YM778.TV Chapter 1797
But Mommy Xueluo seemed to have become more patient. He wasn\'t as agitated as before, but he was certain that his youngest son wasn\'t dumb after all. It was only a matter of time before he could say the whole thing.
He thought that the reason his youngest son could speak was entirely due to his husband Feng Xinglang. Xueluo would subconsciously allow his youngest son to be more intimate with his father. The little fellow was also enjoying the show.
After finishing his meeting, Feng Xinglang who had returned to his office fell into a deep thought when he saw his little son playing by himself.The little fellow raised its head to look at its father, and its little mouth instinctively muttered a few words, "Big... Big... "Insects."
The voice was not loud, but more like a reminder. This was because the little fellow seemed to have caught on to a pattern: his father would only be able to take him to the big bug\'s place after dinner.
Seeing that his father did not pay attention to him, the little guy did not waste his breath and continued to play on his own.At noon, Feng Xinglang made good use of his identity as the "crown prince".
He called the Shallow Water Bay and asked Xing Shi\'er to pack up two lunches for him to bring over. With the Hetun pressuring him, Xing Shi\'er naturally did not dare to disobey.
If he had the chance to get close to his little friend, Xing Shi\'er would definitely wish for it.
"Little Buggy, come here and let father hug you!"Xing Shi\'er boldly proclaimed himself as his foster father in front of Feng Bug\'s children. He knew that Feng Xinglang would not go and report to the foster father Hetun about these trivial matters, hence he was confident and fearless.
Even if Feng Xinglang was angry, because he couldn\'t beat himself, he could only get frustrated. What could they do to him?
He did not know if Feng Xinglang heard it either, but he could see that the look in his eyes, which was looking at Xing Shi\'er as he threw himself towards his youngest son, had become slightly more serious.
Foster father? You wish! I can\'t even call you my father!
The little guy ran, but his short legs could not keep up with the long-legged Xing Shi\'er, so in a few steps, Xing Shi\'er caught him and hoisted him onto his shoulder. His movements were done in one go!"To like children so much... Why not give birth to your own? That little teacher … I think it\'s pretty good! "
Feng Xinglang walked over and lazily laid on the sofa as he glanced at Xing Shi\'er who was happily playing with his little son.
"That little teacher is not as beautiful as Lin Xueluo! Who knows how ugly the child will be! "
"If it\'s not my own child, no matter how beautiful the child is … That can only be a child of someone else! "
Feng Xinglang scoffed without batting an eyelid.
Xing Shi\'er was stunned for a moment as he lowered his head to look at the struggling little fellow in his arms."It has to be pleasing to the eye! Right, little bug! "
Xing Shi\'er slanted his eyes to look at Feng Xinglang who was on the sofa, "Prince Xing, since you\'re so capable of giving me a son, then give me this little bug to raise!"
"..."
Feng Xinglang pursed her lips slightly speechlessly, "That won\'t do! "My child, I have to raise it myself!"
"Stingy!" Xing Shi\'er rolled his eyes at Feng Xinglang.
"Right, the thing I asked you to bring..."
Feng Xinglang subconsciously looked towards his youngest son, the Sealing Insect. He seemed to be worried that the little thing would understand, "Did you bring it?"
I brought it! The signal source is very powerful and good at concealment! "Xing Shi\'er habitually asked, "Who are you targeting? It\'s not convenient for you to help me, but it\'s fine to let the Old Fourteen do it for you! "
"Well, I\'ll think about it."Feng Xinglang only agreed with a sentence, and did not explain or argue.
Thinking about something, "By the way, I did a good thing about the beauty of adulthood! Next week. Remember to dress smartly! ""I\'m afraid that if I get any more handsome … Lin Xueluo will fall for me and then throw you off! "
Xing Shi\'er glanced at Feng Xinglang with bursting confidence.
Feng Xinglang lightly smiled, "You don\'t have to worry about that at all! My, Feng Xinglang\'s, woman will only love me and me alone! ""Tch!" I\'m really not ashamed! "
Xing Shi\'er rolled his eyes at the highly technical guy.
… ….
After lunch, Feng Xinglang helped his youngest son pee on his pants."The big bug is here …" For some unknown reason, he suddenly shouted.
The little guy immediately looked around in delight, but could not find any trace of the big bug.
"Do you want to go to the bug\'s house? "Yup, after you obediently piss, daddy will take you there."
The little guy did not have any intention to pee; in order to curry favor with his father, Feng Xinglang, he had squeezed out a few drops of meaning."Insect, do you like big bugs or do you like your dad?"
And Feng Xinglang also smoothly completed the actions of his hands: stuffing something the size of a button into the outside of the little guy\'s jacket pocket.
"Big... The big bug. "
The little guy chattered on and on again. It held its small waist, indicating that its father had already peed his pants and was ready to set off.
As per the little guy\'s wish, Feng Xinglang decided to change the location of his afternoon nap to Cong Gang\'s Ghost Hut.
On the way, the little guy cried out in excitement. The little guy was mumbling the Martian language in his little mouth. Every time he turned a corner, the little guy would hum happily.
No roadblocks, no obstacles.You\'re courting death! Even if he died, he wouldn\'t be safe! Do I have to come up with some weird idea to describe my existence?!
Don\'t let laozi catch you, or else you\'ll never be able to reincarnate!
Before he wiped his face, Feng Xinglang subconsciously looked around at his surroundings.
It was as if it had always been this way, as if it had never changed.Had he overlooked the tenacious vitality of the weeds?
Feng Xinglang\'s brows slightly furrowed, and amidst the little guy\'s excited cries, he opened the door.
The moment the door was opened a crack, the little thing squeezed in and headed straight for the corner of the living room."Bugs, slow down …" Be careful of your safety! "
Feng Xinglang did not chase after his little son who was happily running away. Instead, he tiredly laid on the guest hall\'s sofa."Daddy is sleeping in the living room for a while. When you\'re tired of playing, come and find your father. "
Feng Xinglang lied on his side, looking extremely sleepy.
The living room was completely silent. Maybe the only thing that rang was the invisible headphones in Feng Xinglang\'s ears."Big... Big... Bug … "Bug …"
The sound of the change in voice was accompanied by the sound of the little fellow\'s footsteps and panting.