The bug boy did not continue to give everyone too many surprises.

　　He would only repeat the words' big bug 'once in a while, but he wouldn't open his mouth to say anything else. Even his father and mother, as well as his elder brother and sister, were not willing to open their mouths.

　　But Mommy Xueluo seemed to have become more patient. He wasn't as agitated as before, but he was certain that his youngest son wasn't dumb after all. It was only a matter of time before he could say the whole thing.

　　He thought that the reason his youngest son could speak was entirely due to his husband Feng Xinglang. Xueluo would subconsciously allow his youngest son to be more intimate with his father. The little fellow was also enjoying the show.

　　After finis.h.i.+ng his meeting, Feng Xinglang who had returned to his office fell into a deep thought when he saw his little son playing by himself.

　　The little fellow raised its head to look at its father, and its little mouth instinctively muttered a few words, "Big... Big... "Insects."

　　The voice was not loud, but more like a reminder. This was because the little fellow seemed to have caught on to a pattern: his father would only be able to take him to the big bug's place after dinner.

　　Seeing that his father did not pay attention to him, the little guy did not waste his breath and continued to play on his own.

　　At noon, Feng Xinglang made good use of his ident.i.ty as the "crown prince".

　　He called the Shallow Water Bay and asked Xing s.h.i.+'er to pack up two lunches for him to bring over. With the Hetun pressuring him, Xing s.h.i.+'er naturally did not dare to disobey.

　　If he had the chance to get close to his little friend, Xing s.h.i.+'er would definitely wish for it.

　　"Little Buggy, come here and let father hug you!"

　　Xing s.h.i.+'er boldly proclaimed himself as his foster father in front of Feng Bug's children. He knew that Feng Xinglang would not go and report to the foster father Hetun about these trivial matters, hence he was confident and fearless.

　　Even if Feng Xinglang was angry, because he couldn't beat himself, he could only get frustrated. What could they do to him?

　　He did not know if Feng Xinglang heard it either, but he could see that the look in his eyes, which was looking at Xing s.h.i.+'er as he threw himself towards his youngest son, had become slightly more serious.

　　Foster father? You wis.h.!.+ I can't even call you my father!

　　The little guy ran, but his short legs could not keep up with the long-legged Xing s.h.i.+'er, so in a few steps, Xing s.h.i.+'er caught him and hoisted him onto his shoulder. His movements were done in one go!

　　"To like children so much... Why not give birth to your own? That little teacher … I think it's pretty good! "

　　Feng Xinglang walked over and lazily laid on the sofa as he glanced at Xing s.h.i.+'er who was happily playing with his little son.

　　"That little teacher is not as beautiful as Lin Xueluo! Who knows how ugly the child will be! "