One second to remember [Brushstroke Pavilion] [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]

　　Chapter 1133 - Pain You Don't Know

　　When Feng Xinglang hurriedly rushed over, Linnuo's little friend was snuggling up against Cong Gang's chest and eating a mouthful of the Rise Noodle Roll without taking a single bite.

　　"Father? Why are you here too? "

　　When it saw its father, Feng Xinglang, the little guy was quite happy. He had completely forgotten about his father's gloomy face.

　　Feng Xinglang did not answer his son's question. Instead, he made a video call with his wife, Xueluo. And let her see the baby eating the risotto to comfort the woman who was so anxious about her son's departure.

　　"Cong Gang, you f * * king tricked my son again?"

　　Perhaps, even though he clearly knew that his son had taken the initiative to look for Cong Gang, Feng Xinglang's tone was precisely this unfriendly.

　　With just the word "again," he clearly stated the fact that Feng Xinglang was not satisfied with Cong Gang for more than a day or two.

　　Cong Gang was too lazy to reply to the vile and unreasonable Feng Xinglang. He didn't even bat an eyelid.

　　"Father, you misunderstood the giant caterpillar. I came to look for him myself! "

　　Seeing that her father was cursing and blaming Cong Gang, the little guy immediately went to defend Cong Gang.

　　"What, wasn't the previous lesson gory enough? You are running around and making your mother worry? "

　　Feng Xinglang pulled over a chair and sat in front of his son and Cong Gang.

　　The little guy pursed his lips. "A son should have the slugs bring a message to Mommy."

　　"Feng Linnuo, can't you be an obedient child? Do you really have to go through so much trouble to make your mother worry about you every day? "

　　Feng Xinglang lectured the disobedient little fellow in a cold voice.

　　The little guy lowered its head, and remained silent.

　　"Why don't you reflect on yourself: it's all because of your complicated social relations.h.i.+p that makes your son's life more complicated, too?!"

　　Cong Gang's words had hit the nail on the head once again.

　　His ability to a.n.a.lyze problems was always unique.

　　"I'm educating my son, why the f * ck are you interrupting? "Do you have the right to interrupt here?"

　　In front of Cong Gang, Feng Xinglang would instinctively a.s.sume the role of master; he would always think that Cong Gang should bow and kneel before him.

　　It was as if, in this place, the decision was in the hands of Cong Gang, right?

　　However, Cong Gang would never lower himself to the same level as Feng Xinglang.

　　Especially in front of little friend Linnuo, she had given him more than enough face.