Chapter 2617: Love you, I have the final say 98

Although just squinting, Cong Gang could perceive:

The target figure of this shadow is Cong Gang!

Not Feng Xinglang in the villa!

Since it's him Cong Gang, don't be nervous.

Besides, this shadow did not intend to attack Cong Gang.

After uploading Feng Xinglang's physical examination data, Cong just got out of the RV and took a look: Who is so idle. When he came to'visit' Cong Gang, he heard the glass windows of the RV banging.

Once you hear this ‘barbaric’ technique, you will know which uncle it is!

When Cong Gang opened the window of his car, he saw Feng Xinglang's sullen handsome face.

Let him be handsome!

In fact, Feng Xinglang is true that the older the handsome, the more delicious!

The contour of the face is more of a gentleman's charm.

"You slam it quietly, my ears are not deaf."

Cong Gang answered Feng Xinglang angrily by smashing the window, and glanced in the dark of the villa.

"You are lazy hiding in the RV? You let the bugs cook? Do you still have a bit of humanity?"

The reason for the anger is that Cong Gang let his baby son cook.

"Didn't you have your hands too?"

Cong Gang answered Feng Xinglang without delay.

It seemed to feel the dark shadow leaving from the dark. Did not enter the villa, but left the courtyard.

Who on earth came here to'visit' him Cong Gang?

Judging from the movement trajectory of Sombra, it looks like Hetun's son.

This Hetun is not in Petburgh and making friends with his grandchildren. What does it mean to send someone to see him here?

It is reasonable to visit his own baby son!

"Cong Gang, do you and Laozi take Qiao? I want to eat Aolong and Blue Flag tuna late in the evening. I asked the chef of Yulongcheng to bring it over. You will deal with it later!"

Feng Xinglang's tone of calling for work has always been so bold.

"You are her father, and I am not! Making a loving dinner for your daughter, shouldn't it be your father's job?"

Cong Gang felt the surroundings, and the shadow should indeed leave.

Obviously, this shadow should be here for early inquiries.

What does Hetun want to inquire about?

If you want to know the status of his precious son, you can send a righteous son to see Feng Xinglang directly; there is no need to be so sneaky!

"Cong Gang, don't you do it?"

Seeing that Cong Gang had been holding Qiao, Feng Xinglang became angry with him, "Okay, let the chef of Yulongcheng do it!"

"Feng Xinglang, have time to call your dear daddy! Say you can eat and sleep, drink and pull!"

Feng Xinglang hasn't passed his sleepiness yet, and Cong Gang certainly doesn't want Hetun to intervene.

Therefore, it is still necessary for Cong Gang to let Feng Xinglang report safety to Hetun.

At least it can reduce unnecessary trouble!

Feng Xinglang, who was still full of anger and wanted to leave, suddenly stopped.

"Hehe, Cong Gang, did you provoke Hetun again?"

Feng Xinglang gave Cong Gang a white look, "I said you are full to support? Well, what are you doing to provoke Hetun?"

"Do you think I am too idle to provoke your dear daddy?"

Cong Gang snorted, "I'm afraid that your dear daddy is eating and holding on himself, and he is about to provoke you!"

Of course Cong Gang was not afraid of Hetun's coming to provoke him.

He knew that Hetun didn't dare to provoke him easily!

"Dead bug, did you do something wrong? Did you give me the medicine for Lao Tzu?"

Feng Xinglang never verified what the medicine Cong Gang had given him was.

Because he has absolute trust in Cong Gang!

Even if Cong Gang really wanted his life, he would admit it!

Until now, Feng Xinglang has not ruled out whether he has a terminal illness! !

But he didn't bother to ask Cong Gang anymore.

Because he knows: If Cong Gang doesn't want to say, no matter how much he asks, Cong Gang will find an excuse to prevaricate him!

After being reminded by Feng Xinglang, Cong Gang just noticed something.

Where is the gossip from Hetun?

Could it be that Bai Mo found out that Hetun knew about Feng Xinglang's fainting after drinking?

Cong Gang's face condensed.

But even if Hetun wanted to investigate, he probably couldn't find out why.

It's not really poisoning his precious son!

Seeing Cong Gang's serious appearance, Feng Xinglang once again doubted whether he was really terminally ill.

"Caterpillar, isn't it that I'm really sick?"

Feng Xinglang frowned and asked again.

Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang faintly, and whispered softly, "Small problem. It has been cured for you!"

Feng Xinglang was silent for a while, "I believe you!"

Then I added another sentence, "Anyway, if you kill Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will pull you as a backstop!"

After walking two steps towards the villa, Feng Xinglang realized that he came out to call Cong Gang to cook.

But when he looked back, Cong Gang was gone!

"..." I X, where did this dog die again!

Then Feng Xinglang saw Kanai follow up.

"Where did Cong Gang die again?"

Feng Xinglang asked dryly.

"I shouldn't die! It's a bit difficult to make my boss die!"

Kanai also found the dark shadow. Originally going to chase, Cong Gang stopped him with a gesture.

Instructed him to stay and look at the uncle Feng Xinglang.

"Haha! It's a bit difficult, isn't it? When the dead bug dies on the street, you will be dumbfounded!"

Feng Xinglang rolled his eyes to Kanai and went into the villa.

Kanai followed into the villa. In case Feng Xinglang knocks himself out of anger.

In comparison, Kanai was more willing to chase that shadow.

Because he hasn't encountered such a difficult thing for a long time.

"Daddy, you just made the strawberry milkshake and puffs for Wanwan's sister. You can send them upstairs to Wanwan's sister!"

As soon as Feng Xinglang came in, the younger son prepared a small meal before the meal and brought it out.

"You did it?" Feng Xinglang asked suspiciously.

"Yeah. The strawberry milkshake is very simple. The puffs are ready-made. I just baked them and they taste the same as the original ones! The taste is very good."

Like making these pre-dinner desserts, Feng Xiao Chong already makes perfect.

"You kid...you don't do it for An An often, right?"

The son's practice makes perfect, which really makes Feng Xinglang's father distressed.

"Making desserts for An An is one of my happiest events!"

Feng Xiaochong just made some cranberry cookies, and he can bring them to An An when he sends his sister to school tomorrow night.

"Boy, you are not saved!"

After Feng Xinglang sighed, he took the dining table from his son and walked upstairs.

He also squeezed a puff into his mouth to check the little son's craftsmanship.

The whipped cream in it seems a bit tired.

Feng Xinglang least likes to eat those sweet desserts.

...

Feng Linwan's room was still not locked.

She knew that Daddy was very worried about herself recently and would come in to see her from time to time.

Sure enough, Daddy Feng Xinglang, who hadn't been down for an hour, came upstairs again.

So Feng Linwan simply left the door of the room open so that Daddy Feng Xinglang could come in if he wanted to.

This will relieve him!

Only when Daddy Feng Xinglang is relieved, the fifteenth brother can be safe.

When Feng Xinglang came in, his daughter Lin Wan was struggling to write.

There are already three or four draft papers on the desk. She has already completed more than ten questions on the 30-question Olympiad paper.

"So hard work? Have some pre-dinner desserts! But your little bug brother made it yourself!"

Feng Xinglang made himself look and sound quite amiable.

But the more this happened, the more Feng Linwan felt that when his father beat Brother Fifteen, he was so cold and ruthless!

Daddy Feng Xinglang is the legendary smiling tiger!

The kind that hides a knife in a smile!

Lin Wan was very face-saving and squeezed a puff into his mouth, "Well, it's delicious!"

Then he drank another strawberry milkshake to relieve his greasiness.

"Late late, let's rest for a while!"

Feng Xinglang really felt distressed when he saw his daughter who worked so hard.

In fact, for his daughter, Feng Xinglang's requirements are lenient and lenient.

He only hopes that his daughter can grow up happily and healthily. As for his studies, it just makes sense.

Anyway, he will give his daughter substantial wealth, enough for her daughter to spend a few lifetimes.

"Daddy, please don't disturb me, okay?"

Lin Wan devoted himself to studying, "If I can't get into the experimental class, I will lose the face of your Feng Xinglang! Big Nuo is so good, and I can't be too bad!"

"Late night, everything will come naturally... It doesn't matter if you don't go to the experimental class, the ordinary class in your college is already very good!"

Feng Xinglang enlightened his daughter.

"No! Daddy, you are the great **** of wealth in Shencheng! Your daughter can't be mediocre!" After that, Feng Linwan ate another puff, "Daddy, will you go out? If it delays my admission Experimental class, I will be sad! I will feel really mediocre! A mediocre daughter is not worthy of your excellent daddy! Also worthy

Don't go to Da Nuo brother, the academic brother! I just want to prove that I am not mediocre! "

"My daughter, Feng Xinglang, doesn't need to prove anything to anyone!"

Feng Xinglang still couldn't bear the hard work of his daughter.

"Daddy, if you want to do this again, I called Mommy! You said you were holding me back and not letting me move forward! Want me to be a mediocre person, and grow up!"

Feng Linwan's killer is: call mommy to complain!

This trick works pretty well.

"Fine, daddy is out, don’t bother my baby girl to work hard!"

I always feel that my daughter's sudden hard work must have something to do with the 15th seal...

But Feng Xinglang really couldn't find any evidence for the time being.

When Feng Xinglang came downstairs, the cook of Yulongcheng had already brought the good Aolong and Lanqi tuna pieces.

"Your Royal Dragon City...who is in charge now?"

Feng Xinglang asked Xiangzheng the cook who handled Aolong.

"President Huifeng, of course Mr. Yan is."

When the cook met President Feng himself, he was still a little nervous.

"What about the fifteenth letter? What does he usually do in Yulongcheng?"

Feng Xinglang asked tentatively. "Fifteen seals? Oh, he's a messenger. He does everything and he doesn't care about anything...but he doesn't have any prestige! I heard that it is our little attendant, Mr. Yan, who reads, practices, and beats!