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Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me-Chapter 1790
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Amidst this little burp, there was actually … The taste of beef and shrimp?
There should be some vegetables like carrots.
It was true that he had eaten the cow-willow this afternoon, but this shrimp... Who fed them?Wendy? Or some other secretary?
In the next second, a terrifying scene flashed across Feng Xinglang's mind. That haunted house, could it be a real ghost?
Feng Xinglang naturally did not believe in the words of a ghost or god. At this moment, he only wished that his youngest son would be safe and sound.
Fortunately, on the morning of the next day, when Feng Xinglang went downstairs, he saw the little guy eating the rice paste breakfast that his mother had fed him.
After seeing his father, Feng Xinglang, the little guy immediately ran over to him, and then adorably hugged onto one of his father's legs, signalling him not to forget to bring him along before he left.
"Little thing, acting cute again? You want me to take you to the hairy bugs, right? "You wish …"Feng Xinglang lovingly pointed at the tip of his youngest son's nose, "Of course, there is still room for negotiation. For example, if you call me 'Daddy,' or if you call me Mommy. "Then I can fulfill my wish!"
This again! This guy was not young anymore. Why was he still so childish?
In order to achieve his own goals, and also to express goodwill towards this big guy, the little child Sealer picked up the soft pastries on his plate and offered it to his father, Feng Xinglang. He wanted to use a soft pastry to buy off his father!Without rejecting his son's filial piety, Feng Xinglang ate the pastries the little fellow brought him. However, he still did not have the intention of bringing the little fellow out. The little house then tightly hugged onto father Feng Xinglang's leg again, and no one could advise them to let go.
"Ai, no matter how much Mommy loves you, you're still only going to kiss your dad!"
Xueluo sighed lightly. She really wanted her youngest son to hug her leg and act like a spoiled child. Unfortunately, most of the time, as long as Lil Thing wasn't hungry, thirsty, or wet, it would always stay far away from her and play by itself.
A kind of melancholy and small loss that was not needed by their children!
There is also a potential risk of autism in key young people. Thus, under normal circumstances, Xueluo would always do as he was asked.
"You don't want to call me daddy, right? "It's such a pity, but my father won't be able to take you out today!"
If he didn't try something tough, the little guy definitely wouldn't submit obediently.
Looking at Lil Thing's careful look, he definitely wasn't making it difficult for Lil Thing to call him daddy.Seeing that his own father was adamant on not giving up, the little fellow pouted its little mouth and its eyes started to tear up.
"Oh, movie emperor?" It didn't work! Daddy just wants to hear you call him Daddy! Tears could not solve the problem! Weeping is just a waste! "
Before the tears of the little fellow had even started to fall, Feng Xinglang had already given him a precaution.
How could he cry for nothing?
This golden bean is useless to you.This was what it meant by one thing subjugating another!
"Xinglang, what are you doing? Making bugs cry in the morning? I'll go out with you and take the bugs. I guarantee that it won't affect your office! " Xueluo, who cared about his son, started to pressure the man.
Looking down on his youngest son's teary eyes, Feng Xinglang was convinced.
What a perfect match!He remembered that when he was young, he was often this petty. At that time, Feng Yishan was still in the midst of being a happy father!
But when Xueluo came forward to hug her youngest son, the little guy extended his hands out to push her, and hugged his father's leg even tighter.His intention was clear: he wanted his own father to take him out on his own! That way, he would be able to go to the Qibei Mountain City and play with the floating Shadow.
Seeing that the little guy refused to get close to even her, his own mother, Xueluo's frown started to dim again."Xinglang, how about we go to the Boston Children's Hospital attached to the Harvard Medical School in advance? I think the bugs are getting more autistic... Even my mommy wouldn't want to be too close. "
She had said too much to comfort a woman, but she still couldn't get over it. Now, the crux of the problem was to get the little fellow to speak up.
"Autism? How could this be possible!? Xueluo, you are still underestimating my insect! This brat was truly strange! they even want to play with me, their biological father! "
In order to prove that his words were true, Feng Xinglang lightly stroked his youngest son's little head. "Insect, give your father a smile … Only when your father's mood is better will he be willing to bring you out! "
In order to achieve his goal of going out to play, the little fellow reluctantly revealed a slightly stiff smile.
"Xueluo, do you see your son's machine? You even have autism... In my opinion, this kid is more shrewd and deceitful than anyone else! ""Feng Xinglang, you are not allowed to talk about your child like that! "Such a small thing, are you suitable to use shrewdness and deceit?"
Seeing that the little fellow was smiling, Xueluo was slightly relieved.
Under the coercion of his wife, it would be difficult for Feng Xinglang to not bring the little fellow out.
But when Xueluo carried the bag of food, diapers and other daily necessities out the door, the little guy started to cry out. She pointed at Feng Family's villa, indicating for Mommy to stay at home and not go out with her.
"You really don't want Mommy to go with you?"
Xueluo sighed, "Mommy will follow you to the big caterpillar's place to serve you, so that your father can go to work peacefully, and you think so?"
Xueluo knew that all his sons liked Cong Gang. It was also a good way to teach others to learn how to speak in a better environment that the little guy liked.His wife wanted to follow him to Cong Gang's haunted house?
Feng Xinglang frowned, "Xueluo, that place is quite sinister …."
"If you can leave the bugs there for so long, how can I, an adult, be afraid? "Again …"
Xueluo insisted on climbing onto the carriage, "I said, with Old Fourteen accompanying me, I am not afraid of bugs!"From a certain point of view, Feng Xinglang did not really want many people to disturb the already dead Cong Gang.
Presumably, the proud and aloof Cong Gang was also not willing to be disturbed!But his wife insisted on following him to take care of his youngest son, so Feng Xinglang couldn't really reject her. The key was that he had a dark history of leaving his youngest son alone in the haunted house for four to five hours.
Considering his wife's safety, Feng Xinglang could only bring Xing Shisi along.When the nanny van turned onto the mountain path of the Qibei Mountain City, the little children of the Sealing Insects became excited. Their little mouths were constantly babbling in the foreign language that others could not understand.
"My family of insects really likes this place."
Seeing his youngest son so excited, Xueluo also became happy.
"Puchi!"
Not long after the nanny van entered the Qibei Mountain City, the two rear tyres were punctured at the same time.
Xing Shisi immediately got out of the car to check: "It's a tire breaker!"
A tire breaker? When was this installed on this road? And it was the rear tire that was punctured?
In other words, the front tyre had triggered a barricade of spikes, and the rear tyre had been punctured. That was why Xing Shisi didn't see it.If Xing Shisi did not drive steadily, he might have really flipped the car over.
Who the hell set up this barricade?
The crux of the issue was that even after driving back and forth on this road so many times, he had still not gotten his tires pierced!RECENTLY UPDATES
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