Without Lin Xue Luo as their pillar of support, the father and son seemed to be somewhat at a loss and depressed.
"My good son, where should we go to sleep tonight?"
Feng Xinglang, a man in his thirties, actually asked his five year old son.
Actually, the reason why Xue Luo insisted on divorcing Feng Xinglang, other than wanting to regain her self-esteem, was to force Feng Xinglang to recognize his own living situation, to learn how to be a responsible and responsible man, to be able to give his wife and children a sense of security.
Generally speaking, other than the previous hatred, Feng Xinglang's life was still quite 'free and easy', completely unable to touch the image of a family man.
Not to mention, Feng Xinglang was a man with a family, but he didn't even have a regular place to live.
Not to mention a stable home for his wife and children!
As for himself, when his big brother Feng Lixin was injured, he could still return to the Feng family on time, but now he was in a completely erratic state of life.
If he wasn't spending a night in GK Corporation's lounge, he would go to Yan Bang's Yulong City, Bai Mo's Night Manor, or Cong Gang's Haunted House … completely fooling around!
And now that Xue Luo divorced him, he entangled Xue Luo and her son, forcing his way to Xia Zhengyang's house!
So it wasn't strange why Xue Luo insisted on divorcing him.
A man in his thirties couldn't be changed with just a few words; he still needed to realize it himself.
"Feng Xinglang, do you have a home?"
His son Lin Nuo's sudden question really stunned Feng Xinglang.
"Of course I have a home! The Feng family is my biological father's home! "
"No! The Feng family is only uncle and little Tuantuan's home! "
The little guy sighed, "Even Big Duoduo has a palm-sized home, but you don't! Feng Xinglang, you're really a loser! "
Lin Nuo let out a long yawn, as if he was tired and sleepy.
"Biological father has a home! In Qi Bei Shan City, biological father bought a big villa for you and mommy, it's already been renovated, the one you and mommy used to live in. "
In Qi Bei Shan City, Feng Xinglang indeed had a villa under his name. He had even placed Xue Luo and her son under house arrest.
"Can a villa that even you don't live in every day be considered a home?"
The home in the little fellow's mind was not a big house or a luxurious villa, but a place where he had his own parents to live. It had nothing to do with the size of the house.
"Why don't we stay there tonight?" Feng Xinglang suggested.
"Is there any other place to stay?"
The little guy didn't seem to be very happy. After all, that place was the sad place that restricted his and his mommy's freedom.
"Yes …"
Feng Xinglang dragged out his voice. "There are a few places for your biological son to choose from: Eldest Uncle's house, Yan Bang's Yulong City, Cong Gang's haunted house, your biological father's resting room, and your granduncle's house … You can choose one of the five."
There was a wicked witch who pretended to be sick in his uncle's house. Of course, the little fellow didn't want to go.
Tonight, the father and son went to the Feng family's banquet. It was not awkward because Lan Youyou said that she was not feeling well during dinner and refused to come down. Only the two brothers of the Feng family and their children were eating.
Feng Xinglang originally wanted to face Lan Youyou directly, wanting to see or listen to her intentions. But he didn't even get to see her face. This made Feng Xinglang a little surprised.
As for his biological father's resting room, it sounded like it was not a normal place to sleep.
As for his granduncle's house … His mommy was not there. It would be very awkward to go there.
He could only choose between Yan Bang's Yulong City and Cong Gang's haunted house.
"Let's go to Yan Bang's Yulong City."
In the end, the little fellow gave his choice.
"Oh, it seems that you like Yan Bang more than Cong Gang," Feng Xinglang said casually.
"No way! I like that cool Cong Gang more! "The little fellow pouted and retorted.
"Then why did you choose to go to Yan Bang's Yulong City?"
Feng Xinglang asked, puzzled.
"Because there are people serving in Yan Bang's Yulong City! You're so lazy and weak, how can there be no one to serve you! Besides, I also need people to serve me! "
The little fellow's reason really amused his biological father, Feng Xinglang, who was driving.
Needless to say, this "need people to serve me" was really like Feng Xinglang. He was born to be served by others.
"Haha, your biological father thinks so too! We really have a telepathic connection! "
*****
Yan Bang really did not expect that Feng Xinglang would come to his Yulong City so late at night.
Not only did Second Uncle Feng come, but also Young Master Feng came.
"Yan Bang, is there anything delicious? I'm hungry."
Feng Linnuo, who rushed in, did not treat herself as an outsider at all. She immediately called Yan Bang by his name and began to order him around.
In fact, the little fellow did not like Yan Bang very much, because Yan Bang always seemed so hostile and unfriendly before.
But the little fellow was smart. He found that Yan Bang was very obedient to his biological father, Feng Xinglang.
So, he changed his strategy and joined his biological father, Feng Xinglang, in ordering Yan Bang around.
"Yes, yes, of course there is! Tell me what you like to eat, I'll ask the chef to make it now. "
Yan Bang picked up the little fellow with one hand, but the little fellow only rolled in his arms for a while before struggling to get down again. After waking up, the little thing began to play around the room.
Feng Xinglang obviously did not have as good a physical strength as his son, Nuo Nuo. He had already collapsed on the sofa at the side and began to close his eyes to rest.
A velvet blanket covered his body. Yan Bang took off his leather shoes and moved him to a more comfortable position.
"Yan Bang, why are you like my biological father's slave?"
The little fellow's understanding was simple: When a person serves another person, then the person who serves the other person is almost equivalent to a servant.
But Yan Bang was obviously not a servant, so the little fellow thought of the word 'slave'.
Yan Bang was startled by the little fellow's words. He glanced at Feng Xinglang, who was sleeping soundly, and sighed from the bottom of his heart.
Wasn't he Feng Xinglang's slave?
He did not know when he had subconsciously become Feng Xinglang's slave!
When he saved him from the sea of fire?
Or even earlier?
Needless to say, the word 'slave' was really the truest and most vivid portrayal of Yan Bang.
Yan Bang felt more and more like a slave!
Seeing that Yan Bang was silent and deep in thought, the little fellow thought that Yan Bang was embarrassed and continued to speak.
"Yan Bang, you don't have to be embarrassed. My biological father is so cool, it's not embarrassing for you to be his slave. "
"…" Alright, this time Yan Bang really had nothing to say.
"Nuo Nuo, can you be my godson?"
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