Chapter 1777 - Waiting-Tender 53

　　In the last month, Feng Xinglang didn't have that colorful night life anymore.

　　"Brat, you're being stubborn with your mother again?"

　　Feng Xinglang carried the small child bug sealed in his arms and snuggled up to his little face.

　　"With my own son's IQ, how could he not call him daddy? "It's just a deliberate act of stubbornness that you're not willing to call me that, right?"

　　The reason was so that he could successfully run away from home. "Look at how anxious your mother is right now. How can you not know how to cherish the fairer s.e.x? "

　　As expected, after getting on the wide nanny van, the little guy stopped acting and climbed down from his father Feng Xinglang's body, beginning to amuse himself.

　　"Stinking brat, why does daddy feel like … Are you using your father? " Feng Xinglang could not help but exclaim.

　　The little guy did not respond to his father's sigh as he began to play with a remotely piloted airplane. I'm not trying to make it fly, I'm tearing it apart. Starting from the wing, little by little, he used his small hands to pull. If he couldn't catch it, or if he couldn't drag it down, the little guy would bite down. Fortunately, they were all food-grade plastic toys.

　　"Take it easy …" Don't break your baby teeth! "

　　Feng Xinglang lazily laid behind the little fellow, looking at the little thing playfully with warm eyes.

　　Generally when taking a child out of the house, Xing s.h.i.+si would drive while Feng Xinglang would rest for a bit.

　　"Sealworm, dad told you: If you don't want to talk again, I'm sure your mommy will take you to see a variety of children's doctors! At that time, you will be the one who will suffer! "I think you should know when to stop, quickly open your n.o.ble little mouth, sweetly call you Mommy so that she won't worry and worry about you!"

　　Feng Xinglang was kind and patient as he advised his son, Feng Buzi, to keep his mouth shut.

　　On the other hand, the little boy from the Sealing Worm only turned his head to glance at his father, before continuing to operate his remote control aircraft.

　　Feng Xinglang realized: although his youngest son was a reckless monster, he almost never hurt himself. The little guy's awareness to protect himself was still very strong.

　　For example, right now, after trying twice, when he realized that he was unable to bite the cabin head that was harder than him with just his little teeth, he delivered the drool filled cabin head to his father, Feng Xinglang, to bite him …

　　"You called me daddy … I'll help you bite it! "

　　Feng Xinglang also used his wife's method of coercion.

　　Again!

　　Wouldn't it hurt to threaten a one-year-old child?

　　It was better to beg for oneself than for others! If I can't bite it, I can smash it!