Lin Nuo sat on Cong Gang's strong arm and looked at the waves stirred up by the speedboat.
"So you hid my bastard father at sea? No wonder my foster father couldn't find him! "
He hadn't seen his bastard Feng Xinglang for almost ten days and missed his biological father very much. Therefore, when Cong Gang mentioned bringing him to see his biological father, Feng Xinglang, he agreed without a second thought.
Because he trusted Cong Gang, he didn't think Cong Gang would hurt him.
Also because a newborn calf was not afraid of a tiger, even if he had to take risks, he would still move forward bravely.
This was because he had been with He Tun for a long time and had developed a certain adventurous spirit.
"Nuo Nuo, do you think your foster father likes you?" Cong Gang asked calmly.
The little guy nodded. "Yes."
"How much?" Cong Gang asked again.
"Very much!" The little guy sighed slightly and said sadly, "Foster father doesn't have any children, so he has always loved Fifteen as his own."
Cong Gang smiled faintly.
"What are you laughing at?"
The little guy turned around and glared at Cong Gang. "You don't have any children either! Why are you laughing at my foster father! "
The little guy thought that Cong Gang laughed because he heard that his foster father didn't have any children.
"Your foster father has a child! Guess who it is? "
The way Cong Gang talked to the little guy was very suspenseful. This would keep the little guy's interest high.
"Old Twelve? Or me? "
The little guy started his wild imagination and then shook his little head. "That's not right. I was born to my biological mother and that bastard Feng Xinglang. It can't be my foster father's child! So it's Old Twelve? "
After smacking his lips, the little guy shook his head again. "But foster father is so ugly, he can't have such a beautiful Old Twelve!"
In the little guy's heart, other than him and Xing Twelve, the other foster sons were not in his foster father's category.
"Your foster father, He Tun's biological son is your bastard biological father, Feng Xinglang!"
Cong Gang didn't beat around the bush and told the little guy this secret.
But the little guy burst out laughing when he heard that. "The joke you made up isn't funny at all! When my adoptive father drinks too much, he will also say that my biological father is his biological son! Actually, I knew that my adoptive father just wanted to trick me into calling him grandpa. Don't try to fool me! I won't be fooled! "
Cong Gang was slightly taken aback by the little guy's reaction.
Cong Gang paused for a moment, lowered his eyes, and repeated his words in a solemn tone.
"Nuo Nuo, your foster father Hetun is indeed your biological father's biological father! In other words, Feng Xinglang is He Tun's biological son, and you are He Tun's biological grandson! He Tun is your biological grandfather! "
Dumbfounded, the little fellow turned around and stared at Cong Gang's extremely serious face. He could feel that Cong Gang was not lying to him.
"Feng Xinglang is my foster father's child … I am Feng Xinglang's child … Heavens, it's so complicated! What was Feng Xinglang's rank? Old Sixteen? "
The little guy looked shocked. "In any case, he can't be in front of me. It has to be first come, first served!"
"…"
Cong Gang was speechless. It turned out that in the little guy's innocent world, he did not think too much about gratitude and grudges. He only cared about what he was interested in.
"Don't worry, your biological father won't fight with you for the rank!"
Cong Gang was certain of this point.
The little guy seemed to have suddenly understood something. "Oh … No wonder my foster father said he would change and never hurt my biological father again."
"Yes, that's because he found out that Feng Xinglang is his biological son!" Cong Gang responded.
"Then why didn't he find out before? My foster father gave birth to his own child, how could he not know? He hurt my biological father so much, no wonder my biological father won't forgive him … "
There were more new doubts in the world that the little guy knew.
"By the way, Nuo Nuo, if you and your foster father are in danger at the same time, and your foster father can only save one … Who do you think your foster father will save?"
This topic was actually quite cruel. But when asked in such a warm atmosphere, it only felt like a kind of teasing.
The little guy answered without hesitation. "Of course my foster father will save me! But … "
"But what?" Cong Gang asked urgently.
"But I will let my foster father save that bastard Feng Xinglang first."
After thinking for a while, the little guy answered like this.
"Aren't you afraid of danger?"
"But I can't bear to see that bastard Feng Xinglang in danger!"
Cong Gang's soul seemed to tremble. A five-year-old child could actually say such words.
"Actually, you love your biological father very much, don't you?"
The little guy nodded. "Mommy and I both love him very much!"
*****
Cong Gang did not know what kind of feelings he was harboring, but he still walked through the iron fence in a state where he knew that he should not meet Feng Xinglang.
Perhaps the little guy's words had touched him!
He, Cong Gang, was the same!
"Finally willing to see me?"
Feng Xinglang was like a trapped beast, struggling in all kinds of ways for the past ten days.
But Cong Gang knew him too well. He knew that he could not bear to die.
Because his life no longer belonged to him, Feng Xinglang. He still had the woman he cared about, the flesh and blood of the same bloodline.
Perhaps it was impossible to tell if a person had lost weight in just ten days, but Cong Gang could clearly feel Feng Xinglang's desperate struggle.
Feng Xinglang was trapped in his body, but Cong Gang was trapped in his heart!
Cong Gang did not want to see Feng Xinglang in such a state!
If it was not because of the shocking reversal of the father-son relationship between Feng Xinglang and He Tun, he would not have done this.
In this life of Cong Gang, other than revenge, the only thing left was to repay kindness.
In fact, Feng Xinglang did not treat him well!
Even if he did not beat or scold him, Cong Gang still felt that Feng Xinglang's kindness was as heavy as a mountain.
But now, he trapped his benefactor here, becoming his' prisoner '.
"You really want to beat me up, right?"
Cong Gang asked calmly. "You can do it. As long as you don't beat me to death! "
This pretentious …
"Do you think I don't dare to?"
Feng Xinglang hissed in a low voice, and a hook greeted Cong Gang's cheek. Cong Gang did not dodge, and took Feng Xinglang's heavy punch head-on.
Blood flowed from the corner of Cong Gang's mouth, but he only moved slightly.
"Nurturing a tiger brings disaster! I finally understand what you mean by that! How f * cking ironic! "
Feng Xinglang scolded harshly, rubbing his wrist that was hurting.
"You want to use me to deal with He Tun, right?" Feng Xinglang asked with a cold smile.
"…" Cong Gang was stunned. "It seems that Second Master Feng's brain is really good!"
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