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　　Chapter 645: This is not your real dad!

　　After throwing these words of interest to little friend Linnuo, Cong Gang then carried away his own plate and left.

　　It would be perfect for your own son to do the feeding of your father's medicine.

　　Cong Gang also settled down quietly. He wanted to avoid having an unreasonable battle of words with Feng Xinglang.

　　'Feed more wounds, and you can decide for yourself. 'This was indeed a challenge for a 5-year-old child.

　　The little guy understood: his father was injured, so he couldn't eat the cow-willow noodles. He could only eat the black medicinal soup.

　　The little guy picked up the black medicine bowl, and looked at his father Feng Xinglang, who was frowning deeply, and hesitated.

　　This Cong Gang, she's so evil!

　　He only gave them a plate of cow-willow noodles, not to mention a bowl of medicine for the dead.

　　Feng Xinglang really wanted to smash that bowl of medicinal soup into Cong Gang's face, and then warn him with the att.i.tude of a king: "I won't eat!"

　　But at this moment, Feng Xinglang could not be ruthless.

　　"Nuonuo, are you hungry? Cow-willow noodles are not tasty when they are cold. Hurry up and eat it, that b.i.t.c.h Cong Gang is still quite good at cooking. "

　　Of course, Feng Xinglang would not s.n.a.t.c.h a plate of Cow Willow Noodle Soup from his own son.

　　But the little guy bit his lips and said, "Feng Xinglang, can I feed you medicine? Mommy had said: "Good medicine is good for the sick."

　　Feng Xinglang immediately felt a headache: This Cong Gang who ate spears to such an extent, was actually insidious to such an extent? Let his own son force him to eat these bitter things?

　　"Um …" Nuonuo, actually, my father's illness is almost completely cured … This bowl of medicinal food was prepared by Cong Gang for me. If you trust him, then we will lose! "

　　It had to be said that whether it was in terms of eloquence, intelligence, or emotional intelligence, Feng Xinglang was better than him.

　　"But I don't think Uncle Cong Gang would lie!" The little guy had his own judgment.

　　"My good son, you must not be fooled by Cong Gang's kind and foolish facade! If you know the face, you will know the heart. You are talking about Cong Gang himself! "

　　Feng Xinglang did not want to slander Cong Gang at all. However, he really did loathe the dark Chinese medicinal cuisine. The color was still tolerable, but the key point was that it was extremely bitter. Feng Xinglang felt that if he took a bite, his lifespan would be shortened by at least a month!