Chapter 2193: Postscript 11

Seeing Xiao An'an had been staring at her husband pitifully, but the snow fell so painfully decided to use 'domestic violence' to help Xiao An An.

"Feng Xinglang, if you dare not eat, I will not let you hold you late for a month!"

Xue Luo took Xiao'an's mango on the table, and after tearing a piece of flesh peel, she stuffed it into her husband's mouth.

Before Feng Xinglang had time to speak, he was blocked by the mango stuffed by his wife.

A good demonstration of what is called ‘one thing, one thing’!

"An An, uncle has eaten the mango you sent, he has forgiven you!"

Squatting down to the snow falling in front of Xiao An'an was already a smile of loving mother-in-law. Looking at Xiao An'an of Gao Leng Fan'er, Xue really liked it and couldn't say the pain.

After seeing Feng Xinglang eating the mango she gave, An An immediately turned around and ran back.

"An An ... wait for the worm." The feng worm child chased immediately to accompany him.

Watching the younger son ran away with Xiao Anan, and Xue Luo was full of tenderness: the younger son finally came out of his autistic world! He has people he likes, people who want to care and love!

The next second, a gray casual outfit Cong Gang appeared in front of everyone. He came and asked his daughter to send Feng Xinglang a mango for apology.

The brown-colored glasses make the cold Cong Gang look a little warm to his father. Then she carried her daughter, who flew towards him in one arm, into her arms.

"Mr. Song Tai, you are welcome to come here, it's really brilliant! Please inside!"

As soon as Cong appeared, Bai Mo, a dong, greeted him. Bai Mo not only admired Cong Gang, but also quite admired it.

Feng Lixin immediately rose to welcome him. Only Feng Xinglang was lazily sitting on a wicker chair eating his mango.

That gesture seems to be expressing: no matter how respectful others are to you, you are just my follower of Feng Xinglang. Be clear about who you are and keep your master and servant's proportions.

"Brother Cong, you have raised An An so well that you can be so independent from an early age ... I really envy it!"

Xue Luo came forward and smiled.

"Cong ... Cong Xiong ... I have heard of your name for a long time, and today I saw that you are really extraordinary! It is cold enough and cool enough!" Mo Ranran admired Cong Gang, who had very few words, so he said The incoherence rose: "I ... I really like your family, An An ... Would you like to see my family? Little gentleman! Quiet and well-behaved, with your family An An ... or ... still

It's a perfect match! "

"What kind of match? Aberdeen is only two or three months okay! My family bugs are the same age as An An, they are the best match!"

Although he is sloppy and has a good relationship on weekdays, for his little son, Xue Luo did not give up, but he fought hard.

"It depends on who An An likes?"

Mo Ranran took Tsai Tsai out of the stroller and tried to let Xiao An'an in Cong Gang's arms see it.

"Yes, yes, An An is only two years old. It's really too early for you to talk about the match!"

Yuan Duotuo's implication is: Anyway, we have to wait for my family Tutu to be born and talk about this topic!

"Mr. Cong, see how popular your daughter is ... you should have more!"

With his brother Feng Xinglang for a long time, Feng Lixin also learned to humor his own words.

"Actually, people like me don't have children ... maybe tired, they want to draw warmth from children! It's selfish and irresponsible!"

Cong Gang's words of self-reflection and self-criticism still sounded sincere. Maybe for him, letting An An be born is a very selfish act in this life!

At least Feng Xinglang thinks so!

"Mr. Song Tai's presence is really enough for Mr. Bai's face!"

The answer was Feng Xinglang. His face was smirking and smiling. On the surface, his words were raising Cong Gang.

"No! Mr. Song, I am thankful and welcome again for your coming."

On formal occasions, Bai Mo's cooperation with Feng Xinglang was quite tacit.

"Mosan, you are younger than Mr. Song Tai ... if you don't mind, you can call Mr. Song a third brother!"

Feng Xinglang's understatement is still very informative.

First of all, he wanted Cong Gang to come in his circle with Bai Mo, and still have a brotherhood! Secondly, Cong Gang can only be Bai Mo's third brother, and he has to be called second brother, which is considered to be the ability to overpower him.

As for Yan Bang ... Feng Xinglang is still used to keeping his place in the subtle.

Bai Mo was still quite resourceful, so he immediately changed his name to Chao Conggang and said, "Good brother!"

To be able to talk to Cong Gang as a brother or a brother is, of course, Bai Mo's extravagant hope.

Cong Gang didn't answer in a hurry, but looked at Feng Xinglang, who was sitting on the rattan chair in a lazy manner and ‘seeing the show’. He thought that Feng Xinglang would ‘toss' him, but he did n’t think it would be such a way to toss.

If you recognize Bai Mo's "four younger brothers", does it mean that you have to entangle with these irrelevant people? !!

"I can't be your third brother! I'm not qualified to be your third brother! I like a free life, sorry!"

Cong Gang refused so stiffly. It was a little embarrassing to make Bai Mo. It's really embarrassing.

Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes for a moment, and a faint smile appeared on the corners of his lips. But couldn't read what he intended.

"Mr. Song, don't you give us total face ?!" Feng Xinglang hummed coldly.

Since Cong just wanted to be this wicked man, let him go all the way to the ground! Don't give him the chance to turn around! "Thank you, Mr. Feng, you just lifted me up! But you can't stab your brother, Mr. Bai! You know that I have many enemies. Whoever is my brother will only be dragged down by me, and even kill me! You I have to hang up with President Bai and think about myself

Are you alone in Shencheng? "

Cong Gang whispered lightly, ‘Come on, let ’s hurt each other’!

Feng Xinglang's lips cornered slightly: Although he was angry at Cong Gang's cavity, he seemed to be very satisfied with his behavior ...

He Cong Gang can only be his person! Others can't get in touch with him, and he can't beat others! Only obediently recognize him as the only master!

Feng Xinglang and Cong Gang's ruthless cold words fell into the eyes of everyone, and they really panicked!

If words can kill people, I am afraid that it is already a sword and sword, and blood is dripping!

"Brother Cong, you ... you misunderstood! My family Xinglang didn't mean this ... he ... he really wanted to be your friend and brother!"

Xue Luo quickly stopped her husband to confront Cong Gang's tit-for-tat. And there are so many children in there, it's not good to fight around.

"Yes, Mr. Song, my Lange, he really wants us to be brothers!" Bai Mo immediately took over Xueluo's words.

"Just a joke ..."

Feng Xing Langla murmured with a long voice, "Bai Mo, people like Cong Gang who have eaten for a long time, don't know if they can eat or go for a meal ... I don't know if they will be on the streets and make it with him. Brother, we're so thankful! And he doesn't have this qualification! "Just now Cong Gang's Feng Xinglang was still being lifted, and his tone changed, and he immediately stepped into the dust and started Cong Gang's coming.