Chapter 2163: I can't kill you!

It's just hard to please!

Even if he was yelled by his own son, Hetun was not angry; he also packed Feng Xinglang with some snacks for him to take as a supper.

How horrible he was to Feng Xinglang at the beginning, how humble he is now.

Of course, Hetun didn't even realize he was humble. Someone cheekily followed Hetun.

As soon as Feng Xinglang stepped out of the villa's living room, Xing Shiliang followed him and stuffed a sealed thing in his hand.

"High-purity, it takes effect in at most ten seconds! A cow can get down!" Xing XII then asked curiously, "Prince Xing, who are you trying to engage in? Although this thing has low volatility, But when you use it, you need to bring a little tricks! Besides, who do you want to do, I can do it for you! In case you

My elder father was upset again when I met him! "

All in all, Xing Shier is still the most distressed. Feeling that the elder father is so old, he has to worry about Feng Xinglang's "negative son".

In fact, Feng Xinglang didn't think about letting Xing Shiliang help them. However, I still feel that the resentment between myself and Cong Gang has not risen to the point that others will intervene!

Therefore, Feng Xinglang said casually: "I play Bai Mo that kid!"

This casually said that Xing Shiliang still believed. Because the kindness and resentment between Prince Xing and Bai Mo has a long history.

"Do you want to engage in Baimo?" Xing Shierzhuang seemed disappointed. "Just one tenth is enough! I thought you were going to be a big man like Song Thai or Yan Bang!"

"I ... I'm doing what they do, and I'm not full enough to support it!" Feng Xinglang perfunctoryly.

Fortunately, he responded fast enough and blurted out a Bai Molai, otherwise Xing Shiliang must not break the casserole and ask to the end.

In fact, Xing Twelve had guessed right. Feng Xinglang took this high-concentration drug, which was used to make Cong Gang.

When he left Beishan City this morning, he left a message for Cong Gang, saying that he missed his youngest son and would go to see the insects tomorrow night.

The tone of the message is quite low. In view of Cong Gang's acceptance of his ‘reconciliation’, presumably he should be able to see his younger son smoothly tomorrow night.

When Feng Xinglang got on the bus, Ba Song also listened to his Thai songs. Alas, it sounds like Feng Xinglang can goosebumps.

Seeing Feng Xinglang getting on the bus, Ba Song immediately turned off the music. He knew that President Feng did not like Thai songs. Said that whether it is male or female, can be associated with the shemale.

"Mr. Feng, haven't received Grandpa Nuo?"

To Ba Song, Feng Xinglang only said that he had come to pick up his eldest son, Feng Linnuo.

"Stink boy with a bad temper! Say I'm eccentric! Do you say that the palms of the hands are not all meat? How could a parent not love his own child?" Feng Xinglang whispered a few words.

"Although the palms and backs of the palms are all meat, the amount of meat is different, the thickness is different, and the colors are more different! The backs of the hands are mostly used for drying, and the palms are mostly used to hold things hard ... the difference is big!" Bar Soong said.

Feng Xinglang felt that Ba Song's words made some sense. Of course, one loves his own hands. However, there is a certain difference in the degree of love between the palm of the hand and the back of the hand.

After a slight sigh, Feng Xinglang began to rest with his eyes closed.

He could throw his eldest son to Hetun, but he couldn't accept the younger son to Cong Gang.

It's not just because of a biological blood relationship with Hetun.

Starting from the depths of his soul, Feng Xinglang is actually a man with a lot of affection and good intentions. Maybe he and Hetun couldn't be affectionate in this life, but leaving his eldest son to be a filial piety to Hetun is also benevolent.

Hetun's increasing wrinkles and white hair are still a bit dazzling. Everyone will make mistakes, and there will be a day of aging ...

"By the way, Mr. Feng, I heard that you arrested my boss yesterday afternoon? Didn't you catch it? I didn't help my boss to blow it, it was just Xing Shishi, it's really impossible!"

Ba Song glanced at President Feng in the rearview mirror. "In my opinion, I think you'll leave the second son to my boss! My boss promises to treat the second son better than his own!"

"Stop over! Then you roll off!" Feng Xinglang squinted.

"Okay, I shut up immediately!" Along the way, Ba Songshi said nothing about current affairs.

Originally, Feng Xinglang wanted to persuade Ba Song to explain where Cong Gang lived these days. Taking into account the three unknown Ba Songs, he was too lazy to ask him again.

He had a hunch: the peaceful Cong Gang should let him see his younger son.

When he returned to Fengjia, his wife and daughter had fallen asleep; Mo's housekeeper waited in the living room as usual.

No matter how late the two young masters of Fengjia came back, as long as he didn't say anything, he would wait in the living room. This is also a habit he has developed over the years. There will always be a lamp for Master Feng's family who returns late.

"Lao Mo, why haven't you slept yet? Your elder brother is no longer young, so you need to take care of your body!" Feng Xinglang was grateful for the wait of Mo butler. Although the identity of Lao Mo is steward, in the eyes of the two young masters of the Feng family, he is already half a father. Especially after Mo Ranran married the young master Feng Lixin,

Identity is one step closer.

"Master Second, you are back. Work is hard!" Mo Butler came up to take the briefcase in the hands of Master Two, "I'll get you some supper, you can eat and sleep."

"No! Xueluo are they all right?" Feng Xinglang sat tiredly on the sofa.

"It's all right. At dinner, I'm still calling Dad all night long! But Xue Luo and Ran Ran amused them!"

"How about Tuan Tuan? How are these days?" Feng Xinglang asked again.

"TuanTuan is also very good. I know a lot about it. Just asked Brother Nono at dinner today ..." Be attentive! You are the half dad of my brother and I, so you can share more for us! "Every time Feng Xinglang speaks, it makes people feel emotional

Motion and gratitude.

"Yes, yes, this is my duty!" Mo butler nodded again and again. "Don't be too tired! Please have a few more nanny, you have to serve Ran Ran and Xue Luo! And my brother, you also have to take care of it! But you ca n’t neglect my brother because of your grandson! I'm your son-in-law. How eccentric you are, I

It's not jealous! "

A humorous man has infinite charm.

"Master Ye, wherever you are, I respect you and Master Ye." Master Ye's words were very comfortable when he heard the words.

"What do you respect? Love! Be love as your own son!"

"Yes, yes!" The butler Mo answered well.

After going upstairs, someone unconsciously put the heart-baby baby who was sleeping alone in the crib onto the big bed.

"Late night ... My dear's good daughter ... called Dad ..." Feng Xinglang carefully kissed his daughter's fleshy face, "Did you ever want to kiss your dad at home with your mom? Dad really wanted to I miss you so much ... I do n’t hold you all day, my dad has itchy hands and his heart is itchy! Why do you say you are so cute?

... how dad can't hold you enough, dear you can't hold you ... good late, you're a dad's sweetheart ... "

The snow that had not slept yet was disturbed by the man's affectionate intimacy. But she didn't open her eyes or interrupt, but just listened to her husband and daughter's love words quietly.

Everyone said that his daughter was the little lover of his father's previous life. This is too ... too sensational? Do you feel itchy if you do n’t hold it for a day?

Why didn't the man think about this: the oldest son was left by Hetun; the youngest son was with Cong again ... is the daughter born to the man, and the two sons are dispensable? I haven't seen a man like this who drowned two sons!

"Evening night, when you reach the age of one, your dad will buy you a villa, decorated in the style of a fairy tale castle ..."

"I'll buy you a private jet again. My family must be able to travel late and late!"

"By the way, I heard that you like to eat cantaloupe ... When the cantaloupe matures, let's move to Turpan, where the temperature difference between day and night is large and the light time is long, the honeydew is the best to eat ..."

Snow fell a bit inaudible. This daughter is a treasure in the palm, and the son is a weed?

Seriously, Xue Luo didn't see her husband so close when she held her young son!

Isn't it wrong for someone? I thought that when the wormworm kid was born, someone was so affectionate.

...

Another busy day.

Feng Xinglang, who was too busy, glanced at his watch. It was already over eight in the evening.

Thinking of his agreement with his youngest son, Feng Xinglang hurried to Qibei Mountain City without eating the supper bought by Wendy.

At the moment when the light was on in the villa, the corners of Feng Xinglang's lips were raised: **** can teach!

This guy is so deceived that he really believes he made peace with him!

Speaking and speaking, but it does not prevent Feng Xinglang from recovering a fairness for himself: Is it that he has lost such a big face in front of the employees of the company, should he have to compensate him for some mental loss?

The smart door is open. Far away, Feng Xinglang heard the joyful laughter of his younger son.

It feels like a child! Even his dad felt that way.

"Zhongzhu ... miss your dad?"

Feng Xinglang wanted to brew a gentleman's face with a numbness; but when he saw the young boy's lively figure, he couldn't help laughing.

"I miss dad ..."

The little guy screamed sweetly, and then happily rushed towards his dad at the door.

how about it? Or is it better to have blood than water? No matter how diligent your Cong Gang is, he can't compare to his dear!

But ... but the little guy was about a metre away from squatting with arms wide open to embrace his dear, but suddenly stopped, turned around, and ran back at a speed that could not cover his ears. To Cong Gang's side.

Feng Xinglang didn't want to fish! The point is that he didn't expect the little thing to run back suddenly.

"The worm doesn't want to break the dear!"

That's how the arms fall apart! The little son who ran towards him ran away again!

Then, Feng Xinglang had to face up to Cong Gang with his young son on the sofa!

A laid-back sitting posture, with a light, cloud-like look; Except for the villain in his arms, all sentient beings in the world have no relationship with him at all.