Regarding Yan Bang's sudden visit to Nina's house, it was not out of Feng Xinglang's expectations.

　　Feng Xinglang did not criticize Yan Bang for rashly barging into the house. He still maintained an att.i.tude of 'at the end'.

　　It seemed like he wanted to show some respect to Nina.

　　Feng Xinglang wanted to let Nina know: All of this is in his hands, do not try to disobey him or go against him! That would not end well. On the contrary, as long as Nina was obedient enough, and actively working for Feng Xinglang, using her mother's image to raise the Great Yan Wuyang, everything would be fine!

　　It was like hitting a stick and giving him a piece of candy! He wanted Nina to remember his, Feng Xinglang's, well!

　　When they rushed back to the Feng Family, Feng Linnuo's little friend was still sound asleep. It did not seem to notice that his father had left.

　　"My good son, your father will give you an incomparably loving hug to sleep on!"

　　After showering, Feng Xinglang cuddled the little guy in his arms, and then kissed it again and again.

　　However, Linnuo's little friend in his dreams, seemed to not like his father, who was shaking in his embrace, looking for a more soft and comfortable embrace; a hug that belonged to Mommy.

　　In the end, the little guy stuck out his little P shares and only rewarded his father with a strong little back.

　　Although the little guy still coveted the gentleness of his mother, time could not stop him from growing up day by day. He grew up to the point where he no longer stuck to his father Feng Xinglang's arms every day! The little guy began to like having his own independent s.p.a.ce and time, and also formed his own way of knowing the world.

　　On the other hand, the chances of Feng Xinglang sleeping while hugging the little fellow became fewer and fewer. Such unscrupulous kisses would only become less and less.

　　Feng Xinglang gently kissed his uncooperative son over and over again, frowning, as if she were incomparably despised him.

　　"You don't want me to kiss you, right? To insist on kissing his father … You just have to kiss! "

　　To be honest, Feng Xinglang enjoyed these two to three nights of having a son by himself. He held his son's chubby little hand and kissed it again and again. He wanted to rub it against his lips.

　　After a slight pause, a depressed sigh came from the darkness: "If only I could …"

　　… ….

　　The mournful wails of his daughter, Yaya, caused her heart to be riddled with thousands of holes.

　　She could no longer be bothered with modesty, backbone or anger. She could not wait to fly back to her daughters.