Feng Xinglang became the super wet nurse for the whole night.

　　Of course, a daughter had to sleep in her arms, and her youngest son couldn't let her go … Fortunately, the eldest son went to his foster father's house to play some New Sixteenth, otherwise, if the bed was big, it wouldn't be enough.

　　This was a rare opportunity. It could increase the relations.h.i.+p between father and son.

　　"Insect, isn't little sister cute?"

　　Feng Xinglang warmly asked as he laid in his embrace, but his pair of eyes were fixedly staring at his youngest son through the window.

　　She had obviously drawn the curtains, but now a crack the width of a hand was left behind. It must have been pulled away by his youngest son before he climbed up.

　　Was he in a state of mind?

　　"Cute." The little guy mechanically answered his father's question.

　　"Then do you like it late night younger sister?" Feng Xinglang gently turned his youngest son's head around.

　　"Little Bug loves Mommy, Love Dad Compared, Love Nuonuo, Love Late … Love the big bug! "

　　The first part was quite smooth, but the last part, the Big Worm Love, was particularly profound.

　　"..." The current Feng Xinglang doesn't seem to want to talk about Cong Gang at all, so he changed the topic, "Insect Bugs, you and Big Brother Nuonuo, as well as your little sister at night, are siblings of the same father and mother. No matter when or where, you two must always love each other, understand?"

　　Tonight's topic was to teach the two children to cherish their hard-earned siblings.

　　The bug nodded obediently, then muttered, "Dad, does the big bug miss you?"

　　Feng Xinglang slightly frowned, "Didn't you say that the big bugs only love the little bugs? I don't think so! If he only loves you, will he be able to stay away from you for so long? "

　　"But the little bug really does miss the big bug."

　　Originally, Feng Xinglang only wanted to distance himself from Cong Gang, he did not think that he would talk about his youngest son being depressed.

　　"Enough, stop thinking about it! The one who will always love you, the one who will never abandon you! "

　　Feng Xinglang kissed his youngest son's forehead, "You and Big Sister Evening, along with Big Brother Nuonuo, are my father's precious treasures!"

　　Usually, the children of Feng Lin's evening would sleep on the crib. Tonight, her father loved to burst, so he carried her to the big bed. Lil Thing then went into his embrace out of habit … But unfortunately, no matter how much he tried, he couldn't get his hands on his bottle.

　　Thus, he started to shout and cry.

　　Feng Xinglang's head started to hurt again!

　　He had just carried his daughter to the door of the princess' room in an attempt to get his wife to feed her, but the virtuous wife only said 'bottle of milk' and then stopped.

　　Feng Xinglang wanted to push open the door and enter the room forcefully, but didn't expect that he would be kicked out of the room and the lock on the door would be blocked by his wife who used the desk instead.

　　Thinking that if he wanted to use brute force to push open the door, he would only scare the girl in his arms. He could only carry his daughter and go downstairs to ask Nanny An for help.

　　The bottle wouldn't drink obediently, but the hungry little guy would eat the supplementary food fed by the spoon. Humming and crying while eating, really made father Feng Xinglang's heart hurt too much.

　　It was not easy to coax her to sleep, but now she started to cry again. Fortunately, the sound wasn't too loud, and it shouldn't be due to hunger.

　　For the better part of an hour, Feng Xinglang was lying on his back with his arms crossed over his shoulders as he shook his body. After going through a lot, he finally managed to coax his daughter to sleep again.

　　When he looked at his youngest son again, he saw that the little fellow had already fallen asleep.

　　It seems like this person's energy is quite limited. He didn't want to neglect his youngest son on a subjective level, but on an objective level, he had neglected him too much.

　　… ….

　　Compared to Feng Family, who was in a mess, the act of chasing a wife was much sweeter.

　　The more you do something like deepening the relations.h.i.+p between a couple, the more you want to do it.

　　After Bai Mo tasted the sweetness once, he thought about the second and third time.

　　Thus, every night when he returned, he would have to battle his two daughters for wisdom and courage.