boy repeated babbling, holding on to his little waist to signal to his father that he was urinating and ready to go.

Feng Xinglang, like the little one, decided to change the place of lunch break to Cong Gang's haunted house.

Along the way, the little guy was all excited. The little mouth was chanting Martian words, and every time he turned around, the little guy hummed happily.

There are no roadblocks, and the road is unobstructed.

Damn it! I'm dead when I die! Do you have to come up with some ghosts to brush your sense of presence? !!

Don't let Lao Tzu catch you, or you will never be born again!

Before brushing her face, Feng Xinglang took a subconscious look at the surrounding environment: Although it was no one, it was not overgrown.

It seems like this has always been the case, as if it has never changed.

Have you overlooked the stubborn vitality of weeds?

Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyebrows slightly, and opened the smart door in the little man's candid scream.

As soon as the door was opened a small gap, the small stuff squeezed in, and went straight through the living room towards the corner.

"Seal worms, you slow down ... be safe!"

Feng Xinglang did not chase Sa Huan's young son, but lay tiredly on the sofa in the living room, which was not very comfortable.

"My dad chatted in the living room for a while ... come to your dad when you are tired."

Feng Xinglang lay on his side, looking really sleepy.

Quiet in the living room. Perhaps the only thing that sounded was the invisible earphones in Feng Xinglang's ears.

"Big ... big ... big bug ... bug ..."

The shouting was accompanied by the footsteps and gasps of the little ones.