Chapter 2133: Obediently drinking bottle

After a tepid answer to Yan Bang, Feng Xinglang hung up the phone.

It is obviously useless to say anything to Yan Bang now!

"Big bug?"

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Feng Zheworm gently dangled his father's clothes with his little hand. The clear eyes were full of hopeful light.

"Not a big bug!"

Feng Xinglang leaned down and pecked gently on the forehead of his younger son, "What do you think of a big bug?"

The little man nodded weakly. Then he turned his head and looked out of his window quietly.

Feng Xinglang knelt down on one knee, resting his chin on the younger son's shoulder, trying to look at the little guy's eyes to see his world.

Except for the dark gray, dark blue sky, there is no other scene that can be seen.

"If Little Worm really wants Big Worm ... Daddy has a way to get him back immediately." Feng Xinglang kissed the little son's cool little face.

The little guy's melancholy eyes lit up again, glanced at his smiling dad, and then murmured: "Little bugs don't believe it!"

"How about playing with your dad? Okay, you're in your dad's account!"

Feng Xinglang looked up at the dark sky, "In three days, if that bug doesn't come back, how about I be your son?"

There is not much interest in this kind of child who is the son of Feng Zong.

"The big bug is back ... the little bug is good!"

The mode of dialogue between father and son is completely different from one frequency.

"That's the deal! My dad got the **** bug back, and the little one just obediently!" The father and son reached an agreement so happily.

The little guy is full of hope, but he doesn't believe the dad who promises at every turn!

"Lang, who's on the phone?"

In order to avoid embarrassment, Bai Mo turned to Feng Xinglang, who came over with the worm in her arms.

"Your brother!" Feng Xinglang responded truthfully.

"Bang brother? Bang brother remembers you?" Bai Mo asked in surprise.

"Do you think there is a switch in your mind? If you want to lose memory, lose it, if you want to restore it, restore it?" Feng Xinglang hummed.

"That's not thinking of you? Then what did he call you for?" Bai Mo was a little lost.

"Talk about the King of the Southern City!" Feng Xinglang replied casually.

"Hmm ..." Bai Mo sighed longly. "Once the Iron Triangle ... It's so scattered! Really make things!"

"It's not making things that make people, it's making people people! Your kid can be ruthless to interrupt my leg, and it's a matter of time to break up with friends!" Feng Xinglang said a few words silently.

"Lang Ge, I apologize to you sincerely, why are you still holding my pigtails! I have no weight!"

Bai Mo's fallacy is: he can do wrong by himself, but others must be forgiven! Otherwise, the weight is small.

"If it weren't for the blossoming face, I really want to kick you into the Pacific!" Feng Xinglang gave Bai Mo a cold look.

"Sister-in-law, look at Lango, more and more careful!"

Seeing why he could not seal Xinglang, Bai Mo sued Lin Xueluo.

"You hurt your Lange like this, I can forgive you and Langge, sitting at the same table with you and talking about wine, it's all about brotherhood and girlfriends' love! It's beyond your reach! "

Snow fell, of course, toward his husband. After all, she didn't know the truth.

It's late.

Feng Xinglang in the study on the third floor downloaded an encrypted video file from GK's server.

After browsing the video file, the smile on the corner of his lips slowly raised: dog stuff, such a low body fat rate? What do you usually eat? fruit? vegetables? In such a life without words, Feng Xinglang didn't want to spend a day!

With the mouse, Feng Xinglang took a full body photo from the video with his mobile phone and sent it to someone!

Dog stuff, in addition to your three-legged cat effort, playing with Lao Tzu, you are too young!

Matching the picture, Feng Xinglang also sent someone a text: [Little bug misses you! You can return within three days! Otherwise, these videos and pictures will be played continuously in the commercial street for 24 hours! ]

Seriously, Feng Xinglang couldn't stand the eyes of his younger son. The staring look.

From small to large, Feng Xinglang spent his childhood under the stick of Feng Yishan. It can be said that his childhood is a history of blood and tears.

So after Feng Xinglang became a father, he wished to give all his father's love to his three children.

The eldest son cares for him; the youngest daughter loves him; and the younger son ... seems to turn a blind eye to his pet! There is a feeling of being unlovable and unlovable! The rest can only do what they want!

Feng Xinglang's love for his youngest son can't let go; but watching his younger son lie prone at the floor-to-ceiling window every day, not only his wife looks distressed, he also follows his heart!

I should n’t have helped my younger son get a name!

Is there a cocoon to bind yourself? !!

Is it for yourself? !!

Annoyed and annoyed, but Feng Xinglang warmly welcomes the arrival of his youngest son!

The little one is about to have a birthday, and it is a birthday gift for the little ones!

Walking out of Fengxinglang in the study, a little sleepy. As he passed the staircase, he thought of shutting himself in the room all day.

The elder brother and Ran Ran believed that the oldest son Nono sent the bear dim sum to Tuan Tuan, but Feng Xinglang felt that those dim sums were more like being eaten by the oldest son.

In front of the princess's room on the second floor, Feng Xinglang raised his hand to knock the door, but was still in the air.

Thinking about this arrogant child should be hungry for a long time and there should be no major problems! If she can't figure it out subjectively, no matter how others persuade, she can only say more than useless.

Hungry, hungry!

Hunger can calm her down! Calm down to think seriously!

In short, the half-breast child in Da Ranran's belly must accept it!

But this child still made Feng Xinglang feel distressed. But even her distress could not grow her selfishness!

Feng Xinglang gave up the comfort of entering the room, but left Feng Tuantuan enough time and space to figure out these things on his own.

In the master bedroom on the third floor, Xue Luo was sleeping on the big bed with her young son. But when Feng Xinglang entered the house, he found that the little boy fell asleep on the chaise longue in front of the window.

"Smelly boy, do you know that you are in the heart of your father and father!" Feng Xinglang carefully held his young son into his arms.

This evening, Feng Xinglang did not go to hold the baby girl in the crib, but instead gave his younger son Feng Zenghuo his arms.

...

The next morning.

Feng Xinglang was woken up by Gong's little son.

"咚 Da ... 咚 Da ... 咚 Da ..."

The little thing ripped off his pajamas, and dangled on his smooth chest, as if listening to his heartbeat.

Feng Xinglang petted the younger son's head pettingly, "Good boy ... good morning!"

"The big bug said, dead people, there won't be 'ticks' here!" The little guy poked at Xinglang's heart with his little finger.

"What thought did the dead bug instill in you?"

Feng Xinglang turned to his side and took the younger son into his arm. "But the worm is right: if the person is dead, it won't be 'tick' here! So, we must cherish every day we live Happy, happy! "

Feng Xinglang kissed his little son's baby fat face, "Zug, the time that belongs to you has just begun! Daddy wants you to be healthy and happy."

The little boy nested in the arms of his dad for a while and then murmured, "I miss the bug!"

"Dad knows!" Feng Xinglang stroked the younger son's back, "Daddy will do as you wish!"

"Thank dear! Little Worm loves dear!" The little guy returned to Feng Xinglang with a loud kiss.

But this kind of parent-child relationship hasn't lasted long, and Feng Xinglang was called by the faint daughter from downstairs to cry in the evening.

"Zhongzhe, you get up yourself, your dad goes downstairs to see her sister later! Why are you crying?"

Feng Xinglang released the little son in his arms, and Lisuo leaped up without even having to wear slippers, and ran downstairs barefoot.

Obviously, he couldn't manage to love only one of his children!

As he passed by the second floor, he glanced at the sealed princess room and found that the door to the room was open.

I was going to go in and visit the niece who was hungry for a day yesterday, but was dragged away by her daughter's cry.

It seems that in the face of his own daughter and niece, Feng Xinglang didn't have to choose at all.

"Late night, why are you crying? Mommy? Didn't I give you milk?"

As soon as her daughter cried, Feng Xinglang's first reaction was that his wife didn't feed him.

"Xinglang, you just came downstairs, I plan to milk every night!" Xue Luo was trying to feed her daughter complementary food.

"Separate milk late? Lin Xueluo, are you crazy?"

Feng Xinglang's words brought obvious anger. "How old are you late? Do you want to milk her?"

"It's been more than nine months since your baby daughter! Our family has been milking for six months! And she just bit me!"

Xue Luo put the baby spoon back into the small bowl and answered her husband's question seriously.

"Can this son be the same as his daughter?" Feng Xinglang hummed.

"How is it different?" Lin Xuelu asked back.

"Bite you late and late, it's because she has baby teeth and itchy teeth. I bought her a molar rod." Feng Xinglang softened his attitude.

"The point is that your daughter refuses to use a molar rod to grind her teeth, but must grind her teeth on me!"

Xue Luo asked straightforwardly: "Feng Xinglang, you can just say: Are you distressed about your wife? Or distressed about your daughter? Choose one!"

"The eldest son agrees to wean the younger sister! I dare to bite my mummy, we have to wean her! Obediently drink a bottle!" Feng Lin Nuo Xiaonuannan stood on the mummy's side.

"Boss, what mess do you add to you? What have you done? Have you finished calligraphy? Will ancient poems be memorized?" Feng Xinglang threatened.

When staring at the eldest son, he found that the niece was sitting at the table and eating breakfast in silence. Noisy and noisy, looks extraordinarily well-behaved.

Did the little thing figure it out? But according to the character of small things, it should not be able to figure it out so quickly! Feng Xinglang always felt that this girl was a little quiet today. Instead, she has long been united with Brother Nono.