His son's provocation seemed to arouse Feng Xinglang's interest.
He also wanted to know which orchid Cong Gang, the mysterious guy, would like!
"What shall we bet?"
Feng Xinglang tilted his head and glanced at the excited little fellow.
"If the big caterpillar likes my butterfly flower, then you lose! If you lose, you must go with me to Pater Castle to visit my adoptive father! "
He thought the little fellow would scratch his ears and think for a long time, but he unexpectedly blurted it out.
This bet … seemed to be beyond Feng Xinglang's expectations! He really didn't expect his son to make such a request.
Not wanting to hurt the little fellow's filial piety towards He Tun, Feng Xinglang's lips curled up slightly.
"But what if Cong Gang likes my Mo Lan? Doesn't that mean you've lost? "
"Well … then I lose! If I lose … I'll listen to you! Tell me, what do you want me to do? "
The little fellow was quite smart. If he lost, he lost. If he won, he won. If he lost, he lost.
"Well … I haven't thought of anything yet!"
Feng Xinglang really didn't think of anything that the little fellow had to do. He didn't like to force his child to do something he didn't like. Even if the little fellow sometimes made some principled mistakes, Feng Xinglang would close one eye if he could.
"If I lose, I'll study hard and listen to mommy!"
The little fellow helped his father, Feng Xinglang, to put forward a condition, "Strive to be a good son, how about that?"
"Study hard and listen, that's what you should do, okay? Can this also be a condition? "
Feng Xinglang snorted, "Just owe it for now! When I think about it, I'll ask for it for you! "
"You say it as if you'll win …" The little fellow muttered, "Father, you'll definitely lose! Just wait and see! "
…
He had to admire Cong Gang's body that was stronger than steel.
In just a few days, he could already stand up.
In fact, it wasn't 'he could', but Cong Gang forced himself to stand up.
If it were Feng Xinglang, he would probably stay in bed for ten days to half a month, or even three to five months. He was used to being served like a master.
In this world, since there were people who were willing to be masters, there were also people who were willing to serve them.
One was willing to hit, the other was willing to suffer!
"Boss, Feng Xinglang and his son are here."
"What are they doing here again?" Cong Gang frowned. "Tell them I'm not here!"
"The father and son pair, each holding a pot of orchids … They look rather silly!"
This Wei Kang's errands were much better than that wooden-brained fourth brother Yannawa. Obviously, he felt that it was a pity that his boss didn't see the foolish Feng Xinglang and his son.
In fact, Wei Kang just wanted his boss to let go of his overly depressed state of mind.
Whether it was good or bad, it could stir up a trace of waves in Cong Gang's peaceful life.
This was what Wei Kang wanted to achieve!
In other words, he wanted Boss to have some fun and tease Feng Xinglang and his son! Anyway, he had nothing to do.
But he was really thinking too little!
It was hard to say who was teasing who!
"Big caterpillar … big caterpillar … I'm here to see you!"
The little fellow ran in excitedly, holding the pot of butterfly orchids he had chosen for Cong Gang.
Before Yannawa received the order to refuse, he tacitly agreed to the intrusion of Feng Xinglang and his son.
Perhaps he felt that the father and son pair, each holding a pot of orchids, shouldn't be here to cause trouble!
A pot of orchids and a ceramic flowerpot were a little heavy. If a seven-year-old child wanted to carry it upstairs, it was still a little difficult.
Remembering something, the little fellow turned back from the stairs and handed the orchid in his hand to his father, Feng Xinglang.
"Biological father, you hold both pots of flowers! This way, the big caterpillar won't be able to tell who chose who! It's also fair for you! Your biological son will make you lose convincingly! "
"…"
Sure enough, he was Feng Xinglang's biological son! His little mind was not just sharp and wise.
Looking at the little fellow's serious appearance, Feng Xinglang was really happy. "You want your biological father to lose convincingly? You're still a little too inexperienced! "
"Hmph! It's not certain who's more inexperienced! "
The little fellow cast a disdainful look at him, then hurriedly ran upstairs alone.
"Big caterpillar … big caterpillar, I'm here to see you!"
The little fellow ran into the bedroom on the second floor in one breath. Cong Gang, who was still standing just now, was already lying on the bed.
"Big caterpillar, I'm here to see you …"
The little fellow leaned against the bed, leaned over and hugged Cong Gang's neck, and gave him a loud kiss on the cheek. "Good morning, big caterpillar!"
They were really biological father and son, both liked to kiss others so casually. This little one was fine, but this big one …
In fact, there were not many people who could let the little fellow take the initiative to kiss!
The little fellow was very good at picking people. In his opinion, it should be an honor!
"Big caterpillar, are you better?"
The little fellow pressed his forehead against Cong Gang's, comforting him with a kind of warmth that made one's heart warm.
"En, much better." Cong Gang responded. His voice was a little hoarse.
Then, he saw Feng Xinglang, who was holding a pot of orchids in each hand, looking at him with a gentle gaze.
That's right! That gaze could be described as' gentle '! He should be looking at his own child!
"Big caterpillar, look, what present I brought for you …"
The little fellow waved at his father, Feng Xinglang. "Father, hurry up and bring the flowers to me!"
Under the little fellow's command, Feng Xinglang placed the two pots of orchids at the head of Cong Gang's bed.
"Big caterpillar, do you like it?" The little fellow asked excitedly.
Cong Gang nodded slightly. "En, I like it."
Whether he really liked it or not, he really couldn't tell. But by saying so, he gave the father and son some face.
"Big caterpillar, which one do you like better?"
The little fellow asked very seriously. He was also a little nervous, looking forward to Cong Gang's answer.
Because if he won, he could fulfill his second wish, which was to bring his father to Pater Castle to see his foster father and Xing Laoba.
"Cough, cough!"
Feng Xinglang, who was sitting on the wooden chair, coughed twice.
He wondered if his throat was itchy? Or if he was reminding someone, or warning someone.
The quick-witted Lin Nuo, of course, wouldn't let his bastard father threaten the big caterpillar. He immediately rushed forward and tightly covered his father's mouth.
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