Chapter 1683 - Twisting Love 11

　　and his son waited until dinner time to return.

　　Feng Xinglang and his son stayed in Cong Gang's room for the whole afternoon.

　　Feel Cong Gang's existence!

　　Listen to Cong Gang's existence!

　　But unfortunately, this little fellow was utterly incapable of such a spiritual perception.

　　Even if the little guy wasn't here yet, he was still not here.

　　The eyes of the little guy who had been comforted by his father, Feng Xinglang, were still red, and he seemed to have lost all of his strength.

　　He was just quietly lying on his father's shoulder as he thought about his own little thoughts.

　　"Nuonuo, why is your father hugging him again? "Daddy's wounds haven't completely healed yet."

　　Seeing her son slouched on her husband's shoulder, Xueluo who was pained by the injury to her husband, gently reminded her son in his' act coquettishly '.

　　Agree with your father: don't let Mommy, who is pregnant, be sad. The little guy wiped his face with the back of his hand to wipe away the tears.

　　After sniffing the air with his nose, the little fellow got off his dad's body.

　　"Mommy, are you being good today?"

　　There was a hint of forced laughter.

　　"Nuonuo, what's wrong? Ye Zichen frowned … Are you unhappy? "

　　How could Xueluo, who treated his son like his own flesh and blood, not see through his son's depression?

　　"I am not unhappy with my own son..."

　　The little guy lowered his head. He really wanted to pretend that nothing had happened, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't control his emotions.

　　It was even less able to be easily controlled like its father, Feng Xinglang.

　　"My son is tired. He's going upstairs to sleep."

　　The little guy didn't want to see Mommy see his sadness, so he hastily ran upstairs.

　　"Nuonuo... Nuonuo... It's almost time for dinner. We'll go upstairs to sleep after eating! "

　　Xueluo's call did not stop the little guy from continuing as the little guy ran up the stairs without looking back.

　　"Xinglang, what happened to Nuonuo?"

　　Xueluo turned his head and asked his husband.

　　"My son has grown up and has his own ulterior motives. I'll take the dinner upstairs and give it to him later. "

　　Feng Xinglang went forward and hugged his wife who was still pregnant and kissed her forehead. It was as if his sad and depressed heart had finally been pacified for a moment.

　　"Oh right, Nuonuo said last night that she wanted you to bring him to see Cong Gang. Did you take him? "

　　Xueluo thought back to last night when his son had been causing a ruckus.