This naughty child... How could he say that?

　　It was quite outside of Feng Xinglang's expectations.

　　Did he miss Cong Gang that dog?

　　I don't think so! But why did the little thing say so? Could it be that in his heart, his father was speaking differently?

　　Feng Xinglang was going to refute her anyway. However, he felt that in front of this stubborn little fellow, all of his excuses were useless.

　　"Dad, take your little brother Buggy and go around everywhere. Your little brother went upstairs to take a look at the big caterpillar's favorite flowers and gra.s.ses!"

　　After the little guy gave his instructions, he ran up the stairs.

　　"Nuonuo, slow down."

　　Feeling that the living room downstairs was empty, Feng Xinglang slowly followed her upstairs.

　　Perhaps because the environment that was not too gentle made Second Young Master Feng feel uncomfortable. When Feng Xinglang walked up the stairs, the little thing in his arms let out two shallow cries.

　　The crying sound wasn't loud, but it could be heard throughout the stifling tranquility of the villa.

　　"What's wrong? My lord... What's wrong? "

　　Feng Xinglang stopped in his tracks and kissed the little fellow; feeling the warmth of the human body, the little thing that was originally a little uncomfortable actually stopped crying and opened its eyes to take a look.

　　Feng Xinglang wasn't sure what the little guy, who had only been here for a little more than a month, could see, but looking at the little guy's focused expression, it seemed like it really felt that he could see something.

　　Feng Xinglang frowned slightly as he looked around cautiously.

　　"Cong Gang, if you are still f * * king lingering, come find me! The insect is still young, don't scare him! "

　　Was he childish enough to talk to a ghost?

　　"Click!" It should be coming from the third floor.

　　"Nuonuo..."

　　Feng Xinglang hugged onto the little thing in his arms tightly and walked upstairs.

　　"Dad, have you been here alone?"

　　Little friend Linnuo stood in front of the flowers and plants, thinking about everything.

　　"Why do you ask?"

　　Feng Xinglang frowned slightly.

　　"Because there are some flowers and plants. They're all still alive! "

　　The flower rooms that Cong Gang left behind were not all filled with those delicate orchids that were hard to serve; there were also a number of pots and pans that Feng Xinglang thought were very easy to deal with. Just pour some water and get some nutrient solution and they'll grow brilliantly.