Chapter 2161: This is slavery

That night, Feng Xinglang slept extremely hard.

Seems like I haven't been able to sleep like this for a long time.

Wake up without shouting, without urging, without interruption!

In short, it was a luxury for him!

When Feng Xinglang opened his eyes and woke up, the room was still dark because of the curtains.

Very suitable for sleeping environment.

I thought it was too early, and wanted to subconsciously fumble for the watch on the bedside for a while, glanced at the time, and immediately jumped off the bed.

Is this ten o'clock in the evening or ten o'clock in the morning?

Definitely the latter. Because at ten o'clock last night, he was still on his way to Qibei Mountain City.

With so many high-tech equipment in this haunted house, this broken curtain has to be pulled manually? !! Don't you think it's very low?

But also in line with Cong Gang's personality! When he turned back to wear the watch by the bed, Feng Xinglang found some clues: for example, his clothes were actually taken from the floor tiles in the bathroom to the sofa next to the bed, and they were still neatly stacked; His phone was

People turned off the machine!

Feng Xinglang picked up the stacked clothes on the sofa and sniffed. It was washed and dried?

Who the **** did it?

Definitely not a conch girl! It should be Cong Gang's guy!

Is it ... is he really moved by his words last night? He actually believed that he really wanted to make peace with him?

What did you think of, Feng Xinglang rushed out of the bedroom and dashed all the way downstairs.

The messy downstairs living room was actually cleaned? Almost spotless!

Are n’t you dreaming? Didn't it dazzle?

Last night's mud and water flowed, scattered flowers and grass, and broken pots and pots, all of them were cleaned up!

If it weren't for the curtain that he had lit most of the time and still hung in ruins, Feng Xinglang had an illusion that he had never happened before.

"Cong Gang ... Cong Gang? Bugs ... bugs ..."

Feng Xinglang called Cong Gang twice and called two younger sons without getting any response.

Did you leave again? Still hiding?

Feng Xinglang saw the blank piece of paper beside his feet, and an arrow was drawn on the blank piece of paper. An arrow pointing to the kitchen.

He bent over and picked up the white paper with arrows, the cartoon style was more like a child's hand.

Was it painted by the youngest son, Worm?

Feng Xinglang faintly remembers that while his leg was still undergoing corrective surgery and was hospitalized, his youngest son showed his talent for painting.

Last time it seemed like I was drawing ... big bugs and small bugs? !! Another memory that made Feng Xinglang angry!

Did the little guy hide himself in the kitchen?

Fengxing Langjian walked towards the kitchen. The kitchen door was opened after a string of digital codes was pressed.

Not only did someone come in to the kitchen, but he also left him breakfast on the bar: a smiling little yellow man with a mango grain on his plate; and an insulated lunch box. Feng Xinglang looked at the little yellow man's smiling face pattern, and his mouth slowly rose up: the mango grains were cut very regularly, but the plate was a bit messy and childish. He even thought of the picture of his younger son playing with these mango seeds.

Love filial piety!

Open the insulated lunch box, there are actually four layers.

The first layer is bacon shrimp rolls; the second layer is two boiled eggs; the third layer is a bowl of small yellow rice porridge?

servility!

This is slavery!

No matter how troubled he was, he could not wait for him like a grandson.

Feng Xinglang's lips raised a contemptuous smile: Uncle Ben or your uncle!

He squeezed a piece of bacon and shrimp rolls and stuffed it into his mouth. He took another sip of small yellow rice porridge, and Feng Xinglang went to get the bottom compartment.

Didn't you eat it, but turned out to be a player in a waterproof bag?

Holding it in his hand and glancing around, Feng Xinglang pressed the play button, and the sound of his younger son Feng Zengworm immediately came out.

"Daddy, you have to be obedient ... no noise, no noise, no fierceness, no smashing of flowers and flowers ... be a good dad!"

The little guy sniffed his nose and went on to say, "The little worm cleaned up so tired ... I didn't sleep for one night ... Daddy than would it hurt the little worm?"

Dog stuff, even let his son clean up? This is using child labor too! !! !!

It seemed to know that my dad would get angry, and the little guy added: "Daddy is better than not getting angry ... you are born of the worm, the worm is always your son! The worm loves you, oh!"

These latter words, Feng Xinglang still love to listen.

Although he knew that he had limited energy and had made the determination to spend 24 hours with his younger son, he always planned to keep up with the change and inadvertently delayed his determination. Do not blame his wife for complaining.

Feng Xinglang also had to admit that the critical period of the younger son's speech could not be delayed. And living with Cong Gang is also a good way. It's just that he is unwilling to be a dad! But they couldn't help it!

Sometimes Feng Xinglang also wants to save himself into several: one to make money to run the company; one to accompany his wife and children at home; one to realize his ideals when he was young ...

Well, one more time to go and spend 24 hours with my little son!

Feng Xinglang played the sentence in a loop: "Dad is not angry ... you are born of the worm, the worm will always be your son!" Little bug loves you, oh! ]

Whether it's the little one's own subjective consciousness, such warm words are really warm to listen to.

Feeling relieved, Feng Xinglang ate all the breakfast. Including those two bland boiled eggs.

Before leaving, Feng Xinglang thought of something, and then turned back to the kitchen, and wanted to take a small jar of peeled Brazilian pine nuts from the refrigerator, but found that there was an extra jar of pine nuts in the refrigerator without the time .

When holding the small jar of pine nuts in the palm of his hand, Feng Xinglang's eyebrows were heavier: Was it stripped overnight? Although it is only half a jar, it takes a lot of time!

Suddenly cheerful!

...

Just after Feng Xinglang sat down in the president's office, his elder brother Feng Lixin called.

"Xinglang, how did you handle GK's hacking?"

"How do you know this? It seems I don't want to be famous!" Feng Xinglang laughed at himself.

"It was sent to me by the boy Bai Mona! I have told him not to show it everywhere!" Feng Lixin sighed slightly.

"You don't have to tell the kid! Let him go to Zhang Yang!" Feng Xinglang said in disapproval.

"... Xinglang, are you confused?" Feng Lixin didn't understand his brother's anger words.

"Do you think that‘ I Feng Xinglang is a scum ', you can confuse me? ”Feng Xinglang sneered,“ Your brother ’s mental quality is not that bad! ”

"Okay, you don't care about pretending! I know you're too angry, I just want to comfort you!" Feng Lixin thinks this should be the younger brother Feng Xing's irritation.

"I'm so mad! Even if I put the tag" I'm scum "on my head, I can't change the fact that I am their president! Do they have to respect me?" Feng Xinglang hum Smiled.

"It seems you're fine ..." Feng Lixin was relieved. "I'm still worried that you can't adjust yourself! It seems my worry is unnecessary! By the way, did you call the police?"

"What's the police report! Just a little prank! None of those important documents!"

"Did your kid offend anyone again?"

Feng Lixin asked, "You were beaten by Bai Mo last time, and you have been lying in the hospital for more than half a month, but it didn't take long! But don't offend anyone! But I asked Bai Silence, he said that he did not do it this time! "

"Battered by Bai Mo? Hehe! Feng Lixin, do you think you can beat me like Bai Mo?" Feng Xinglang sneered.

"Then who lay in the hospital for more than half a month and suffered from pain?" Feng Lixin asked back.

"..." It's really inconvenient to say something. "Well, my dear brother, I will remember your words!"

"Xinglang, if there is a need for funds, brother here is a bit, you use it first."

"I don't need it! What about your money? Leave it to your son! You have two children and two mothers, and you spend more money than I do!"

Feng Xinglang rejected Feng Lixin's kindness. He knew that Feng Lixin was not easy to run Feng's.

"Smelly boy, do you look down on this little money from brother?" Feng Lixin reprimanded.

"Well, look down!" Feng Xinglang smiled.

"Shit boy, I found that you are a white-eyed wolf! I'm too lazy to comfort you! Hang up!"

Feng Lixin has long been used to quarreling with his brother Feng Xinglang. The relationship between their brothers was forged with blood and life!

[Dad is not angry ... you were born to the worm, the worm will always be your son! Little bug loves you, oh! ]

Listening to the message from the youngest son, Feng Xinglang's eyes softly showed the soft light of love: Little things, do you know that your dad really misses you!

When I think, I really miss it!

However, the little fellow's sense of presence at home was too low, and he was ignored by his dad when he was inattentive.

With this in mind, Feng Xinglang thought of his daughter. Because of the company that came directly, he hasn't held his daughter late today. He then thought about asking Xing Shishi to send his wife and daughter to the company to hug him and pet him.

"Wife, I miss you ... come to the company with you late, I want to hug you!"

"What hug, I'm busy." The snowfall on the phone seemed a little puzzled.

"Xue Luo, what are you busy with?" Feng Xinglang frowned.

"This afternoon there is a fund-raising event in the orphanage. I will meet with the blossoms and go to the orphanage together!" Xue Luo told the truth.

"What about fundraising? Didn't you just have a big fundraising?"

Why don't the current welfare homes have to be raised by the door and thrown away one after another in the society?

"You don't know how many sick children there are in orphanages! Many of them are seriously ill and abandoned by their parents."

"Parents don't want to bear the burden, just leave it to society?" Feng Xinglang asked rhetorically.

"Xinglang, can you be more loving? If their parents can afford it, will they be willing to abandon their own flesh and blood?" "Abandon it if you can't afford it? This is called abandonment!"