One second to remember [Brushstroke Pavilion] [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]

　　Chapter 838 No matter how smelly I am, he will like me!

　　Wei Kang's answer was rather reserved. He knew that he was in for it!

　　It seemed to not understand why Cong Gang was so 'condescending' to coax a five year old child!

　　You're so free?

　　"Wei Kang, you b.a.s.t.a.r.d! I hate you! "

　　The little fellow immediately ran towards Wei Kang, using its head and legs to kick him.

　　Wei Kang quickly placed the plate in his hand on the table to protect the little guy's head.

　　"Don't hit your head with it again! Look at his messy hairstyle! "He's not handsome at all!"

　　"Wei Kang, you actually dare to give my father a sleeping pill?! "You're too bad!"

　　The little guy whined, "Hmph, I'm going to give you a truckload of sleeping pills! Let you sleep for a hundred years! No, a thousand years, ten thousand years! so that you will never wake up! "

　　"Since you can't wake up, I'll just treat you as a sleeping beauty!"

　　He really did not expect Wei Kang to have the ability to talk and act shamelessly.

　　After they continued to cause a ruckus for more than ten minutes, the little fellow who was so hungry that it started to panic finally agreed to eat dinner under Cong Gang's persuasion.

　　He will deal with Wei Kang when he is full!

　　The little guy had just eaten a big mouthful, then turned around to look at his father, Feng Xinglang, who was in deep sleep. Seemingly a little worried, the little guy chewed on the food in his mouth as it came forward and probed its father's breathing with its little finger.

　　Fortunately, his breathing was steady, meaning that his father was still alive and well.

　　He spread his small hands and caressed his father's forehead. The fact that he didn't have a fever meant that his father wasn't sick!

　　He just took too many sleeping pills and slept soundly.

　　Seeing the little guy cherish his father, Feng Xinglang, so much that he comforted him from the bottom of his heart. He also liked this stubborn, yet arrogant, little thing that was full of filial piety.

　　"Big caterpillar, has my father eaten dinner yet?"

　　the little guy ran back as he fiercely asked while grabbing another mouthful of food. He chewed and waited for Cong Gang to finish.

　　"Of course! If you don't believe me, just touch your father's stomach! "

　　Cong Gang wiped the corner of his mouth as he replied warmly.

　　The little fellow ran back to its father's side and reached its little hands under Feng Xinglang's s.h.i.+rt to caress its father's stomach.