After dropping these stakes to Lin Nuo's children, Cong Gang left with his own plate.

It is very suitable for the son to do the work of feeding his father's medicinal diet.

He also fell quietly. lest you have an arrogant and unreasonable war of words with Feng Xinglang.

'Feed more and hurt more, you can do it yourself', this sentence is indeed a lot of challenges for a 5-year-old child.

The little guy understands that his father's body is injured, and he can't eat the heavy beef tenderloin stewed noodles, so he can only eat the dark and heavy medicinal soup.

The little guy picked up the black and heavy medicinal bowl, and then looked at his father Feng Xinglang, who was tightly screwed by his eyebrows, and hesitated slightly.

This Cong Gang is really bad enough to bleed pus!

only gave their father and son a plate of beef tenderloin stewed noodles, not to mention, and also threw away a bowl of bitter medicinal food.

Feng Xinglang really wanted to smash the bowl of medicinal soup on Cong Gang's face, and then warn him with the attitude of a king: Lao Tzu doesn't eat it!

But Feng Xinglang at this moment couldn't be ruthless.

"Nono, are you hungry? The beef tenderloin noodles are not delicious when they are cold. Hurry up and eat, Cong Gang's slut's cooking skills are still good. ”

Of course, Feng Xinglang would not grab a plate of beef tenderloin stewed noodles with his own son.

But the little guy pursed his mouth and said, "Feng Xinglang, can I feed you medicine?" Mommy said: Good medicine is good for disease. ”

Feng Xinglang's head suddenly became big: Cong Gang, who eats guns, has been damaged to such an extent? Let his own son force him to suffer this bitter thing?

"That...... Nuno, in fact, my father's illness is almost better...... This bowl of Chinese medicine was prepared by Cong Gang for me. If you believe him, our father and son will lose! ”

I have to say that Feng Xinglang is better than Cong Gang in terms of eloquence, IQ and EQ.

"But I don't think Uncle Cong Gang will lie to anyone!" The little one has his own judgment.

"Good son, don't be deceived by Cong Gang's kind and stupid illusion! Knowing people, knowing faces, but not knowing hearts, is talking about Cong Gang's people! ”

Feng Xinglang didn't want to slander Cong Gang. But he was really disgusted with the dark Chinese medicine. The color is unbearable, but the key is that it is so bitter that it makes people vomit. Feng Xinglang felt that if he took a bite, he would have to lose his life by at least one month!

"Otherwise, you drink a spoonful of medicine, and I'll feed you another noodle to eat, okay?"

The little guy compromised. flashed a pair of clear eyes for the sake of his father's body, which really made people can't bear to refuse.

Feng Xinglang pondered for a few seconds, and roared in the direction of the camera, "Cong Gang, you dog haggard won!" Pretty cool, right? ”

Under his son's full filial piety, Feng Xinglang quickly finished eating the bowl of Chinese medicine.

You must know that if this thing stays in your mouth for one more second, you will have one more second of indescribable bitterness.

"Feng Xinglang, you are too profitable! Eat so fast! Would you like another bowl? ”

It seems that the little one is a bit addicted to feeding.

Feng Xinglang waved his head along his chest and stomach.

"Nuno, the noodles are almost cold, you can eat them quickly."

Knowing that if he didn't eat this bowl of Chinese medicine, the little guy wouldn't want to eat noodles. I have to say that Cong Gang's move is really ruthless!

The little one immediately began to eat the delicious Italian black pepper beef tenderloin noodles with joy. Cong Gang's cooking skills are really good, the little guy eats very deliciously, and his little mouth keeps chirping. I didn't forget to feed my father Feng Xinglang one and a half strips in filial piety.

"Nuno, you can eat, my father is full."

First, Feng Xinglang was really filled with that bowl of Chinese medicinal food; Second, he was also full of anger by Cong Gang.

A plate of Italian braised noodles, the little guy has eaten most of it, and his little belly is rounded.

"Is it delicious?"

Cong Gang reappeared again in a leisurely manner.

"Delicious, delicious! It's delicious! ”

The little guy praised Cong Gang's cooking skills without hesitation, "Actually, it's not bad for a man to do laundry and cook." Cong Gang, I like you a lot! ”

"Stinky boy, bought you off with a plate of braised noodles? It's really not your father's style! ”

Seeing that his son and Cong Gang showed goodwill, Feng Xinglang was not happy in his heart.

Parting is always sad. It's even more reluctant.

"Nuno, stay here tonight with your father! Good no good? Feng Xinglang hugged his son in his arms.

But the little guy still shook his head resolutely, "Nuo Nuo can't rest assured that he can't kiss Mommy!" ”

"Isn't she accompanied by Yuan Duoduo?" Feng Xinglang stroked his son's black sleeping hair.

"But Da Duoduo is also a girl! How can two girls do without the protection of a man! ”

The little guy said heroically like a little man. "Hmmm! Men should have mercy on the jade! It's up to me! ”

Feng Xinglang was amused by his 5-year-old son's machismo thoughts. Hugging the little one, overflowing with his fatherly love.

"I won't follow you! You will only abandon your wife and children! ”

The little guy said with great disapproval. It seems that this 'abandonment of wife and children' seems to be deeply ingrained in the little guy's mind. In other words, a more or less small shadow has been left on his young mind.

"Good son, can we not open a pot and mention a pot? Besides, aren't your father and I trying to correct our mistakes? Give your dad some time and opportunity, okay? ”

Feng Xinglang was good-natured and patiently discussed with his own son.

After a period of father-son affection, the little guy was held by Wei Kang, who had been waiting for more than an hour.

"Remember: don't let Da Duoduo take advantage of my own son! If you can't give it to you, try not to give it to you. Got it? ”

Feng Xinglang stood up. It seems that every word he says consumes a lot of his physical strength. The reason why he stood up to send his own son was one thing, and he also wanted the little guy to bring a message of safety to the idiot woman.

"Bring this on."

Before leaving, Feng Xinglang handed over a brand-new mobile phone to his son Lin Nuo.

After watching the little guy climb into the off-road vehicle and drive away, Feng Xinglang's tall body instantly weakened, and was firmly supported by Cong Gang behind him.

"I'm almost halfway up, and I still have to maintain the glorious image of your father?"

"You can't make a child, you know a p!" Feng Xinglang snorted coldly.

"......" Cong Gang really wanted to throw Feng Xinglang in his arms directly on the marble floor and ignore it.

Xueluo really didn't expect that it was more than eleven o'clock in the night, and his son Lin Nuo was actually sent back.

"Kiss Mommy, do you miss your baby son?"

The little one's joy gave back a lot of information: he got along with his own father very well; And his own father is still alive and well.

"Thought! Go wash up and go to bed early. ”

"Mommy, don't you want to ask: How is bastard Feng Xinglang now?" The little one is a little impatient.

"Mommy doesn't want to know at all!"

“……”