Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me
Chapter 1777

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 sex? "

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 Shisi 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 noble 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!

The little guy immediately slammed the remote control aircraft in his hand towards the bulletproof windows. After failing to smash it open once, the little fellow picked it up and continued to smash it again and again.

"Brat, you've tortured a good toy to this extent …" Isn't your way of playing a bit too violent?! "

Sometimes, Feng Xinglang would also wonder: How could the just him and his gentle and beautiful wife Lin Xueluo give birth to this little demon in front of them?

When it was quiet and obedient, it made people want to take care of him.

However, when he was having a prank, people would really want to give him a good beating!

"Don't you want to reward your father's face? "Obediently call me 'Father' …"

Looking at his youngest son who was indifferent to everything, Feng Xinglang frowned: "Going against your father? It's not really called that, is it? "Then daddy will really throw you out of the car!"

The little guy who was so focused on playing suddenly dropped the remote control aircraft that was full of holes. He pointed with his little finger in a certain direction and let out a "gee gege" sound.

Feng Xinglang subconsciously turned his head to take a glance: It was actually the intersection to the Qibei Mountain City!

"You won't call me daddy! If you don't want to bring your father away, then so be it! "

Naturally, Feng Xinglang would not bring his one-year-old son to that sinister and ghastly place so early in the morning.

Knowing that his arms couldn't even be twisted, the little fellow stuck to the window and looked in the direction of the Qibei Mountain City through the glass window.

"Stinking brat, is Cong Gang your father? Do you always want to go to his place? "

Feng Xinglang doted on the little fellow and gave it a light, symbolic smack on its little head, before he pulled it into his embrace.

However, the little guy still twisted his body and looked towards the intersection of Qibei Mountain City until he disappeared.

… ….

In the morning, the little guy was quite quiet and obedient. His father, Feng Xinglang, was able to work at ease as well.

But after lunch, when the father and son were ready to rest, the little guy began to make a ruckus. And it was the kind that no one could ignore. Not to mention squinting to rest.

The little fellow pulled his father's hand, Feng Xinglang's, forcefully pulling him towards the entrance of the resting room.

"Sealing bug, it's really hard for dad to earn some milk powder for you …" Can I let dad rest for a while? "

Feng Xinglang had truly underestimated the little guy's endurance, "If you keep making such a ruckus, my father will beat you up!"

A minute later, the entire lounge was filled with the crying sounds of the children from the Sealing Insect.

Send the little guy back to the Feng Family, and worry about the little bastard being carried by his mother again. Let him continue to howl like this, and not be willing to part with the little guy to cry so much, and also not be able to explain to his mother.

Thus, Feng Xinglang thought of a place where both parties could enjoy their beauty: It could calm the little guy down, and could also rest for a while.

When Feng Xinglang used his handsome face that could bewitch all living things to scrape open the door, little friend Feng Bug happily squeezed his way through the gap in the door that had yet to be fully opened.

"Insect …" Slow down! Your Big Caterpillar Ghost uncle is not here during the day! "

Feng Xinglang ridiculed tiredly. In the month after Yan Bang regained consciousness, he would frequently bring his two sons here.

To Yan Bang, he was already equivalent to a stranger; and Bai Mo, was also gradually distancing herself from him …

For a grown man, he didn't even have a good brother to drink and chat with … It was actually quite cruel!

"Insect, dad is sitting on the sofa in the living room, squinting …" You're not allowed to run far! "

"Mhmm!" The little guy humphed and ran happily toward the staircase.

The little guy had come here quite a few times, he should be more familiar with every nook and cranny of this ancient villa than his father, Feng Xinglang.

In the past, he would have worried about the little guy knocking against him, but now, he didn't have to worry anymore. The little guy was more familiar with the environment here than he was. The little thing had explored every corner of the bird's horn before. Except for the doors that wouldn't open.

In other words, as long as he locked the smart door, Lil Thing could only play happily in the mansion.

Other than the Cong Gang who turned into a ghost, perhaps no one else would be able to enter this Ghost Manor.

If Cong Gang who had turned into a ghost dared to come out from the ground to scare his son, he guaranteed that he would beat Feng Xinglang to the point that his soul would scatter.

If he couldn't defeat Cong Gang who had turned into a ghost, at least in terms of protecting his son's aura, he, Feng Xinglang, would definitely win!

However, Feng Xinglang was really looking forward to Cong Gang coming out from underground …

Even if it was just a ghost!