Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me

"What?" What did your mother say? "

Feng Xinglang\'s thick sword-like eyebrows raised in dissatisfaction.

"I kissed Mommy and said: She has — no — loved — you!"

In order to express its strong emphasis, the little guy repeated every single word in his father\'s ear with a roar.

After which, the little guy added in a sympathetic tone, "Feng Xinglang, you\'re dead!"

"Tsk … "Tch!"

Feng Xinglang said disapprovingly, "Your mother wants to capture you, do you understand?"

"I don\'t understand!" The little guy bluntly said, "Anyway, if Mommy doesn\'t love you anymore, I can\'t love you either!"

"Don\'t worry, once my father recovers, I will immediately set out. I will make sure that your mother is completely obedient. Over and over again, under my body, I said that she loved me and couldn\'t stop! "

In Feng Xinglang\'s opinion, when a woman said \'I don\'t love him\', it was entirely because she wanted to take advantage of the situation.

How could Feng Xinglang not see how much that idiot woman had done for him? Of course, he also knew that if a woman was wronged, they could just coax her to finish the job.

"Keep bragging!"

Although the little guy felt that the bastard\'s father was bragging, he still liked to hear it. She felt that her dad was still very charming.

"With father coming out, I guarantee your mother will love me to no end!"

Feng Xinglang still maintained his demonic look. He was determined to win against Lin Xueluo.

"Let\'s hope so!"

Of course, the little guy also hoped that kissing Mommy would make him fall in love with his father again. That way, he would be able to have his own mother and father.

What a wonderful thing! It was the complete home that the little guy had always hoped for.

This was the first time the little fellow unrestrainedly enjoyed the love of a father: It could knead his hair into a bird\'s nest; it could smack rows of teeth marks on his face.

"Nuonuo, your father is suffering from internal injuries!"

After waiting patiently for more than half an hour, Cong Gang finally said in a gentle and clear voice, "If you torment him like this, although he won\'t die, he\'ll still hurt a lot. It will also extend your father\'s recovery time! "

Hearing Cong Gang\'s words, the little guy obediently climbed down from his father\'s body.

"Cong Gang, what are you doing? [Who cares if I live or die? Are you jealous that I have a son who\'s in love with me? "

Feng Xinglang being rude was not something that ordinary people could handle.

And Cong Gang was not an ordinary person, so he could bear it.

"Yes!" I\'m jealous! Jealousy makes me want to throw you into the Pater Castle and let the Hetun make you a dried corpse! "

Cong Gang\'s words were even more deserving of a beating.

Given Feng Xinglang\'s bad temper...

However, this time, Feng Xinglang did not become violent, but instead stared deeply at Cong Gang\'s indifferent face.

After a long while, she finally said calmly, "Cong Gang, you\'re enough!"

"What would you like to eat tonight?"

Cong Gang immediately changed the topic. Because he had read the deep grief in Feng Xinglang\'s eyes. It was an untouchable pain.

With a swing of his long arm, Feng Xinglang once again wrapped around his son Nuonuo who was staring blankly at them.

"Tell your father: What does your son want to eat tonight?"

The little guy tilted his small mouth, and turned around to look at Cong Gang in a daze. As if he was shocked by what Cong Gang had just said: Let my foster father make the dried corpse? What does that mean? Was my foster father going to make things difficult for this bastard\'s father again?

"Nuonuo, you don\'t have to be afraid of him! He\'s a paper tiger! "

Feng Xinglang thought that his son\'s silence was because of the fearsome Cong Gang.

"Cong Gang, come over here quickly and let my son tug at his ear!"

In order to let his son be at ease, Feng Xinglang actually made such a ridiculous request to Cong Gang.

Cong Gang looked at the father and son duo silently, then turned and went to the kitchen.

"Do you see? A man who only knows how to wash and cook is the most cowardly! So, you don\'t have to be afraid of him at all. "

In Feng Xinglang\'s eyes, belittling Cong Gang was just to make him look more friendly.

The little guy was silent for a moment, then asked with a serious expression. "Feng Xinglang, is my foster father still going to turn you into a dried corpse?"

The word "desiccated corpse" was a horrifying word.

Feng Xinglang\'s expression froze as well. He gently caressed his son\'s small face and gently said:

"Don\'t worry, dad won\'t give anyone the chance to hurt our family of three!"

The little guy nodded slightly and glanced in the direction of the kitchen.

"Feng Xinglang, can you treat that Uncle Cong Gang a little better?"

"Why?" Feng Xinglang asked with interest.

"Because I think he\'s very powerful! He can defeat his foster father and protect you! " The little fellow voiced out his thoughts.

Feng Xinglang was startled at first, but then smiled warmly: "How old are you to actually know how to bribe people?"

With just this, he had chosen to follow Feng Xinglang!

"But tell me, why do you think that Cong Gang can defeat your foster father?"

Although he felt that it was just his son\'s childish words, Feng Xinglang was still a bit interested.

In the Shen City, in Yan Bang\'s territory, if even his men could not surround and attack Hetun, how could Cong Gang defeat him?

Adding Wei Kang?

Perhaps, there are also many other Wei Kang s … Just that he, Feng Xinglang, did not know about it?

Feng Xinglang\'s eyes became cold, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that Cong Gang was not as simple as he thought.

He actually thought that Cong Gang was simple?

Could it be that even Feng Xinglang was mistaken?

"I think I saw him in the dark room …" The little fellow fell into deep thought.

"Small black room?" When? Is he also locked up by your foster father? " Feng Xinglang asked.

The little guy shook his head. "It was when you were locked in the dark room by your foster father."

"In the Pater Castle?"

"No. In that little dark room by the sea. But I\'m not sure it was him. "

The little guy decided not to think about such a troublesome matter.

But Feng Xinglang was startled: Cong Gang actually went to Shallow Water Bay\'s villa? And he even went into the basement?

Is it that strange? Why didn\'t he feel it?

An exquisite plate of Black Pepper Bull Willow Risky Noodle was sent in front of Linnuo\'s little friend, who immediately drooled.

"Where\'s Feng Xinglang? He didn\'t? "

After the little guy took a sip of the delicious risotto noodles, he finally realized that there were only two pieces of noodles, one for each of his hands and the other for Cong Gang.

"Your dad has internal injuries, so he can\'t eat such heavy food!" Cong Gang said indifferently.

"If you eat it, you will at most be injured; but if you don\'t, you will be hurt! People would die! Hurry up and give me that plate in your hands! "

Feng Xinglang who was half lying on the sofa wanted to stand up to grab it, but just as he exerted his strength, the pain from his broken ribs caused him to groan.

The little guy immediately put down his fork and supported his father, Feng Xinglang.

Another bowl of medicine was sent to the tea table beside the sofa.

"Nuonuo, I will leave your father in your service! He can only eat this! "

"If your father is greedy, you can feed him a few noodles. Feeding them as much as you can, it\'s up to you. "