In the recent month, Feng Xinglang did not have that colorful nightlife, instead, he was more devoted to his wife and son.
"Little brat, are you being stubborn with your mommy again?"
Feng Xinglang held the little Feng Buchong who was acting obedient in his arms, and kissed his little face that was snuggling up to him.
"With my son's IQ, how is it possible that you don't know how to call your parents? You're just being stubborn on purpose, aren't you? "
Feng Xinglang reprimanded his little son who was acting obedient on purpose, with the aim of successfully running away from home.
"Look at how anxious your mommy is. Why don't you know how to be tender to the fairer sex? "
As expected, after they got into the spacious nanny car, the little fellow stopped acting obediently and climbed down from his father, Feng Xinglang, and started to entertain himself.
"Little brat, why do I feel that … you're using me?" Feng Xinglang could not help but sigh.
The little fellow ignored his father's sigh and started to fiddle with a remote control plane. He did not want it to fly, but he was dismantling it. Starting from the wing, he used his little hands to pull it bit by bit. If he really could not pull it down, or if he could not pull it, the little fellow would bite it. Fortunately, they were all food-grade plastic toys.
"Don't bite too hard … Don't break your baby teeth!"
Feng Xinglang laid lazily behind the little fellow, and watched the little fellow fiddle with a gentle gaze.
Usually, when he brought the child out, Xing Shisi would be the one to drive, so Feng Xinglang could take a short break.
"Feng Buchong, let me tell you, if you don't want to call someone to talk, I believe your mommy will definitely bring you to see all sorts of pediatric doctors! By then, you'll be the one suffering! I think a wise man submits to circumstances, quickly open your noble little mouth and call your mommy sweetly, so that she won't be worried and anxious about you! "
Feng Xinglang patiently persuaded his little son, Feng Buchong, who refused to open his mouth to talk.
Feng Buchong, on the other hand, only turned his head and glanced at his father, then continued to fiddle with his remote control plane.
Feng Xinglang realized that although his little son was somewhat heartless and bold, he almost never hurt himself. The little guy's awareness of protecting himself was still very strong.
Just like now, after trying twice, he realized that he could not bite through the slightly hard cabin head with just his little teeth, so he sent the cabin head to his father, Feng Xinglang, to bite …
"Call me daddy … and I'll help you bite!"
Feng Xinglang also used his wife's method of coercion and temptation.
Again!
Threatening a one-year-old child like this, doesn't your conscience hurt?
Better to rely on oneself than on others! If I can't bite it open, I can smash it!
The little fellow immediately smashed the remote control plane in her hand against the bulletproof car window. She didn't manage to smash it open the first time, so she picked it up and continued to smash it.
"Brat, a good toy has been turned into such a mess by you … Isn't this way too violent?!"
Sometimes, Feng Xinglang would wonder, "How did a righteous man like me and his beautiful wife, Lin Xueluo, give birth to this little devil?"
When she was quiet and obedient, people would want to protect her.
But when he was playing a prank, it really made people want to beat him up!
"You don't want to give me face, do you? Be obedient and call me 'Daddy' … "
Looking at his indifferent little son, Feng Xinglang frowned. "Are you trying to be unreasonable with your own father? You really don't want to call me daddy? Then daddy will really throw you out of the car! "
The little fellow who was really focused on playing suddenly threw away the remote control plane in his hand, pointed in a certain direction with his little finger, and began to cry.
Feng Xinglang subconsciously glanced back. It was actually the intersection to North Mountain City again!!
"You don't want to call daddy! Daddy won't take you there! "
Of course, Feng Xinglang would not take his one-year-old son to that kind of gloomy place early in the morning.
He also knew that he could not win against Feng Xinglang, so he just leaned against the window and looked longingly in the direction of North Mountain City.
"Brat, is Cong Gang your father? Why do you want to go to him every time? "
Feng Xinglang lovingly patted the little fellow's little butt, and then pulled him into his arms.
But the little fellow still twisted his body and looked in the direction of North Mountain City until he disappeared.
…
In the morning, the little fellow was still quite quiet and well-behaved. His own father, Feng Xinglang, could also work without worry.
But after lunch, when the father and son were preparing to rest, the little fellow began to make a fuss. And it was the kind that no one could ignore at all. Not to mention closing his eyes to rest.
The little fellow pulled his father's hand and dragged him toward the door of the lounge.
"Feng Buchong, it's very hard for daddy to earn money for milk powder for you … let daddy rest for a while, okay?"
Feng Xinglang really underestimated the little fellow's endurance. "If you continue to make a fuss, daddy will beat you up!"
A minute later, the entire lounge was filled with Feng Buchong's loud cries.
If he sent the little fellow back to the Feng family, he was worried that the little brat would pick a fight with his mommy again; if he continued to let him howl like this, he could not bear to let the little fellow cry himself hoarse, and it would be hard to explain to his mommy.
Thus, Feng Xinglang thought of a place that could have the best of both worlds: he could let the little fellow be quiet and he could rest for a while.
When Feng Xinglang used his charming handsome face to open the smart door, Feng Buchong happily squeezed in through the gap of the smart door that was not fully opened.
"Buchong … slow down! Your big caterpillar ghost uncle is not here during the day! "
Feng Xinglang teased tiredly. In the month after Yan Bang had woken up, he would often bring his two sons here.
To Yan Bang, he was already equivalent to a stranger; and Bai Mo, gradually distanced himself from him …
To an adult man, he did not even have a good brother to drink and chat with … it was actually quite cruel!
"Buchong, daddy is taking a nap on the sofa in the living room … don't go too far!"
"En en!" The little fellow humphed and ran happily toward the stairwell.
The little fellow had been here many times, he should be more familiar with every nook and cranny of this retro villa than his own father, Feng Xinglang.
In the past, he would be worried that the little fellow would bump into something, but now he did not have to worry. The little fellow was more familiar with the environment here than him. Every corner of the place had been explored by the little fellow. Except for those doors that could not be opened.
In other words, as long as the smart door was locked, the little fellow could only play happily in the villa.
In this haunted house, perhaps other than Cong Gang, who had turned into a ghost, no one else should be able to enter.
If Cong Gang, who had turned into a ghost, dared to emerge from underground to scare his son, Feng Xinglang, he would definitely beat him to the point that his soul would scatter and he would not even be able to become a ghost!
Whether or not he could defeat Cong Gang, who had turned into a ghost, was another matter. At least in terms of protecting his son, he, Feng Xinglang, would definitely win!
However, Feng Xinglang really hoped that Cong Gang would emerge from underground …
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