Chapter 1791 - Waiting for Tender 67

　　Could it be that Cong Gang, that dog, is not completely dead yet?

　　He actually dared to come out of h.e.l.l in broad daylight, wasn't he afraid of the sun turning him, a dog, into ashes?!

　　Subconsciously, Feng Xinglang was long accustomed to venting his anger on others. Especially the Cong Gang he had saved before!

　　Using his words, Cong Gang was just a dog that he picked up! Even his life was Feng Xinglang's!

　　So, even though Cong Gang had already been dead for almost two years, he would still subconsciously scold him!

　　And the frequency of his curses became more and more frequent as Yan Bang became more and more distant from him!

　　"I guess Big Brother Cong doesn't like us disturbing his peace!"

　　In the direction of the villa in the mountain forest, Xueluo let out a long sigh, "Big Brother Cong, if only you were still alive, how wonderful would that be … My insect will definitely like you! "

　　Who wouldn't? Cong Gang had already saved his life when the little guy was still in Mommy's stomach!

　　He was even more accomplished than the father of the little b.a.s.t.a.r.d children from the Sealing Insect.

　　In the beginning, Xueluo had firmly believed that Cong Gang would not die so easily! After all, Cong Gang was the most powerful person in her and her son's heart! But later on, as time pa.s.sed and Yan Bang lost his memories, Xueluo also thought that maybe Cong Gang really did unluckily die during the cruise s.h.i.+p incident.

　　Although Xueluo still could not quite believe this fact. However, he could only pa.s.sively accept it!

　　The sad care and care of his wife also made Feng Xinglang feel a little melancholy in his heart. Because of that 'if he was still alive'!

　　"My family of insects has no lack of people to like them!"

　　Feng Xinglang stepped forward and wrapped his arms around his wife's waist, "That d.a.m.ned hairy insect, it was crazy when it was alive all day, even when it was dead! I don't think the insect will like him! "

　　"Ugh …" "Ugh!"

　　The little pest hunter let out a dissatisfied snort. He shouted towards his father Feng Xinglang.

　　"Ah, did my family's bugs understand? I know you're blackmailing Big Bro Jiang Chen! The bugs are protesting right now! "

　　Xueluo kissed his son's unsatisfied little cheeks and asked gently, "Insect worm, do you like Uncle Dendrolimus a lot too?"

　　"Yes, yes." The little guy nodded. It was as if he really understood what was going on.

　　"Uh, uh, uh, uh, what's that?" If you have the ability, why don't you open your mouth and speak to Xing Cheng?! "

　　When the driver of the Feng Family drove over again, where he had nothing to do, Feng Xinglang started to agitate the little thing that refused to speak.

　　"Cong Gang's d.a.m.ned worm is not a good thing at all! He's a bad guy! BadMan! "Right, bugs?"