Just say you have no taste

　　Feng Xinglang very cooperatively shut his mouth.

　　If he was scheming against his own child for such a small matter, it would be too much of a waste of his doting father! He won without fighting!

　　Feng Xinglang was still very confident: Cong Gang would not choose to choose that beautiful and vulgar b.u.t.terfly orchid; rather, he would choose to choose Mo Lan for him.

　　Cong Gang liked orchids, and had raised so much, he should have some basic taste!

　　From Feng Xinglang's point of view, the so-called orchid taste should be: Not to like those beautiful and vulgar orchids, but to like those that he chose to keep a low profile with hidden meanings. Only then could he be considered to have good taste!

　　"Big caterpillar, which pot of flowers do you prefer?"

　　The little fellow asked Cong Gang again while tightly covering his father's mouth.

　　Seeing the intimate entanglement of the father and son duo of Feng Family, a faint smile surfaced in Cong Gang's eyes.

　　"I like that b.u.t.terfly orchid more!"

　　Cong Gang almost blurted out. He didn't even spend a second trying to figure out someone's holy will.

　　"Oh... Oh! I won... I won! "

　　The little fellow released its mouth from Feng Xinglang's and jumped around like a little puppy, "Hahahaha... I won! Big caterpillar, you're great! I'm doing great too! "

　　The little guy was extremely happy.

　　Feng Xinglang had not seen his son shout and cheer as loudly as he did now!

　　To be able to make the little guy jump in joy like this, even if he lost, it would be worth it!

　　A seven year old child's most sincere, purest, and happiest smile infected both Feng Xinglang and Cong Gang.

　　"Big caterpillar, I love you so much!"

　　Linnuo's little friend hugged Cong Gang's neck and madly kissed it a few times.

　　"It's over!"

　　Seeing that he could not bear to have his own son being more intimate with him, Feng Xinglang immediately pulled the little fellow who was tightly wrapped around Cong Gang's neck back.

　　"Caterpillar, guess again: Which pot of flowers was I the one who chose? Which pot of flowers was chosen by my father? Dad and I went to the floral and insect fish market early in the morning to pick out flowers for the big caterpillar! "

　　The little guy was still immersed in his joy, and excitedly asked Cong Gang who was being kissed a little blankly.

　　Being treated so warmly, Cong Gang was really not used to it. He was used to his world being cold and impersonal.

　　The father and son duo actually personally went to pick the orchids for him?

　　A strand of warmth inexplicably surged in his heart, causing Cong Gang to feel a little uneasy.