Chapter 1787 - Waitress 63

　　The way that he taught others to be happy should allow him to achieve twice the results with half the effort.

　　Only when the little guy was in a happy mood could he continue his practice in a happy mood.

　　Seeing that his father could actually bring him here on his own accord, the little guy could not conceal his happiness.

　　Before entering the villa, which was to say before he wiped his face, Feng Xinglang, who was holding onto his youngest son, stopped in his tracks.

　　"Insect, do you want to go in?"

　　"Mhmm..." The little guy leaned forward and pointed at the face screen with his little finger. He signaled to the nagging fellow to quickly wash his face.

　　It was as if the little guy knew that this strange door could only be used to brush his father's face.

　　"I want to go in... Just obediently call me daddy … Call me Daddy! Dad is simpler. Good girl, call me daddy! "

　　Feng Xinglang began his prelude act — First, it was a small threat.

　　That was deadly!

　　How could this guy be so childish?!

　　If I call you 'Daddy', how much meat can you grow?

　　Even if he could grow a piece of meat, it would only be a piece of fat!

　　The little guy smacked his lips. He first turned his head to look at the liquid crystal screen that was brus.h.i.+ng his face, then turned to look at his father, Feng Xinglang.

　　Then, he suddenly hugged his father's face with his small hands and pushed towards the screen that was swipe his face …

　　"Stinky brat, you really followed your own father to force yourself on me? With your little strength, can you even shake your father? "

　　Feng Xinglang was amused by his son's small actions. He turned his head with force, and the little guy's face was easily corrected back to him.

　　He couldn't even wrench this guy's head with his little arms and legs, much less his thighs.

　　The little guy was wondering if he should cry a little to show that he was weak when a gust of cold wind blew over; the little guy was so agitated that he trembled.

　　In general, the children of the bugs liked the cold wind.

　　A situation where one couldn't withstand the cold while at the top, wasn't something that anyone could comprehend and enjoy.

　　Ye Zichen thought that the little fellow would crawl into his arms because it was too cold, but he didn't expect that the little thing would stand straight up against the chilly wind. It even opened its little mouth and choked on the cold wind … Play!

　　It was like this: To mistreat oneself, to make others feel heartache!

　　Actually, it wasn't that strange. The little guy simply thought that choking wind was fun.