Chapter 2164: Who is it for?

Feng Xinglang at the time was really upset!

He wanted to rush forward to slap Cong Gang fiercely, then step on his face with his feet and let him ask for mercy ...

But given that he might not be Cong Gang's opponent in force, Feng Xinglang decided to outsmart him.

This can solve the problem with his brain. Feng Xinglang generally does not use brute force. Because he is a highly intelligent businessman in this civilized world.

To deal with this non-human Cong Gang, IQ is more than enough.

"Zhongzhu ... to make fun of my dad."

Feng Xinglang was chatting with his younger son, and approached Cong Gang, who was holding him in his arms.

Only by approaching Cong Gang can he win the opportunity to surrender Cong Gang. And when he was close to Cong Gang, he could not be suspected.

Feng Xinglang knew that Cong Gang was very alert. It was not easy to attack him.

"Dad, can you stop the bug?"

Compared to the elder son Lin Nuo's favor, this younger son is indeed an alternative. How could you let your biological father not want him? And still begging tone?

"My dad has Nono, and late at night ... don't you be a worm?"

It seems that the little guy also understands a truth: Feng Xinglang is his own father and he is the son of Feng Xinglang.

Another simple meaning is that they were born by their father and mother, and the ownership belongs to their father and mother. But the little guy wanted to give ownership to Big Bugs. Then he can live with the big bug forever.

"That won't work! You are the meat that fell from your dad. How could my dad be willing to leave you alone!"

Feng Xinglang talked to the younger son while approaching Cong Gang successfully. It's a pity that Cong Gang was sitting on a simple sofa, otherwise he could sit with Cong Gang. That would make it easier for him to make a surprise attack.

"How much meat? The little worm gives you back!"

Small things are naive, with a little bit of evil. But how displeased he was to listen to his tone of hope that his dad wanted him?

"All your meat, all your bones, all your blood, including your hair, your nails, etc ... everything is your father's! You belong to your father!"

Feng Xinglang approached, slightly bowed and reached out to caress the little face of his son.

"I'll give you back ... will the worm die?" The little boy's face was a little serious.

"Stupid son, what are you talking about? You don't need to return anything to your dad! But your dad has to give you up! You are the continuation of your dad's life, and another way of living in this world ...

These sensational words were not understood by the children of Feng Zong Chong. The only thing I can understand is that the bastard's dad would not let him be with the big bug!

"Bad daddy! The worm doesn't want you!" The little man said angrily.

"Ok?"

Cong Gang only heard a light hum, and the little man shut up, and cleverly nested in Cong Gang's arms and stopped talking. Still little wayward turned his head, not looking at his own dad.

Someone ’s ‘hmm’ is more useful than the words of his dear… What is the magic of this little thing?

"Good son, my dad is hungry ... go to the kitchen and get a fruit for my dad, okay?"

Worried that he could not move his younger son, Feng Xinglang added: "By the way, get a big fruit for Big Worm! By the way, his mouth is cracked."

The latter sentence was said by Feng Xinglang casually. Because the clumps were just as pale as water, there were no signs of cracking.

Feng Xiaozhe raised her little hand and touched Cong Gang's lips lightly. "I'll get the fruit for the big bug!"

Immediately afterwards, she turned around and trot towards the kitchen attentively.

Then, in the large living room, there were only imperfectly motivated Feng Xinglang, and Crow Gang with low brows.

"Let me lose such a big face in front of company-wide employees ... a lot of sense of accomplishment?"

Feng Xinglang asked with a smile. When he asked, his right hand had been carried into the pocket of his cashmere coat, his movements were leisurely and handsome, and he could not see that he was trying to make a mistake.

"Just as the face of President Feng is so thick that he can run the train, will he care about the employees' opinion of you?"

No doubt, Cong Gang knew Feng Xinglang: some faces, it doesn't matter if Feng Xinglang is not! But some face, he still cares.

For example, his son kisses Cong Gang, but does not kiss him. This makes Feng Xinglang really unacceptable.

"Still Mr. Song Tai knows me! I know I don't care about those worldly views ..."

Feng Xinglang tried to put his left hand on Cong Gang's shoulder ... It was a success. He clearly felt that Cong Gang's body was slightly rigid.

"However, you urged my son not to recognize my dear ... I'm a little bit too much, right?"

In the pockets of the cashmere coat, Feng Xinglang had spread out the small towel infested with the high concentration of anesthesia and medicinal drugs in his palm. Just waiting for Cong Gang to come up with a trick.

"Little bug, has always been your child of Fang Xinglang, I will never take him as my own ..."

Before Cong Gang had promised, Feng Xinglang quickly pulled out the small handkerchief in his pocket and fiercely covered Cong Gang's nose and mouth.

It was a success!

Feng Xinglang successfully covered Cong Gang's nose and mouth with a towel that had been infected with the medicinal solution; and he saw Cong Gang's chest breathing and undulating!

It means that he has inhaled the contaminated liquid on the hand towel. Xing Shishi told him that this is a high concentration and it only takes ten seconds to work.

But for a non-human like Cong Gang, for the sake of safety, it took Feng Xinglang a full twenty seconds to release the clamp on Cong Gang.

Feeling that Cong Gang was struggling, and his eyes glared down, Feng Xinglang slowly released his hand, and Cong Gang's body collapsed on the sofa.

"Dog stuff, you have it today too! Dare to play Lao Tzu ... your mother is a bit tender!"

Feng Xinglang was panting, after all, the raid and restraining Cong Gang was an extremely laborious task.

Hearing the bastard's dad scolding the big bug again, the little boy immediately ran out holding the fruit in his arms.

What you can see is another sight!

When Feng Xinglang was swearing with pride, the flaccid Cong on the sofa opened his sharp eyes momentarily ...

Someone's 'bad' hadn't had time to exit yet, Cong Gang had picked up the towel that was thrown on the ground, and covered Feng Xinglang with a whirlwind speed and a way of applying the other way. Mouth and nose, all in one go.

But Feng Xinglang withdrew only after taking a breath. Cong Gang can determine that this is a high-concentration purified medicinal solution. Just inhaling the lungs is enough to suffocate Fengxinglang.

"Cong ... Cong Gang ... you ... you **** me?"

The gas drawn into the lungs was too late to spit out. Not to mention a small amount of contamination on the nose and mouth.

"Aren't you playing this trick ... Still playing? Childish?"

Cong Gang just sat down aside, and his breath agitated slightly. Although there was not a large amount of inhalation, there was a residue in his nose and mouth.

"..." Have you ever played? Why don't you remember!

Later, Feng Xinglang fell into a deep sleep.

"Big bug ..." the little man murmured.

"Don't come over! Go get a wet towel for Big Bugs." Cong Gang was also weak. He is not God after all.

The little boy immediately ran his legs and ran towards the bathroom, and brought a towel that was still dripping.

"Big bug, warm." The little guy also thoughtfully used warm water.

Cong Gang wiped away the remaining liquid on his nose and nose, then lowered his eyes as if to ease this psychedelic.

Seeing his dad lying motionless on the ground, the little guy came forward and probed Fengfeng Xinglang's breath with his little finger.

"Daddy huh!" It turned out that his dad just fell asleep.

"Little bug, get back a towel and wipe your face clean for your dad."

...

Ten minutes later, the big and the small on the single sofa were not father and son, but two people who were better than the father and son, so quietly staring at someone on the opposite double sofa who was sleeping loudly.

Even thinking of assaulting him? And also use the bad tricks that have been used before?

Of course, Feng Xinglang is not invincible! At least two wins over Cong!

"Little bug, you said, did we throw out your dad ... or did we cook it? Or ... sold him?"

The villain in his arms is exceptionally well-behaved. Cong had just slept, and he followed; while Cong had been quiet, he could be quiet.

It's really sexually similar, and Xi is close.

"Sell it!" The little guy made a choice.

It should be felt that throwing out your dad alone at night is not suitable, and the smelly dad must not be delicious. Can't eat either. Mummy will be sad if you eat it.

Only sold!

"Who can it be sold to?" Cong Gang caressed the little guy's head, waiting for the metabolism of anesthesia in the body.

"Sell to ..."

The little boy pursed his lips and thought for a while, and really thought of him: "Sell it to Nono's grandpa!"

"Well ... that's a really good idea! It can also raise the year-end awards of your employees for your dad ... it's a killer!"

If someone in the drowsiness heard that his biological son was discussing with an outsider how to sell his dear ... I'm afraid he could explode his lungs!

"Little bug, in fact, your dear has something to say, it is still correct. You are indeed another way of being in this world! It is the continuation of his life!"

Cong Gang caressed the little fellow's seemingly incomprehensible face, "Your dear loves you as much as you like the big bug! Your dear loves you ... loved so much that he could give his life for you, and also No matter! "

Although this analogy is not very appropriate, it is very intuitive. Let the little guy understand the love of his father and father Feng Xinglang most clearly.

"Little bugs love big bugs ..." After the little guy murmured, he nestled neatly into Cong Gang's arms.

"Little bug, after you have successfully sold your dad, you have to go back to your dad and your mum, where is your home."

"No bugs ..."

The little boy burst into tears, "The little bug wants to be with the big bug ... will be good!"

"Don't cry! Take back your tears and talk to me again!"

Cong just hoisted small things to the ground. Then he turned his head away from looking at him. In the large living room, only the sobbing sound of the little guy and the breath of Feng Xinglang were heard.