Amidst this little burp, there was actually … The taste of beef and shrimp?

　　There should be some vegetables like carrots.

　　It was true that he had eaten the cow-willow this afternoon, but this shrimp... Who fed them?

　　Wendy? Or some other secretary?

　　In the next second, a terrifying scene flashed across Feng Xinglang's mind. That haunted house, could it be a real ghost?

　　Feng Xinglang naturally did not believe in the words of a ghost or G.o.d. At this moment, he only wished that his youngest son would be safe and sound.

　　Fortunately, on the morning of the next day, when Feng Xinglang went downstairs, he saw the little guy eating the rice paste breakfast that his mother had fed him.

　　After seeing his father, Feng Xinglang, the little guy immediately ran over to him, and then adorably hugged onto one of his father's legs, signalling him not to forget to bring him along before he left.

　　"Little thing, acting cute again? You want me to take you to the hairy bugs, right? "You wish …"

　　Feng Xinglang lovingly pointed at the tip of his youngest son's nose, "Of course, there is still room for negotiation. For example, if you call me 'Daddy,' or if you call me Mommy. "Then I can fulfill my wis.h.!.+"

　　This again! This guy was not young anymore. Why was he still so childish?

　　In order to achieve his own goals, and also to express goodwill towards this big guy, the little child Sealer picked up the soft pastries on his plate and offered it to his father, Feng Xinglang. He wanted to use a soft pastry to buy off his father!

　　Without rejecting his son's filial piety, Feng Xinglang ate the pastries the little fellow brought him. However, he still did not have the intention of bringing the little fellow out. The little house then tightly hugged onto father Feng Xinglang's leg again, and no one could advise them to let go.

　　"Ai, no matter how much Mommy loves you, you're still only going to kiss your dad!"

　　Xueluo sighed lightly. She really wanted her youngest son to hug her leg and act like a spoiled child. Unfortunately, most of the time, as long as Lil Thing wasn't hungry, thirsty, or wet, it would always stay far away from her and play by itself.

　　A kind of melancholy and small loss that was not needed by their children!

　　There is also a potential risk of autism in key young people. Thus, under normal circ.u.mstances, Xueluo would always do as he was asked.

　　"You don't want to call me daddy, right? "It's such a pity, but my father won't be able to take you out today!"

　　If he didn't try something tough, the little guy definitely wouldn't submit obediently.

　　Looking at Lil Thing's careful look, he definitely wasn't making it difficult for Lil Thing to call him daddy.

　　Seeing that his own father was adamant on not giving up, the little fellow pouted its little mouth and its eyes started to tear up.

　　"Oh, movie emperor?" It didn't work! Daddy just wants to hear you call him Daddy! Tears could not solve the problem! Weeping is just a waste! "