One second to remember [Brushstroke Pavilion] [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]
Chapter 1134 - Lan Youyou is back
Cong Gang was silent for a long time.
Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes as he gave a shallow glance at Cong Gang, and gave a slow and cold snort, "What, you're not talking anymore? Don't f * * king think of yourself as a G.o.d of Healing! You are nothing! At most, it's just a homeless dog that I picked up! "
Towards those who did not take action to save Yan Bang at that time, Feng Xinglang's att.i.tude would always be this vile.
He was also unwilling to pay attention to Hetun, and could not even be bothered to face him with arguments and questions; thus, Cong Gang who was easy to talk to became the target of Feng Xinglang's anger.
Cong Gang did not continue, but silently helped Linnuo gather the leftover risotto in the middle of the plate.
Seeing Cong Gang this despicable and silent, Feng Xinglang was too lazy to continue cursing.
"My son, are you full yet?"
The smart little guy obediently nodded, "I've eaten my fill!"
"What a waste..."
Feng Xinglang mumbled softly. Then he started to eat the leftover risotto for the little thing from his son's plate.
"I'll make you a copy now." Cong Gang stood up.
"No need! I can't bear to see you! This old man shall use the leftovers of some cold roasted food to eat it! "
Feng Xinglang said arrogantly in a pitiful manner.
Seeing Cong Gang walking towards the direction of the kitchen, he suddenly stopped the fork in his hand. He made a poking motion towards his son Nuonuo.
"Come here! "Come to daddy here!"
The reason that little friend Linnuo could think of such a thing was probably because he was angry. However, she felt that with her father's love for her only son, she shouldn't use violence to beat him up. If you beat him, your father will definitely feel heartache.
Thus, the little fellow moved its short legs and walked over. It obediently climbed onto its father's thigh and sat down. It even cuddled its head in its father's embrace, all sorts of obedient behavior.
"My good son, are you still blaming yourself for Big Bangbang's death?"
Feng Xinglang lowered her head, affectionately coaxing the little guy's chubby cheeks, "That's not your fault, you don't have to blame yourself."
"My dear father told me to take good care of Big Bangbang, but my dear son failed! If his biological son had persisted a little longer with his foster father and Old Tweleve, they would have saved Big Bangbang. "
The little guy stuck close to his father's chest, and said with tears streaming down his face.
"My biological son did his best and did his best!"
Feng Xinglang protected his son's head into his own suit, "Be good, from now on, don't talk about this anymore! Everything is over, what we have to do next is to live a good life, a happy life! Because in the near future, we will always be able to reunite with the Big Bangbang in heaven. "
The little guy nodded and dried his eyes on his dad's s.h.i.+rt.
"Then, dad is not allowed to drink wine alone while driving a car. You worry about Mommy and still feel sorry for you!"
"Yes, daddy understands." Father will listen to his son's words and be an obedient husband and a kind and good father! "
Feng Xinglang kissed the little guy's forehead, and the father and son hugged each other.
Cong Gang's rise-like noodles were still cooked in such a delicious way. The rich and alluring fragrance really made one's appet.i.te grow.
Feng Xinglang munched on it with a good appet.i.te, and from time to time, he fed the little fellow a cow-like willow.
He originally thought that Feng Xinglang and his son would return home after eating their noodles, but he unexpectedly called his wife, Xueluo, and asked for instructions. He said that he and his son Nuonuo would not go to Feng Family tonight, and would stay with Cong Gang to admire the stars in the suburbs.
