Chapter 1294 - Roots of Pain

　　But in the beautiful blueprint in Yan Bang's heart, there was only him, Feng Xinglang!

　　His eyes were focused on Feng Xinglang who was currently giving little Wuyang milk to stew eggs. His cold and handsome face had become even more charming because of his focus.

　　"Are you spoiling this little thing because it's my seed? Or is it because he belongs to that monster? "

　　Yan Bang hugged onto the sofa, his posture giving off an indescribable sense of dejection.

　　Feng Xinglang glanced at Yan Bang, and retorted, "What do you think?"

　　Yan Bang grinned, "Feng Xinglang, are you looking down on me for being old? Or would you pa.s.s your feelings for me onto this little thing? "

　　"..." Feng Xinglang rolled his eyes at Yan Bang, as he did not want to answer such an almost abnormal question.

　　The little Wuyang ate in a bit of a hurry, adding to the fact that Feng Xinglang's method of feeding him was a bit too intrepid, although the amount he fed his son, Nuonuo, was reduced by half, a thing that was only four months old, his swallowing ability was obviously much weaker. The little fellow who could not swallow anything immediately coughed;

　　After letting out a loud bellow, the little guy continued to rub its mouth, swallowing the remaining stewed egg in its mouth.

　　It was indeed a small thing that was good to feed and had a strong adaptability.

　　"Since you designed and created him. You must take responsibility for him! "

　　Yan Bang squinted his eyes and stared at Feng Xinglang; he liked Feng Xinglang's focused look! It was a pity that this kind of seriousness and focus was not able to be used on him.

　　"What, it's my fault?"

　　Feng Xinglang coldly snorted, "Alright! "I'll take responsibility! I'll take responsibility!"

　　Feng Xinglang put down the spoon in his hand and carried little Wuyang who was in his arms. He looked like he was about to leave.

　　"If you don't want to raise this child, I will! "OK?"

　　"You want to send this kid to that freak Nina, right?"

　　"Then it's none of your business! Just pretend you never had this child! Anyway, you don't have the strength to spend a dime! "

　　Feng Xinglang looked around but did not find any clothes from the little Wuyang; it seemed like he could only wrap them up and leave.

　　"Every time you want to go back for that freak, I'll go s.n.a.t.c.h it again! Don't waste your effort! "

　　Yan Bang's sinister voice came from behind Feng Xinglang; Feng Xinglang's slow footsteps finally came to a stop.