That night, Feng Xinglang had a good night's sleep, relaxing his body and mind and doing physical therapy.
Every cell in his body that had been injured had been given new vitality.
Cong Gang had such a healing ability, whether it was body or mind, or the suppressed soul.
When the little fellow woke up, his father Feng Xinglang was sleeping soundly. The smell of Chinese herbal medicine made the little fellow pinch his nose.
In fact, the smell of medicine on Feng Xinglang's body was very faint, and Cong Gang had helped him clean it twice. It was just that the little fellow was not used to the smell of Chinese herbal medicine.
The little fellow recognized that this was Cong Gang's haunted house.
He did not wake up his biological father, Feng Xinglang, who was sleeping soundly. Instead, he walked barefooted down the stairs and went downstairs, smelling a certain scent.
There were also flowers and plants in Pater Castle, but the little fellow had not seen many of them like Cong Gang's at home.
He walked along the stairs with potted plants on both sides, smelling the aroma of food and walked into the kitchen.
Cong Gang was busy with his back to the glass door of the kitchen; his back was very homey, but also revealed an indescribable aura that kept people away.
The little fellow pushed the glass door open and walked in, walking to Cong Gang's side. He looked up at Cong Gang, who was arranging plates, and was silent for a few seconds.
"Cong Gang, you're always so cool …"
This was the little fellow's evaluation of Cong Gang. A very high evaluation.
"Oh, is that so?"
Cong Gang replied softly, reaching over with the back of his clean hand and rubbing the little fellow's cheek.
"Cong Gang, are you better than twelfth brother?" The little fellow asked.
"There's no comparison! Maybe … I'm better at cooking than him. "
Cong Gang was reserved. He did not go to show off to Lin Nuo about things that were too hostile.
As the saying goes, one is marked by the company one keeps; and in front of the little fellow, Cong Gang was' red 'and' red '.
"Cong Gang, you're so cool even when you cook! I quite like you. "
The little fellow licked his little mouth while looking at the corn pancakes and bacon rolls.
"It's my honor to be liked by you. Go brush your teeth and wash your face, and get ready for breakfast. "
Cong Gang's voice was gentle and clear. He didn't become complacent or jump for joy because of the little fellow's praise. Instead, he remained deep and calm.
By the time the little fellow finished washing up and returned to the dining table, Cong Gang had already laid out breakfast for two people.
"Cong Gang, do you want to wake up my bastard father?"
What a filial son. It wasn't easy for him to still think of his bastard father in front of delicious food.
"You can't wake him. Your biological father might not wake up until around ten o 'clock. "
Cong Gang pushed the plate towards the little fellow. "Do you prefer chopsticks or knives and forks?"
The little guy looked at the corn, then at the fried egg, then at the bacon roll, and smacked his lips. "Can I hold it with my hands? I just washed it clean. "
"Sure! Do as you wish! "
After getting Cong Gang's approval, the little fellow immediately picked up a piece of bacon roll and put it into her little mouth.
Actually, for a five-year-old child, the advantages outweighed the disadvantages. He could first feel the temperature of the food with his hands, and he could eat comfortably and effortlessly.
After breakfast, Cong Gang didn't agree to the little fellow's "plea" to stay and play with him. Instead, he asked Wei Kang to send him to kindergarten.
Some were just habits, but some were a matter of principle.
*****
Perhaps it was because he was tired for a long time, but when Feng Xinglang woke up from a deep sleep, it was almost afternoon.
It seemed that every cell in his body had been relaxed.
As if he was bathing in a soothing hot spring, it really made his body and mind relaxed.
"Nono?!"
Feng Xinglang's arm didn't reach his biological son, so he was instantly half awake.
"I've already sent him to kindergarten."
Cong Gang replied to Feng Xinglang's exclamation as he sucked the medicine into the syringe.
Feng Xinglang trusted Cong Gang. Other than Cong Gang's occasional untamed behavior, he was very responsible in other aspects.
"What time is it now? Why didn't you wake me up? "
Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes and fumbled for the phone that Cong Gang had turned on the shielding mode. It was actually already afternoon.
The light blue medicine was pushed into Feng Xinglang's arm, and he frowned slightly.
"No one will know when I was killed by you as a lab rat!"
Although he knew that Cong Gang had never intended to harm him, Feng Xinglang still misinterpreted Cong Gang's desire to protect his master.
"You are much harder to serve than a lab rat!"
Cong Gang flicked Feng Xinglang's arm that had been injected with the medicine a few times. "Aren't you hungry?" he asked.
This question immediately made Feng Xinglang's stomach rumble with hunger.
After a full meal, Feng Xinglang took out a platinum card from the clothes he wore.
"There are tens of millions in it … Take it and stay away from the limelight. Shen Cheng is Yan Bang's territory, and a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake. Don't make unnecessary sacrifices. Yan Bang will find this place sooner or later. "
After one night, Feng Xinglang's behavior became contradictory.
Last night, Feng Xinglang scolded Cong Gang harshly, asking him to watch over Hetun, in case Cong Gang started a riot. But at this moment, Feng Xinglang asked Cong Gang to leave Shen Cheng City with the platinum card to avoid Yan Bang.
"This card … I'll take it! I happen to be short of money recently! "
Cong Gang leisurely took the platinum card very generously and calmly.
"Why, you don't want to leave Shen Cheng?"
Feng Xinglang frowned and asked again, "Are you going to fight with Yan Bang to the death?"
Cong Gang's lowered eyes slowly lifted. He looked straight into Feng Xinglang's eyes with a clear and solemn expression. He said calmly, "
"You can send a message to Yan Bang: If he dares to touch me again, he will not be far from death!"
Cong Gang's words did not even have the slightest hostility, but every word seemed to be filled with venom.
The meaning of his words was obvious: he was going to fight back! He would not retreat again and again!
Feng Xinglang calmly looked at Cong Gang in front of him. It seemed that at this moment, Cong Gang's eyes were stained with a sense of strangeness that he had never felt before.
"You … really want to fight with Yan Bang?"
Feng Xinglang lightly breathed out and asked lightly.
"I'm just defending myself!" Cong Gang answered indifferently.
It seemed that it was quite reasonable.
Because from the beginning, it was only Yan Bang who was forcing Cong Gang to destroy his body, but he just couldn't kill him!
"What kind of deep hatred do you have with Yan Bang?"
This was not the first time Feng Xinglang asked Cong Gang this question.
"You should ask Yan Bang this question!" Cong Gang's answer was still the same.
Feng Xinglang slowly stood up, "Alright, I don't want to get involved in the mess between you two! You two can do whatever you want! "
After taking two steps out of the door, Feng Xinglang stopped and asked sideways,
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