To be precise, it is not three streets, but three floors.
Feng Linnuo was young and strong, so running three floors was just a warm-up game for him;
But for Feng Xinglang ...
At this moment, Feng Xinglang was speechless. He was resting on the wall with his hands, panting and exhausted.
Feng Xinglang had injuries on his body, and the rapid running overwhelmed his physical strength, as well as the unhealed internal injuries superimposed together ... It was normal to run beyond the eldest son Feng Linnuo!
"Dear father, don't chase it ... If you are really tired, your son will be guilty!"
Feng Linnuo wanted to come forward to help his father Feng Xinglang, but as soon as he approached, the father threw himself over and wanted to catch him; Feng Linnuo bounced and immediately backed out three meters away.
"Stinky boy, if you dare to hit your sister's idea ... don't blame the father and the six parents for not knowing it!"
Feng Xinglang, who was unable to catch his eldest son, was left with a ruth.
"Dad, I said casually, are you serious?"
Feng Linuopi smiled, "If you don't want to marry someone later, you'll keep it! You're afraid that you want to marry later, you can't stop it!"
"Stinky boy, your sister is only in her early twenties, and is still a baby held by her parents ... As long as you don't encourage later or later, she will never think about marrying someone!"
Feng Xinglang felt panic and suffocated. He just ran too violently and almost didn't mention it in one breath.
"Okay, I don't encourage ... Don't encourage! Daddy, I'll tease you!"
Seeing my father tired enough to choke, I can't help but ridicule, "Dear father, you are really old, you ran out of three floors and you panted like this ..."
The angry Feng Xinglang took the cigarette case from his pocket and smashed it directly.
Seeing that his father could run and roar, knowing that his body was not in danger, Feng Linnuo had already fled.
"Stinky kid ... There is a kind of thing. Don't run! See I won't kill you!"
After finishing his speech, Feng Xinglang, who was so tired, leaned against the wall and wanted to sit down and take a breath.
Fang Xinghuan watched a pass, and did not see the idlers, etc., Feng Xinglang sat on the floor and gasped.
Just a few breaths, Feng Xinglang saw a shadow over him.
As he raised his eyes, Feng Xinglang saw Cong Gang, who was haunted.
Looking at his leisurely self-satisfaction, he should have witnessed the chasing battle of Feng Xinglang and his son!
"Tired after just chasing three floors?"
Cong Gang looked at the gasping Feng Xinglang sitting on the floor, warmly teasing.
Feng Xinglang gave Cong Gang a fierce white look, "Dog stuff, why didn't you just come out and help me catch Nono's stinky boy? He even hit his sister's body ... it can't kill him, a little rabbit!"
"Actually, do you want to catch your son? It's simply lying on the ground and pretending to die ... nothing? With your son's filial piety to you, he will definitely come to help you!"
To say that Cong Gang is sometimes really evil, he is good at catching others' weaknesses.
"What? You want me to pretend to die in front of my son?"
Feng Xinglang was so angry that his face was green, "I don't want to save face, Laozi?"
Angrily unable to come out, Feng Xinglang coughed quickly.
"Come on! Know President Feng Da's face is expensive!"
Cong Gang immediately squatted down and came to Feng Xinglang, who was paralyzed and sitting on the floor.
"Cong Gang, you **** deliberately hid in the corner to see me ugly, right?"
Feng Xinglanglai refused to get up on the floor, "Look at me so embarrassed ... Are you cool?"
Cong Gang didn't answer, but leaned on Feng Xinglang and sat down.
I have been thinking about a question: how can I make the president of Fengda, who is vigorous, able to cultivate himself? It's all the people who saw the grandson, this temper is still so bad ...
"Caterpillar, I found that you have changed! In the past, you were the only one in my eyes ... But now you are happy with me! I am beaten, you are happy; I am embarrassed, you are comfortable!
Feng Xinglang is used to taking Cong Gang as a punching bag.
In short, when Feng Xinglang was on his head, Cong Gang was even breathing wrong!
To say that companionship is indeed the most sincere confession in this world!
Cong Gang just sat on the floor with Feng Xinglang, listening silently to his dissatisfaction and verbal abuse. He was used to such reproachful reproach from Feng Xinglang!
Because Feng Xinglang was angry at him, he generally didn't need a reason!
There is no reason why he can be so strong. If he is allowed to take advantage, he can blow up the sky!
"Is it thirsty? Am I going to pour you water to drink? Or will I help you back to the office to drink?"
Cong Gang's voice was gentle, as if he was coaxing a bad-tempered child.
Feng Xinglang, who had been scolded enough, stumbled to get up; but his feet shook violently, and he suddenly became paralyzed again; fortunately, Cong Gang was quick enough to catch his paralyzed body directly.
"Your inverted two ribs are still cracked ... You're running so violently, but you're going to be hospitalized!"
Cong Gang reached over and lightly lifted at Feng Xinglang's inverted two ribs. Feng Xinglang immediately groaned in pain.
"Don't lie to you? I'm really going to be hospitalized, but I'm not so free! And I have to watch my wife and children cry for you ... It's troublesome and hurts! Why bother!"
With Cong Gang's technique, even if Feng Xinglang's inverted two ribs were not cracked, he would be so painful that he would cry out loud.
In fact, Cong Gang just wanted to frighten Feng Xinglang, who doesn't care about his body.
He knew that Feng Xinglang hated the smell of disinfectant in the hospital.
"Knowing that I have a wound on your body, you **** mad at me?" Feng Xinglang fangs again.
"How dare I mad at you? You inherited your father's pufferfish gene and exploded at once!"
Cong Gang walked around the special elevator of President Feng Xinglang, "I will be your grandson now! Even if I have this thief's heart, I don't have this guts!"
After a few seconds of silence, Feng Xinglang asked Cong Gang abruptly, "Do you think Feng Fifteen is as good as Feng Tuan?"
"Um ... quite a match!"
Cong Gang lengthened his voice, "This is called Fei Shui Bu Liu Tianren Tian! It's good!"
"Do you think ... Feng fifteen is as good as Feng Tuan Tuan?" Feng Xinglang seemed to ask again with some incredible repetition.
"Actually ... I feel like: Feng Tuan Tuan is the best match with your pro son Feng Lin Nuo!" Cong Gang said lightly.
"What do you mean caterpillars? Are you deliberately amusing me?"
Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes slightly, "You have squeezed your aunt and niece Jiang Jiong into my home Nono ... again, the last one is the best match with my home Nono? Are you deliberate?" , Cong Gang said something that made Feng Xinglang so angry that he wanted to chase him down ten streets ...