In the evening, Feng Xinglang rushed to Qibeishan City to pick up his youngest son and returned to Feng's house, and he kept throwing an apple in his hand.

Apple should look like a top-notch quality, and it should feel good.

That was a good product that Feng Xinglang specially selected in the fruit basket in the office.

He seemed to vaguely remember that Cong Gang liked to eat apples.

I really have to let Cong Gang learn his noble character of repaying evil with kindness.

The dog tricked him and made him run for half an hour in the scorching sun. His clothes were wet from head to toe, from inside to outside, but he actually brought Cong Gang an apple as a reward?

Of course, we have to see how Cong Gang performed all day long! If he could teach his youngest son, Cyclone, tell fairy tales, then this apple would be rewarded with him. If he couldn't, he could only keep it and feed the dog!

When the car Ping'an turned on the winding mountain road and had no tire blown, Feng Xinglang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He was really a little afraid that Cong Gang's guy who didn't follow the rules would let him walk up the mountain!

"Hehe, we don't have to climb the mountain!" Even Basong was driving relaxed, "I guess my boss is in a good mood today!"

Feng Xinglang ignored him and just squinted his eyes and looked at the apple in his hand.

"Mr. Feng, I see why you haven't eaten it all the time?"

"What, do you want to eat?" Feng Xinglang glanced at Basong.

"I don't like to eat fruits!" Basong seemed a little curious and asked without saying a word: "Do you want to bring it to Chong Chong? No need to be so troublesome, there are these fruit bosses here!"

"I'll feed the dogs!" Feng Xinglang snorted.

"Feel the dog? Where do you get the dog here?" Basong asked in confusion.

Feng Xinglang rolled his eyes to Basong, and then ignored him.

Someone actually sent the worst SR under his command to be his bodyguard for Feng Xinglang? Is this an insult to his IQ or a joke about Feng Xinglang's life?!

Before leaving, Feng Xinglang said harshly: "If your mother dares to drive away again, be careful that I will break your legs!"

Basong watched Feng Xinglang get out of the car and enter the villa with a confused look on his face, and murmured to himself: Why are you doing something bad for me? I can't make the decision! Besides, if you want to break my legs, you have to beat me first!

When Feng Xinglang reached the second floor, he heard his younger son's reciting reading.

"At noon, sweat drips into the soil on the ground. Who knows that every grain of food on the plate is hard to do."

At this moment, Feng Xinglang's eyes instantly became warm: it turned out that his little thing was not stupid or stupid at all, and he could recite such a difficult-to-read ancient poem so well!

It seems that nothing is difficult in the world, I am afraid of those who are interested! That dog is dedicated!

You should know that when the little thing is at home, no matter how the parenting teachers or early childhood teachers are, the little guy ignores it. Cong Gang is indeed an indelible contribution to letting the little thing recite an ancient poem within a few hours.

In fact, he is more meticulous and patient than his biological father!

"Bad dad!"

When he saw his father Feng Xinglang, the little guy was reflexive and leaping straight into Cong Gang's arms.

"Hmm?" Cong Gang snorted lightly.

"Good dad, the real dad is the best!" The little guy immediately changed his words, although he was a little reluctant.

How could Feng Xinglang not hear his youngest son's bad father screaming in one go, but the good father was reluctant to shout it out under Cong Gang's threat!

"Boy, my dad really loves you, a little white-eyed wolf!"

Even with the words of reprimand, Feng Xinglang was full of fatherly love and affection, "Come here, let your father hug you! Carry the hoe to your father again!"

The little guy was nestled in Cong Gang's arms, and shrank his body back in disgust.

"Cong Gang, you might not have taught my son a poem all day long, right? You are too perfunctory!"

Feng Xinglang shook his hand and threw the apple in his hand towards Cong Gang, "Although you have no credit, you still have some hard work, and you will be rewarded with this apple!"

Cong Gang raised his hand gracefully,

He steadily caught the apple that Feng Xinglang threw towards him.

To be precise, Feng Xinglang is called a smash!

If Cong Gang didn't reach out to pick it up, then the apple would be very likely to hit him in the face! Let's get out of the way, but it would be a pity if a good apple broke into pieces, right? But something that the youngest son Chongchong did made Feng Xinglang feel complicated: the little guy bounced over almost conditioned reflexes, and immediately protected Cong Gang's head with his own hands. It should be protecting Cong Gang from being smashed by the apple thrown by his father.

!

Fortunately, Cong Gang had steadily caught the apple he smashed over!

Should I sigh that my son’s reaction is extremely fast and keen? Or should I feel sad that my biological son has such a deep relationship with Cong Gang?

"Bad dad!" the little guy grunted again.

"Hmm?" Cong Gang murmured.

This time the little guy didn't want to change his words, but he felt a little aggrieved and retracted in Cong Gang's arms.

Looking at the little son who was acting like a good person in Cong Gang's arms, Feng Xinglang was really moved, but he still forced the little thing to be hugged.

"Chongchuan, go back with your father obediently! Be obedient!"

As Cong Gang finished his words, the little guy stopped struggling.

"Remember what the big bug taught you!" Cong Gang reached out and flicked the little thing's unhappy face.

The little guy nodded obediently and then crawled on his father Feng Xinglang's shoulder, looking at Cong Gang with all his affection.

Feng Xinglang didn't want to say anything thanks to Cong Gang. Because his youngest son liked Cong Gang so much, it made him very upset.

"I would like to eat what I reward you!"

Cong Gang replied to Feng Xinglang with a cold look and ignored him.

"What? Are you afraid that I will poison you, so I will give you a poisonous apple? Look at you, who is so slim."

Feng Xinglang took the apple from Cong Gang's hand, took a bite, and stuffed it back into Cong Gang's hand.

"I am not as traitor as you! I have noble character: repay grudges with kindness!"

After saying that, Feng Xinglang carried his son high on his neck, and the father and son happily went downstairs.

I even took me to take a bite first when I gave someone something?!

"See you tomorrow!"

When the little guy turned around, he saw the big bug eating an apple that was bitten by his biological father.

"Eat fruits" the little guy subconsciously murmured.

"Chongchuang also wants to eat fruit fruits? I will go back later and I will peel you a bigger and sweeter fruit and eat it!"

When they were about to arrive at Feng's house, Feng Xinglang reminded the little guy again: "Chongchuang, remember to go back and carry the hoe to your mother as noon! Your mother will definitely be very happy when she hears it!"

After seeing the mother in the living room, the little guy immediately cheerfully recited the ancient poem taught by Big Clock: "It's noon to hoe the rice, and sweat drips into the soil. Who knows that every grain of food on the plate is hard to do."

Even more exaggerated than Feng Xinglang expected, his wife Xueluo actually cried with joy.

So before dinner, the little guy kept thinking: "It's noon to hoe the wheat, and sweat drips into the soil." "Okay, don't be noon to the old day! Let's take a break at lunch!"
Chapter completed!