Chapter 1778 - Waitress 54

　　"Ah, Cong Gang... Cong Gang! Why do you think you're so short-lived? "

　　Feng Xinglang reclined on the simple sofa, which didn't feel very well, in the living room, and sighed slowly:

　　"Look at Yan Bang …" After dying so many times, this time, he was only relying on his last breath to revive him! And looking at yourself, you are clearly a short-lived ghost! "

　　Feng Xinglang complained, he also lamented, and then he started to blame himself:

　　"It's also my fault. I gave you a lousy name, what hairy bug! The moment I hear of it, my life will be shortened! "

　　Feng Xinglang let out a long sigh, "If I had known this would happen, I would have given you the name Zhan Zhao. At least nine lives! It's not like I have become a short-lived ghost like you are now! "

　　After talking to himself for a while, feeling that the surrounding air was eerily quiet, Feng Xinglang raised his voice and called out.

　　"Insect …" Bugs... Bugs... Where have you run off to, brat? Promise me your father... "If not, you will want to stay here when your father goes upstairs to pick you up!"

　　"Dong, dong, dong!"

　　From the bedroom on the second floor, the sound of the little guy hitting the floor with a stick could be heard. It could be considered as him agreeing to his father's question.

　　"Little b.a.s.t.a.r.d, can't you open your n.o.ble golden mouth and answer your father!"

　　After he lovingly complained for a bit, Feng Xinglang then closed his eyes and started to rest.

　　After around an hour, Feng Xinglang was woken up by the sound of his phone.

　　The call was from Wendy. It was said that the GK had bought more shares in a listed company, and had been maliciously shorted; the Finance Department's director was searching the entire world for the president, Feng Xinglang.

　　"Insect …" Bugs... Bugs... "Where?"

　　With regards to the money for his two sons' milk, Feng Xinglang immediately jumped up from the uncomfortable simple sofa. Under normal circ.u.mstances, Nina would be able to handle this kind of th.o.r.n.y task easily, but now it had to be handled by him, Feng Xinglang.

　　"Dong, dong, dong …" "Dong, dong, dong!" The little guy's rhythmic response came from the third floor.

　　"Insect …" There's something wrong with your milk money, so we need to get back to work! "

　　Just as Feng Xinglang extended his arm to carry the little guy back, the little guy immediately turned around and ran.

　　"Insect!" Insect Sealing Worm! Don't run! Stop right there for daddy! "

　　Unexpectedly, when the little fellow heard that he was going to leave, it immediately ran off like a wisp of smoke, disappearing without a trace.

　　"Insect …" Bugs... Bugs... Hurry up and come out! "Dad will bring you to eat delicious food …"