It should be able to get twice the result with half the effort if the little fellow was in a good mood.
Only when the little fellow was in a good mood could he practice happily.
Seeing that his biological father actually took the initiative to bring him here this time, the little fellow could not hide his happiness as he hummed.
Before entering the villa, which was also before he swiped his face, Feng Xinglang held his little son tightly in his arms and stood still.
"Buggy, do you want to go in?"
"Mm mm …" The little fellow leaned forward and used his little finger to point at the face swiping screen. He gestured for this nagging fellow to swipe his face quickly.
It seemed that the little fellow also knew that this strange door could only be opened by swiping his biological father Feng Xinglang's face.
"If you want to go in … call me biological father obediently … call me daddy! Daddy is simpler … be good, call me daddy! "
Feng Xinglang started his foreplay — first, he threatened the little fellow a little.
That was really terrible!
How could this fellow be so childish?!
How much meat can you grow if I call you 'daddy'?
Even if you can grow more meat, it will only be fat!
The little fellow smacked his little lips. He first turned his head to look at the LCD screen that swiped his face, then turned his head to look at his biological father Feng Xinglang.
Then, he suddenly used his little hands to hug his biological father Feng Xinglang's face and used all his strength to push his face towards the face swiping screen …
"Little brat, you really want to force yourself on your biological father? With your little strength, do you think you can shake your biological father, this big bull? "
Feng Xinglang was amused by his son's little action. He turned his head with all his might and easily corrected the little fellow's face that he had turned away.
His little arms and legs could not even twist this fellow's head, not to mention twisting his thighs.
The little fellow was thinking if he should cry a few times to show his weakness when a gust of cold wind blew over; the little fellow was agitated and shivered.
All in all, Feng Buchong quite liked the chilly wind.
Not everyone could understand and enjoy the lonely state of being at the top.
She thought that the little guy wouldn't be able to stand the cold and would burrow into her arms, but she didn't expect that the little guy would actually straighten his little back and face the cold wind. He even opened his little mouth and breathed in the cold wind … Play!
It was a little like abusing himself to make others feel sorry for him!
Actually, it was not that mystical, the little fellow simply thought that choking on the wind was fun.
"Little brat, you really want to drink northwest wind?"
Not wanting the little fellow to catch a cold, Feng Xinglang finally compromised: he swiped his face and carried the little fellow into the villa.
Just as he entered the house, the little fellow wanted to get down from his father's arms; however, Feng Xinglang tightened his arms.
"If you want to get down and play happily, then you have to call me 'daddy' first!"
Feng Xinglang sat steadily on the carpet and held the little fellow in his arms tightly, looking like he was going to fight a protracted battle with the little thing.
If it was, it would be to fight with the little fellow's child. Feng's battle.
Looking around, the little guy let out a long yawn, as if he was about to fall asleep.
"Feng Chong, is it so hard for you to call me 'father'?"
Feng Xinglang rubbed the bridge of his nose against the little fellow's chubby little face. "If you call me daddy, I'll be happy, and you'll be able to play happily. This is a mutually beneficial thing. Why wouldn't I do it?"
He patiently reasoned with her and moved her emotionally.
Feng Xinglang gently lifted the little fellow's somewhat unruly chin, making him look at this biological father of his.
"Come on … Open your noble little mouth and call me … Daddy … Papa … Daddy … Daddy … Daddy … You can choose any title you like, Second Young Master!"
The little fellow quietly looked at the stubborn and pitiful fellow in front of him … After more than ten seconds, he once again stretched out his little hands and hugged his biological father Feng Xinglang's cheeks. He slowly moved closer and gave his biological father a loud kiss on the lips.
Almost every movement of hers was a warm and adorable painting!
To be honest, the little fellow's active intimacy almost melted Feng Xinglang's heart …
Just as Feng Xinglang was immersed in the intimacy between father and son, the little fellow quickly broke free from his father's arms and ran towards the corner of the passageway.
'Little Smarty, you're about to become a spirit!'
He had almost succeeded in breaking out of the prison!
Little friend Feng Buchong still lost to his father Feng Xinglang's long legs in the end!
"Little brat, you think you can run away just by giving me a kiss? Daddy will give you ten times more! "
Feng Xinglang tightened his arms and kissed the little fellow's cheeks more than ten times.
"Useless little friend Feng Buchong! Whether you are willing to open your mouth or not, you have to open your mouth for daddy! Today, I, your father, will waste the whole day with you. Let's see if you're the one who's better, or if I'm the one who's better! You're rebelling! "
Feng Xinglang once again carried the little fellow back to the carpet in the living room. The father and son continued to face each other.
"Daddy … Baba …"
Feng Xinglang repeated the simplest form of address, guiding the little fellow to open his mouth over and over again.
Actually, the little fellow spoke slowly, Feng Xinglang was not too concerned about it, but his wife Xue Luo was frowning; forcing the little fellow to open his mouth was to comfort his wife who had been worried about him.
"It's okay if you don't want to call me daddy! Let's change it, call me mommy first! Mama … Mommy … "
Feng Xinglang patiently guided the little fellow over and over again.
Little friend Feng Buchong looked at his father Feng Xinglang's mouth opening and closing, and gave a long yawn, looking like he was really going to sleep.
"You want to sleep? Daddy will carry you to sleep. "
"…" Wasn't he supposed to carry her to bed to sleep?
Feng Xinglang carried his yawning son over and kissed the little fellow's forehead. "Sleep! Let's continue practicing after you wake up! "
Ah … still need to practice! Are you stupid, forcing people to call you daddy all the time! Do you lack love that much!
Little friend Feng Buchong obviously did not want to sleep. The key was that his father said 'continue practicing after you wake up', it was really killing him!
Thus, Feng Buchong showed his mischievous side: he suddenly lowered his head and bit down hard on his father Feng Xinglang's wrist.
Was he playing the same old trick again?
This time, the little fellow had really underestimated his father Feng Xinglang's pain tolerance and stubborn willpower.
Feng Xinglang allowed the little fellow to bite his wrist, he did not even frown. Until the little fellow was tired of biting and let go of his little mouth.
Feng Xinglang stared at the little fellow, and the little fellow stared back at him.
The father and son confronted each other in silence!
"You still want to bite your daddy? Come, daddy will let you bite to your heart's content! "
Feng Xinglang simply took off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves and revealed his strong arms, and sent his entire arm in front of the little fellow.
"Bite! Daddy will let you bite to your heart's content! If you're happy, then shout 'Baba' or 'Mama' to listen to! I won't let you bite for nothing! "
This fellow who called himself daddy, was probably really going crazy?!
Even if you torture yourself like this, no one here will feel sorry for you, okay?!
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