When Feng Xinglang entered the room, Xue Luo was sitting by the baby's bed, looking at Second Young Master Feng tenderly.
If Feng Linnuo was like his biological father Feng Xinglang, then Buggy was like his father Feng Xinglang in spirit.
There was a proud and unyielding aura that kept people thousands of miles away.
Xue Luo played with her son's little hand: the little hand that should have been chubby with baby fat, but it was slightly thin with distinct joints.
"Miss Lin, why aren't you asleep yet?"
Feng Xinglang washed his hands and sat down, hugging his wife in his arms and kissing her.
"He slept so much during the day, how can he sleep so much!" Xue Luo muttered.
"Come on, Second Young Master Feng, let daddy hug you!"
Under normal circumstances, Second Young Master Feng would not be able to wake up. Even if he was awake, he was too lazy to open his eyes to look at people.
"Not even looking at daddy … so tsundere!"
Even so, it did not affect Feng Xinglang from rubbing and kissing Second Young Master Feng.
This little thing was not clingy. Other than when he was hungry and needed his mother to feed him milk, most of the time he slept quietly. Occasionally when he was in a good mood, he opened his eyes to look at people, but he did not reject them and did not make a fuss no matter who hugged him.
"I think our second son is going to be like you: so tsundere that he doesn't even know what his surname is."
Feeling a surge of desire, Xue Luo gently touched her front, "Oh right, Xinglang, have you thought of our Buggy's name? This birth certificate is going to run out of time. "
What a headache.
At first, she thought it was a girl and the name she had thought of was the poetic and picturesque 'Feng Linwan'; now that the girl suddenly turned into a man, she really could not think of a nice and meaningful name.
"Let your husband think for a few more days!"
Feng Xinglang used the tip of his nose to rub his son's tender little face, his brows slightly tinged with melancholy.
"If you really can't think of a better name, then let's call her Xing Cheng."
"Xing Cheng?"
Feng Xinglang frowned, "How did you think of such a strange name?"
"Grandpa Buggy gave it a name! It sounds not bad to me! "
From Xue Luo's pregnancy to Xue Luo's birth until now, He Tun had always cared for Xue Luo and her son.
When He Tun found out that the name Feng Xinglang and his wife had prepared for their child couldn't be used, he suggested a boy's name called 'Xing Cheng'.
Actually, 'Xing Cheng' should have been Feng Xinglang's name. It was just that the relationship between him and Su He was too much of a joke.
Feng Xinglang's eyes darkened instantly. "My name is Feng Xinglang, and my son is Feng Chengtu. Don't you find it strange?"
Actually, Feng Xinglang understood his wife's intentions. But he deliberately twisted his words.
"Alright, what do you think? It's reasonable for Hetun to want his grandson to acknowledge his ancestors …"
"Alright, say no more! You only need to know that your husband's surname is Feng! "
"…" It's that bad temper again!
Seeing the man's face sink, Xue Luo did not say anything.
"Ah … …" Xue Luo cried out in shock as a wave of pain assaulted her.
"What's wrong, Xue Luo?" Feng Xinglang hurriedly placed the little thing back into the crib.
"It rose again! Quick, quickly go and get me the breast pump. "
Xue Luo could not help but complain, "It's all Auntie An's fault. Everyday they let me drink so much soup and water. I already have so much milk, yet they still urge me every day … … Our Buggy can't drink so much … …"
"Why do you want to get the breast pump? Aren't I ready-made? "
Originally, Feng Xinglang only wanted to flirt with his woman and improve the relationship between husband and wife. But when he buried his head into his wife's bosom and took a few mouthfuls … …
Then he frowned and stood up, "Forget it, I'll go and get the breast pump for you!"
"Hahahaha … …"
Xue Luo who was behind was already unable to stand up from the man's smile.
… …
"Alright, I have Auntie here to take care of me. Tonight you go and accompany your eldest son to sleep. "
Xue Luo reminded her husband who revolved around them and their son daily, "Don't neglect Nuo Nuo."
"En, alright." Feng Xinglang who was carrying his youngest son replied.
"Alright, tell me honestly: Have you ever been like what my Nuo Nuo said: Liking the new and loathing the old?"
Feng Xinglang's handsome eyebrows slightly slanted, "Miss Lin, why are you being so petty? They are both my, Feng Xinglang's, biological children. Do you think I will favor one and discriminate against the other? Liking the new and loathing the old? Do you think you gave birth to two pets! "
"But the truth is: The time you spend with our Nuo Nuo is obviously less than two-thirds! This is an indisputable fact! Isn't it? "
This was the truth that Feng Xinglang could not explain!
After accompanying his wife and youngest son for a while, Feng Xinglang then went upstairs to his son Feng Lin Nuo's room.
Little Lin Nuo had not completely fallen asleep. After playing with Lego for a while, he had just recovered from his sleepiness.
When his biological father Feng Xinglang came in, the little fellow did not feel it. But his biological father who was lying beside him, he clearly felt it.
The little fellow squinted his sleepy eyes and glanced at his biological father who was lying beside him. He let out a long yawn.
"Biological father, don't you need to accompany Buggy and mommy?"
"No need!"
Feng Xinglang kissed his son's forehead, "Biological father tonight, only belongs to our Eldest Young Master Nuo!"
The little fellow was slightly startled at first, then he pursed his lips, "Biological father, you don't need to accompany your eldest son so deliberately …"
He sighed softly, "I'm already so big, I don't need your company anymore! You'd better go accompany Buggy and mommy! "
"These words … Biological father, can you understand it as: Eldest Young Master Nuo is sulking and feeling jealous?"
Feng Xinglang hugged the little fellow's shoulders dotingly and brought him into his arms.
"Biological father, aren't you looking down on your biological son too much? I need my own personal space now! Sticking to my biological father and mother is the behavior of a weakling! My biological son does not want to be a weakling! "
Personal space? Behavior of a weakling? What did that mean?
"Nuo Nuo, who taught you all these?" Feng Xinglang frowned.
"Your biological son is so smart, does he need someone to teach him?"
The little fellow pushed his biological father's arm away from his shoulders, "Biological father, go accompany Buggy and mommy, your biological son really doesn't need you to accompany him!"
"But biological father is already here … and sleeping, if you chase biological father away like this, biological father will be very upset! Biological father just wants to sleep with my Eldest Young Master tonight! "
Thinking that it was just the little fellow's pretentious words, Feng Xinglang decided to stay.
"Then biological son can only put up with taking you in for one night! Don't do it again! "
"…" Had his son really grown up?!
…
Today was the traditional day of offering sacrifices.
Offering sacrifices to Feng Yishan didn't seem to mean much to Feng Xinglang and his sons.
But they still accompanied Feng Lixin and his family to offer sacrifices.
After all, Feng Xinglang had once enjoyed that moment of fatherly love.
"Biological father, biological son misses the big caterpillar … Can we bring little brother Buggy to see the big caterpillar?"
Perhaps his son's suggestion was also what Feng Xinglang was thinking.
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