When Feng Xinglang hurriedly rushed over, Lin Nuo was snuggling in Cong Gang's arms, eating the Italian braised noodles from time to time.
"Father? Why are you here too? "
When he saw his father Feng Xinglang, the little guy was quite happy. He completely ignored his father Feng Xinglang's gloomy handsome face.
Feng Xinglang did not answer his son's question, but first made a video call to his wife Xue Luo. He let her see his son eating noodles to comfort the woman who was extremely anxious because of her son's departure.
"Cong Gang, you f * cking messed with my son again?"
Perhaps he knew that his son took the initiative to look for Cong Gang, but Feng Xinglang's tone was deliberately so unfriendly.
The word 'again' really expressed Feng Xinglang's dissatisfaction with Cong Gang for a long time.
Cong Gang was too lazy to answer the annoying Feng Xinglang. He didn't even lift his eyelids.
"Father, you misunderstood the big caterpillar. I came to look for him on my own! "
Seeing that his father was scolding Cong Gang again, the little guy immediately defended Cong Gang.
"What, the last lesson was not bloody enough? You ran around and made your mother anxious again? "
Feng Xinglang pulled a chair over and sat in front of his son and Cong Gang.
The little guy pursed his lips, "My son will let the slug bring a message to my mother."
"Feng Lin Nuo, can't you be an obedient and sensible child? Do you have to go through all this trouble and make your mommy worry about you every day? "
Feng Xinglang's cold voice educated the disobedient little guy.
The little guy lowered his little head and didn't say a word.
"Why don't you reflect on yourself: isn't it because of your complicated social relations that your son's life also became complicated?!"
Cong Gang's words, once again, hit the key point of the problem.
His ability to analyze the problem was always so unique.
"I'm educating my son, why the f * ck are you interrupting? Do you have the right to interrupt here? "
In front of Cong Gang, Feng Xinglang would instinctively put on the airs of his master; he always thought that Cong Gang should bow and scrape to him.
It seemed that, here, it should be Cong Gang who had the final say, right?!
However, Cong Gang would never lower himself to Feng Xinglang's level over such a small matter.
Especially in front of little friend Lin Nuo, he gave Feng Xinglang enough face and substance.
However, Feng Xinglang listened to Cong Gang's words that hit the nail on the head.
"Father, don't be so fierce, big caterpillar … I really came to find him of my own accord."
The little fellow let out a weak cry. It seemed that he really couldn't stand listening to his own father, Feng Xinglang, scolding Cong Gang like this.
It's very embarrassing, okay! He felt embarrassed for the caterpillar.
"Hurry up and eat! After you're done eating, come back with your biological father! "
Feng Xinglang could hear the restlessness in his voice.
"Father, you should eat some too. The stewed noodles made by the big caterpillar are delicious. "
Although he had been reprimanded, the little fellow was still on his father's side.
"Eat it yourself. Daddy isn't hungry."
At this moment, Feng Xinglang's stomach was rumbling with hunger. These days, he has been living a life of hunger and hunger.
A faint stomach pain came, and Feng Xinglang subconsciously used his hand to press his stomach.
For Feng Xinglang's stomach problem, Xue Luo had been worried about him for more than half a year. Finally, the man's stomach problem was under control and improved, but she didn't expect that the man would once again use his own method to ruin the fruit of a woman's labor. He once again let down the woman's concern.
He saw the sealed box on his table. Inside was a small amount of Brazilian pine nuts.
Feng Xinglang didn't stand on ceremony and directly took it to eat.
"Didn't I ask you to peel more and store it? You're slacking off again! "
Cong Gang raised his head and lightly glanced at Feng Xinglang. He said gently, "Feng Xinglang, Nuo Nuo said that you are sad because of Yan Bang's death. But you don't want your wife and child to see it. "
After a slight pause, Cong Gang looked around. "There are no outsiders here. You can be like your son and cry to your heart's content! If there's a need, I can lend you a shoulder! "
After swallowing the last bit of Brazilian pine nuts, Feng Xinglang looked straight at Cong Gang.
"If you die, I'll be sad too."
Feng Xinglang looked straight into Cong Gang's eyes and said coldly, word by word.
"You flatter me!"
Cong Gang said softly, "If I have to die one day, I'll definitely choose a way to die that will make you hate me!"
Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes slightly and quietly looked at Cong Gang, who had always been calm and collected. He snorted with some sadness. "Cong Gang, I can't see through you more and more! Aren't you tired of always playing tricks with me? "
Cong Gang smiled faintly. "I should have died on the streets of Chinatown many years ago. If I can squander these extra days, I'll squander them. It's not a pity! "
"Are you mocking me for saving you back then?" Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes and looked at him.
Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang and turned his head. He remained silent and didn't say anything else.
"I went through so much trouble to save you, and I even committed a sin by saving you?!"
Feng Xinglang was very unhappy with Cong Gang's aloof and arrogant attitude.
"Feng Xinglang, is it because Yan Bang is still alive that you can live happily?"
Suddenly, Cong Gang skipped the topic above and asked this question out of the blue.
Feng Xinglang slightly hooked the corner of his lips. "Most people are creatures with feelings, not like you!"
Letting out a breath of turbid air, Feng Xinglang looked at the plain and elegant kaffir lily.
"In one's life, one will play many roles. From a young age, one will be a son, one will be a younger brother, one will be a brother, one will be a lover, one will be a husband, one will be a grandfather … In this long life, it is inevitable that one will encounter all kinds of separation! The ups and downs of life, you have to taste them several times. "
"Perhaps it's like having an illness … Once it's over, you'll be fine!"
Feng Xinglang didn't know if these words were meant for Cong Gang to hear or for himself to hear.
But one thing was for sure: This talk could, to a certain extent, reduce the depression in his heart!
Little Lin Nuo had been quietly listening like a devout listener. Although he still couldn't completely understand, he could sense that his father was still sad about Da Bang's death.
"Then this illness of yours … When will it be cured?" Cong Gang asked.
Feng Xinglang looked back at Cong Gang and smiled bitterly. "What, you also want me to get better soon?"
Cong Gang avoided Feng Xinglang's stare. "I'm asking on behalf of your son. You're so depressed every day, and you drive drunk, both mother and son are very worried about you. "
Why did this little bastard tell Cong Gang everything?
Feng Xinglang's gaze fell on his son Lin Nuo, with a little bit of scrutiny and reproach.
The little guy immediately lowered his head, not looking at his father's angry gaze.
"Unless Yan Bang can come back to life, then I will be completely cured!"
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