At that moment, Feng Xinglang was like an enraged and strong lion, charging towards Cong Gang who was half-lying on the rattan chair.
Cong Gang could have avoided it, but he still had the well-behaved Second Young Master Feng in his arms. He instantly turned his body sideways and pushed the little fellow away from the edge of the rattan chair. He did not want to be accidentally hurt by his father, who would lose his mind whenever he was angry.
Feng Xinglang successfully restrained Cong Gang. Due to the limitation of the rattan chair, he could only use the pinch method to hold Cong Gang, who did not know what was good for him.
Cong Gang did not resist, it looked like he could not resist anyway!
He held Little Bug Feng in one hand, and covered his injured waist with the other; he could not free his hand to push Feng Xinglang's strong body.
"You dog, you want to exhaust me to death? I'll kill you today! " Feng Xinglang was enraged, and the strength of his pinch became much stronger. "I suffered so much humiliation to get you out of the River Village … and this is how you f * cking repay me? In order to save you, I even shot my own father, you f * cking …
What else do you want me to do?! "
Cong Gang was, after all, a carbohydrate person. Being pinched by Feng Xinglang, his pale face due to the loss of blood turned red, and he looked like he was in pain.
"Hiss … Ugh!"
Feng Xinglang let out a low groan, there was a sharp pain coming from his arm, as if something like teeth had pierced into his flesh.
He turned his head to look, and saw his youngest son, Little Bug Feng, using his baby teeth to bite his little arm fiercely … It was the kind of biting with all his strength!
"Little brat! I'm your real father! How did I give birth to a little brat like you who betrays me! "
Feng Xinglang did not know whether to laugh or cry. He only scolded him verbally, but he really could not bear to hit him.
"Quickly let go of your mouth! Or else your real father will beat you up! "
As he spoke, Feng Xinglang had already subconsciously loosened his grip on Cong Gang's neck.
But the little fellow was still biting a piece of flesh on his father's arm, refusing to let go.
"Little brat, still not letting go? Your father is really going to beat you up! "
Although he was quite fierce, his actions were much more tender. No matter how much his father pinched his cheeks, the little fellow refused to let go!
"Cough cough!" Cong Gang coughed lightly twice to calm the Qi that was forcefully cut off by Feng Xinglang. Then, he gently chided Little Bug Feng who had been biting Feng Xinglang's arm, "Bug Bug, let go!"
Only then did the little fellow loosen his little mouth and cast a dissatisfied glance at his father, Feng Xinglang. He used the back of his little hand to wipe away the mixture of saliva and blood, and once again nestled in Cong Gang's arms.
"Little bastard! You f * cking mistook your biological father for someone else, do you know that?! "
Feng Xinglang reached out to grab his youngest son who was nestled in Cong Gang's arms, but the little thing used his little hands to hit and push him away.
"Buggy, don't be so disobedient to your biological father!"
Following Cong Gang's scolding, the little creature finally calmed down. It lay on Cong Gang's shoulder quietly and obediently.
"Cong Gang, how the hell did you seduce my son?"
Feng Xinglang, who could not get angry at his youngest son, vented his anger on the innocent Cong Gang.
"Your son has mild Asperger's Syndrome, don't you know that as his biological father?"
Cong Gang cast a glance at Feng Xinglang. "Not only did I teach you to say 'baba' …" Cong Gang wanted to say something but stopped.
"Why, are you trying to claim credit from me?"
Feng Xinglang's heart was touched. But the words that came out of his mouth were always so harsh and unpleasant to the ears.
Cong Gang cast a glance at Feng Xinglang and ignored him. He only gently caressed the little fellow's short hair, his gaze gentle.
"I had autism when I was young, but am I not fine now?!" Feng Xinglang humphed disapprovingly.
"There's a reason for that! You must have been beaten up by Feng Yishan! "
Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang plainly, there was an indescribable pity in his gaze. There seemed to be a little bit of sympathy for someone in the same boat.
Feng Xinglang was abused by his adoptive father, Feng Yishan when he was young; when he finally made it to adulthood, he was abused by his biological father … So from Cong Gang's point of view, what Hetun did could not be forgiven!
Feng Xinglang wanted to say something but it was as if a fishbone was stuck in his throat.
Amidst the silence, a person walked up to the balcony on the third floor, holding a tray in his hand.
It was Bassoon!
It was actually … Bassoon?
Feng Xinglang frowned slightly. This fellow left without saying goodbye, so it turned out that he was summoned away by his dog of a master!
Looks like he's another ungrateful wretch! No matter how well I treat him, his heart will only be on his master's side!
"Director Feng, have some tea!"
Bassoon placed the brewed tea on the small wooden table in front of Feng Xinglang, then passed a plate of colorful vegetable balls to Feng Buchong.
"Oh, it's Bassoon? You're too polite! "Feng Xinglang snorted darkly.
Feng Buchong was about to reach for the vegetable balls on the plate when he heard Cong Gang's soft reprimand, "Buchong, go wash your hands first."
Then, the little fellow obediently retracted his outstretched hand and followed Bassoon to wash his hands.
"This Bassoon … Do you still want him?"
Cong Gang asked Feng Xinglang. This should be the reason why he asked Bassoon to pour tea for Feng Xinglang.
"Yes! Of course! "
Feng Xinglang accepted gladly. "I'm at ease using your people!"
Xing Shisi was to be left for his wife. At the same time, he also needed a bodyguard who was as skilled as Bassoon.
"Really?" Cong Gang narrowed his eyes and asked.
There was a hint of provocation in this question!
Feng Xinglang glanced at Cong Gang and snorted. "The person I trust the most is you! When your injuries are healed, come back and serve me! "
"…" Cong Gang's lips curled up slightly. "I'm afraid you're not that shameless!"
Feng Xinglang did not reply immediately but stared at Cong Gang for a moment before saying leisurely.
"Caterpillar, do you think it's fun to love and hate each other like this? Doesn't your conscience hurt? "
Love … Love? Hate each other?
The muscles on Cong Gang's face twitched uncontrollably, then he said in a deep voice with a cold gaze, "I only want you to earn money for me! Feng Xinglang, don't overestimate yourself! "
"Alright then … I'll listen to you and earn money for you obediently! Earn a lot of money! "Feng Xinglang agreed.
"Eat eat eat!"
Feng Buchong ran over with a pair of clean hands, grabbing a vegetable ball with each hand, sending one to the big worm's mouth and the other into his own mouth.
Only his own father Feng Xinglang felt a gust of cold wind on his face!
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