Chapter 2631: Love you, I have the final say 112

Feng Xinglang slept deeply.

These days, his sleep quality is surprisingly good.

Seeing that Feng Xinglang was sleeping soundly, the shadow curled up his fingers and flicked on Feng Xinglang's forehead.

Still not awake.

It just hummed a little in his sleep, and then there was a snort that went up and down.

The black shadow slightly corrected Feng Xinglang's head, and the snoring sound became shallow, only the sound of sleepy breathing.

Wake up such a difficult uncle and tell him "Grandpa is here for a trip", it feels counterproductive;

After all, Cong Gang has other things to do!

If he wakes up this guy and gets entangled by this guy again, he wants to get out again, I'm afraid he will have to deal with this guy to leave smoothly!

After weighing it for a while, Cong Gang decided to leave the traces of his visit before leaving.

He picked up a pen in front of the desk, squeezed some ink from the tube and wiped it on his finger.

Then he returned to the sofa and quietly looked at Feng Xinglang, who had just cursed himself.

Looking at Feng Xinglang's smooth forehead, he made a slight gesture, and felt that it was written "Grandpa is here for a tour", I am afraid that this is not enough for the forehead.

After being silent for a while, Cong Gang decided to leave two words on this guy's forehead.

Two words that he just came to know at a glance!

Cong Gang's technique was so light that Feng Xinglang couldn't feel someone writing on his forehead.

After writing the two characters, Cong Gang seemed to feel uncomfortable, but slapped Feng Xinglang's handsome face.

It's not so much a slap, it's a slap!

"Grandson, go to sleep well... Grandpa has other things to do! I won't be with you!"

After staring silently for a while, Cong just left Feng Xinglang's room.

He has more important things to do.

Besides, it is good to leave this uncle to his father Hetun to wait for a few days.

If there is a bug, Feng Xinglang should not be knocked down!

Cong Gang, who left Feng Xinglang's bedroom, headed straight to the physiotherapy room of the detoxification expert.

It seems that the alarm system of the entire villa is paralyzed, and Cong Gang can come and go freely in the entire villa.

After two faint decompression sounds, the physiotherapy room was enveloped by a mist.

Cong Gang walked in the mist, like a god. First, the computer used for data analysis was turned on and all the data was destroyed; Cong Gang began to destroy the plasma products used in the experiment; finally, Cong Gang took away the remaining blood of Feng Xinglang and used the other half of the bag. Blood replaced

.

These data are the results of decades of research by Merton Biotechnology. How could Cong Gang let these data fall into the hands of a scum doctor!

As for this scum doctor, now is not the time to deal with him!

Play him a bit, and then let him play in Hetun...It is necessary!

After clearing what should be cleared, Cong Gang quietly left the villa.

...

Feng Xinglang woke up from starvation.

I don't know if it is the effect of the medicine. Feng Xinglang's sleep quality and digestive function have been greatly improved recently.

Feng Xinglang wanted to get up and go to the kitchen to find something to fill his hungry stomach, and then make up for a sleep.

Hetun, who likes to get up early, has already tasted his Kung Fu tea in the living room.

Obviously he is not a person who can cultivate his body, but he just pretends that I don't care about the world.

The self-disciplined Feng Xiaochong got up very early. After washing, he first glanced at his late sister who was still sleeping, and then went to find the scumbag Feng Xinglang to see if he was awake.

"Aran, why do you get up so early?"

Hetun turned sideways and greeted his son when he heard the little grandson scream:

"grandson?!"

Feng Xiaochong screamed at her father Feng Xing.

Feng Xinglang sank his face in an instant, "Smelly boy, don't think that your father is petting you, you can be so big or small, unscrupulous!"

"Grandson...How come you have a'grandson' on your face?!"

Feng Xiaochong yelled out ‘Grandson’ twice again. And also pointed at his own father Feng Xinglang.

"Smelly boy, you are not so big or young anymore, but my father is going to beat you!"

In the morning, my son pointed to his nose and called ‘Grandson’, and no one would lose his temper.

In fact, Feng Xiaochong refers to Feng Xinglang's forehead, not Feng Xinglang's nose.

Xing Twelve, who brought out morning tea snacks from the kitchen to his foster father, Hetun, gave tea to him. After seeing Prince Xing, he laughed from ear to ear.

"Grandson? Hahahaha... Bug, did you do this? That's cool!"

Xing Twelve Chao Feng Xiaochong raised his thumb, "Let me tell you, your Big Nuo brother never dared to do this! Little caterpillar, if I can't help the wall, I'll take you!"

"I didn't do it! I'm not so boring! You must do it!"

Feng Xiaochong and Xing Twelve started the mutual black mode.

"I'm going... I praised you for being bold enough just now! Why don't you dare to admit it now? I'm really afraid of your dad hitting your little P-share?! Don't worry, your dad is extremely protective of his calf and is reluctant to hit you. of!"

Xing Twelve was quite ‘praising’ for Feng Xiaochong’s writing of ‘grandson’ on his father’s face.

"How could it be that I did it? Will I be so naive? Xing Twelve, you must have done it! You are such a big person, you are ashamed to do it!"

After a short pause, Feng Xiaochong added a more powerful sentence:

"Not only lose your own people, but also lose your foster father Hetun people!"

"I'm going... Little Caterpillar, you dare to wrong me?"

Xing Twelve didn't expect this little thing's small mouth to be able to say so.

Hetun only then saw it clearly: On the forehead of his son Feng Xinglang, there were two big words-grandson!

"Who is so boring?"

Hetun asked the little grandson, "Is it you, Xiao Chong? How can you scribble on your own father's face?"

"It's not a bug! A bug is not so naive!"

The wronged Feng Xiaochong screamed.

"Who would it be? Xiao Wanwan?"

Hetun felt that Xing Twelve, who was already in his thirties, would not have done such a naive thing, so he directly excluded him.

Feng Xiaochong stared at his father's forehead for a while, and suddenly stopped talking.

Because he keenly discovered that these two characters are very similar to those written by a big bug.

Could it be that the big bug came last night?

The key question is, what does it mean to write the word ‘Grandson’ on his father’s forehead?

Is it another prank by the big bug? !

Realizing that Feng Xinglang had words on his face, he walked quickly towards the sink.

As a result, he suddenly discovered: his forehead was written with two big characters...

grandson!

How dare to write "Grandson" on his Feng Xinglang's forehead! !

How daring is this! !

Feng Xinglang looked at the two words on his forehead for a long time, and suddenly realized a more serious problem:

Could it be the dead bug Cong Gang who came over and left it on his forehead last night? !

Ha ha ha ha ha!

It must be the grandson of Cong Gang, no doubt!

How dare to write on his forehead? And the one left is "grandson"! !

Feng Xinglang is so angry!

I was so angry that I wanted to smash the mirror!

Angrily, Feng Xinglang smiled.

Although I laughed a little bit sadly: How dead is he sleeping? Someone has written such a big word on my forehead, but I don't even feel it?

Cong Gang, Cong Gang, I let you provoke me! ! !

Don't let Lao Tzu catch you! !

Otherwise, Lao Tzu will write ‘Grandson’ all over your body...Do you believe it or not? !

He can not report the hatred of poisoning him!

But if he writes the hatred of "grandson" on his forehead, he has to avenge Xinglang!

Dog stuff, is this going to make him go to heaven? !

How dare to write grandson on his Feng Xinglang's forehead! ! !

Knowing something, Feng Xiaochong immediately ran towards the sink.

"Daddy, I'm sorry...it's the little bug being naughty!"

Feng Xiaochong quickly admitted his mistake to his father Feng Xinglang, "If you are angry, Daddy, hit Xiaochong's P shares!"

Feng Xinglang certainly didn't believe that the word "grandson" was written on his forehead by his younger son.

As the little guy himself said, he is not so naive at all.

And since yesterday, the little guy has been flattering his father...

Obviously, the little guy should have recognized Cong Gang's handwriting and wanted to commit the crime for Cong Gang.

"You really wrote it? Lies, but you have a long nose!"

Feng Xinglang probed his hand and scratched the tip of his younger son's nose.

"It's really written by the bug... If you are angry, daddy, just beat the bug!"

Feng Xiaochong wanted to condemn Cong Gang.

Oh, I don’t know what happened to the big bug?

For a while to prank Daddy Feng Xinglang poisoned;

After a while, he mischievously wrote "Grandson" on Daddy Feng Xinglang's forehead!

"Okay, don't blame Cong Gang! He has already told me honestly!"

Feng Xinglang exposed his son's careful thinking.

Thinking of something, Feng Xinglang, who originally wanted to wash away the "grandson" on his forehead, suddenly stopped.

After drying his hands, he walked directly to Hetun.

"Alang, why didn't you wash it off?" Hetun asked suspiciously.

"Hetun, these two words were written by Cong Gang on my forehead last night!"

Feng Xinglang asked coldly, "Guess what he meant to express?"

"What? These two words... were written by Song Tai? This... how is this possible?"

Hetun said in shock, "Song Tai visited the villa last night? This is impossible!"

"Hetun, what Songtai wants to express is: He can come and go freely in your Repulse Bay!"

Feng Xinglang squinted at Xing Twelve who was on the side, "Just ask if you accept it!!"

"This is impossible! The security system in this villa is the most advanced!"

Xing Twelve was shocked, "No matter how great Cong Gang is, it is impossible to get in and out freely!"

"Xing Twelve, Cong Gang has written on my forehead!! This iron-like fact is in front of you, I cannot help you not believe it!!" Feng Xinglang snorted, "Cong Gang wanted to express another meaning. That is: if he really wants my life, or Hetun's life, it's easy! There is no need to take me hostage so troublesome!"