Feng Xinglang understood this logic, so of course Cong Gang understood it better!
But … but there were some things in this world that could not be measured by benefits!
All in all, Feng Xinglang was still considered happy!
First, he had a precious daughter who was about to be born in a few months. Now, his son finally called him daddy. He was really happy!
As for bickering with Cong Gang, he treated it as a pastime!
Feng Buchong initially did not want to follow his biological father home. But under Cong Gang's gentle command, the little fellow obediently allowed his biological father, Feng Xinglang, to carry him downstairs.
Before he left, the little fellow looked at Cong Gang with a longing gaze, giving Feng Xinglang an illusion. 'Could this little fellow be Cong Gang's biological son?!'
But an illusion was just an illusion!
There was no doubt that the little fellow was his biological son. Feng Xinglang firmly believed it!
"Buchong, call daddy a few more times for your biological father to hear … or else I won't bring you to see the damn caterpillar next time!"
"Baba … Daddy … da … da … ba … ba …"
From the third floor to the living room downstairs, the little fellow muttered a bunch of names. It was a very obedient display of flattery.
In the living room downstairs, Feng Xinglang saw that Bassoon had already packed up: a suitcase, a canvas bag, clean and tidy equipment.
It should have been prepared a long time ago. He was only waiting for Feng Xinglang to nod in agreement.
Feng Xinglang trusted Cong Gang's men. He tossed the car key to Bassoon.
Bassoon took the car key and quickly put down his simple luggage. When Feng Xinglang and his son walked out of the living room, the car door was already opened for them.
His actions were clean and tidy, he was even better at serving his master than before! It seemed like Cong Gang was still the best at training his subordinates!
"Brat, which part of your biological father isn't better than that damn caterpillar? You're actually closer to him than to your biological father? Your biological father's heart hurts, okay?! "
Feng Xinglang felt at ease not having to drive, so he started to reason with his youngest son.
"Big Buchong … it hurts …" The little fellow muttered in the direction of the third floor of the villa.
"That damn caterpillar hurts, but does that mean your biological father doesn't hurt? Brat, look at how much you bit your biological father's arm … I'm punishing you for not eating meat tonight! Call your biological father a hundred times! Not enough, a thousand times! "
Feng Xinglang rolled up his sleeves to let the little fellow see his arm that had been bitten. There were still two rows of bloody bite marks on it.
Seeing the bastard's father shouting angrily, the little fellow fell silent. He just tilted his little head and stared at the villa that was getting further and further away.
"This little bug really likes my boss!"
From the rearview mirror, Ong saw Little Worm, who had been staring at the villa, and sighed.
Reprimanding his youngest son was just a facade because Feng Xinglang had always been someone who doted on his children. As he carried his youngest son to his thighs, he asked Bassoon coldly, "What do you think?
"Tell me, why did you leave without saying goodbye? Is it because of your master's summons? "
Just thinking about this made Feng Xinglang furious. No matter how well he treated Bassoon, he couldn't be compared to Bassoon's dog master!
"CEO Feng, back then … my boss was injured, so …"
Actually, Ong's explanation was more than enough to explain the problem.
"It's because I can't raise you!" Feng Xinglang snorted coldly.
"Boss won't keep someone who's too familiar with you by your side! A master is a master, and a servant is a servant. We only talk about work, not feelings! "
"…" What kind of twisted logic was Cong Gang feeding his subordinates?!
"Don't worry, I won't talk about feelings with you!"
Feng Xinglang snorted. "No matter how good my new master is, I can't compare to Cong Gang!"
"CEO Feng, my boss has my boss's good side, and you have yours too! Haha! "
It was an awkward chuckle, but it also showed that Bassoon had his own helplessness.
Feng Xinglang thought of something and said coldly, "Right, let me ask you something! Take it as a chance for you to show your loyalty! "
"Please ask, CEO Feng. I'll tell you everything I know! "Ong replied passionately.
"Who's your master's spy in River Tun? Is it Xing Laowu? Xing Shier? Or is it someone else? For example, a chef or a servant! "
The fact that Feng Xinglang called River Tun 'dad' should be considered a secret. How did Cong Gang know about something that happened behind closed doors?
At first, Feng Xinglang thought it was some kind of advanced technology, but later, he felt that it should be a living person.
With Xing Shier's loyalty, it shouldn't be him. As for Xing Shisi and Xing Shiqi … they were still children and didn't have many chances to interact with Cong Gang. Could it be Xing Laowu? It didn't seem possible! After all, Xing Laowu died in Cong Gang's hands. Just based on the fact that he killed his brother, Xing Laowu wouldn't help Cong Gang as a spy in River Tun.
"There's a spy from my boss around River Tun? How … how is that possible? River Tun is a cunning person, and his adopted sons are all skilled and loyal. Why would they risk their lives for my boss?! "
Since Ong was denying it, it meant that there was no point in continuing this topic!
Was he being too paranoid? Or was he being too sensitive?
Feng Xinglang frowned slightly. "I know you're loyal to your master, so I won't make things difficult for you! I'll ask that damned worm myself another day! "
"Oh right, Director Feng, is my boss's injury … serious?"
He didn't expect Ong to ask Feng Xinglang such a question. Even Feng Xinglang was taken aback.
"How dare you ask me if your master's injury is serious?" Feng Xinglang snorted coldly.
Ong remained silent and focused on driving.
It seems … Feng Xinglang had a flash of doubt in his heart. That worm really didn't let him see his injury!
When he was ambushing him on the third floor, Feng Xinglang clearly felt that Cong Gang didn't resist.
Did he not want to resist? Or did he not?
But that worm didn't look like he was dying!
…
"Why did you stop again? Continue! "
Before getting out of the car, Feng Xinglang patted his youngest son's butt. He wasn't punishing the little thing; he just wanted to show off in front of his wife.
"Ba … ba … da … dada … baba …"
In order to please his angry father, and to be able to see Big Worm again, the little guy continued to hum and cry.
"Ha, Second Young Master knows how to call me daddy? That's great! "
Butler Mo was the one who welcomed Feng Xinglang and his son.
"Old Mo, Ong is back. Go and make arrangements."
"Okay, okay." Butler Mo glanced at Ong who was behind Feng Xinglang and nodded slightly.
Since Second Young Master had personally brought them back and they were acquaintances, Butler Mo was naturally at ease. Just yesterday, he was still discussing with Young Master if the Feng family should hire a few more security guards.
"Worm is back? Where did you go with your biological father? "It was only four months, but Xue Luo's pregnancy was already showing.
"Baba … baba …"
The little fellow listened to the order and kept muttering.
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