Wei Kang replied quite implicitly. He knew that he was decided!

I don't seem to understand why Cong Gang is so 'condescending' to coax a 5-year-old p-child!

Idle eggs?

"Weikang, you bastard! I hate you to death! ”

The little guy immediately ran towards Wei Kang's legs, hitting him with his head, beating him with his hands, and kicking with his feet.

Wei Kang hurriedly put the dinner plate in his hand on the table to protect the little head that the little guy bumped into.

"Don't headbutt again! Look, this hairstyle is messed up! Not handsome at all! ”

"Wei Kang, you dare to give my father sleeping pills?! You're so bad! ”

The little guy yelled, "Hmph, I'm going to let you take a truckload of sleeping pills!" Let you sleep for a hundred years! No, a thousand years, ten thousand years! You'll never wake up! ”

"If I can't wake up and pull it down, I'll be a sleeping beauty!"

I really didn't expect that Weikang still has the potential to play tricks and scoundrels.

After continuing to make noise for more than ten minutes, the little guy who was hungry and panicked agreed to eat dinner first under Cong Gang's persuasion.

Wait until you're full, and then settle accounts with Weikang!

The little guy just took a big bite, and looked back at his sleeping father Feng Xinglang. Seemingly a little uneasy, the little guy came forward to test his father's snort with his little finger while sipping the food in his mouth.

Fortunately, the snort is steady, which means that my father is still alive and well.

He spread out his little meat hand and stroked his father's forehead. If you don't get hot, it means that your father is not sick!

It's just that I took too many sleeping pills and slept deeply.

Seeing the little guy so much cherishing his father Feng Xinglang's small appearance, Cong Gang was comforted in his heart. I also like this willful little thing more and more, but stubborn and arrogant, full of filial piety.

"Big caterpillar, has my father eaten dinner?"

The little guy ran back and asked sharply, and at the same time pulled a mouthful of food. The mouth was bulging and chewing and waiting for Cong Gang's next words.

"Of course I did! I don't believe you touch your own father's belly! ”

Cong Gang wiped the corners of his mouth while wiping the corners of his mouth for the little thing, and replied softly.

The little guy ran back to his father's side again, and put his little hand under Feng Xinglang's shirt to touch his father's belly.

"There's no bulging!" The little one snorted.

"Your father's abs don't show off his belly! It's like you, a little fat belly! ”

Cong Gang simply moved the table to the side of the sofa, so that the little guy would not have to run around so hard.

The little one sat on the edge of the sofa, touching his father's cheek while holding a spoon and pulling the meal.

It's good to have a sensible and filial son!

Cong Gang sent the boneless and debarked meat and fish belly to the little one's bowl, and the little one ate like a little wolf cub.

But when he was given broccoli, the little guy threw it aside in disgust.

"Didn't your parents educate you to have a balanced diet and eat more vegetables?" Cong Gang warmed up.

"Then did your parents educate you: respect the old and love the young, and don't bully a poor child who is only 5 years old?"

“……”

This rebuttal is simply unassailable.

After eating the little belly to his heart's content, the little guy refused to follow Cong Gang to wash his white.

"You've been tossing for a day, and you'll stink to death if you don't take a shower!"

Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang on the sofa, "Maybe your father just woke up and was fainted by you!" ”

"Not really! My father loves my own son the most! He won't think I stink! He will love how I stink! ”

The little guy kicked off his shoes, climbed onto the sofa with a bone, and tightly wrapped his father Feng Xinglang's neck in the posture of a koala.

He must let his father Feng Xinglang always be in his sight!

Having the company of my father is much more important than washing the fragrance or something!

Looking at the entangled father and son, Cong Gang didn't come forward to disturb, just watched silently for a few seconds, and then turned to leave.

Xueluo has found the right person.

The kind of European-style ancient buildings like Cong Gang lived in are not common in Shencheng.

The haunted villa is the same period as the Bai family's Bai Mansion.

After Bai Mo learned the specific location of the haunted house from Old Man Bai, he hurried over to meet Xueluo.

"Sister-in-law, Brother Lang was really kidnapped by Cong Gang's traitor?"

Bai Mo didn't know much about Cong Gang and his people. I also occasionally heard about it from Ye Shinian's mouth. was boasted by Ye Shinian to a worldly master. At that time, Bai Mo was only bragging about Ye Shinian. "Yes! Nuno is now also in Cong Gang's hands! Xueluo sighed slightly.

"Huh? That dog thing even kidnapped Nuo Boy? Rely on it! He's tired of it! ”

Bai Mo scolded and scolded. But the accelerator under his feet kept on tight.

When Xueluo and Bai Mo rushed to Cong Gang's haunted house, Xing Er and the others had already left.

The doors of the villa are wide open. There was light coming out of it. The crystal lamp was turned on when Xing Ba left. I want to attract others here to the greatest extent possible, so as to rescue Yan Bang who has fainted in shock in the basement.

"Not good! We're late! Someone should have taken the lead! ”

Bai Mo rushed to the front and saw that the high-ceilinged living room was littered with building debris that had fallen from the blasting on the second floor.

Xueluo followed, looking around at the layout of the villa. It seems that he didn't expect the bloodthirsty and cunning Cong Gang to raise these delicate orchids.

"Sister-in-law, you should wait in the car. I think it's weird. Bai Mo proposed.

"It's okay. They should have gone. ”

Xueluo is not sure whether the people who have come here to carry out micro-blasting are from Hetun or Yan Bang's men. Or maybe it's someone from GK Ventures.

But no matter what kind of people it is, if there is Feng Xinglang's whereabouts, they should inform her of this wife.

Bai Mo quickly searched upstairs and downstairs in the villa, "We're late!" It's empty! ”

Looking at the ruins in the living room, it should indeed be late.

Just when Bai Mo was about to leave Cong Gang's villa with Xueluo, Xueluo paused.

"Bai Mo, don't be in a hurry! It's already here, so let's look for it again! Maybe there's a basement or a dark room or something! ”

After all, Xueluo has lived under the wings of Hetun for so many years, and what kind of dark room or something has been deeply rooted in her thinking.

"Dark room? Is it here? ”

Bai Mo asked casually in confusion. But he agreed to Xueluo's proposal and began to look for a possible dark room in this villa.

Five minutes later, the snow fell and let out an exclamation.

"Bai Mo, come and see. There's a basement entrance here! ”

"I'll go down and have a look."

The basement was pitch black, and with the help of the function of the mobile phone flashlight, Bai Mo walked in front of the snowfall.