Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me Chapter 831

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Chapter 831. Everyone loved him!

Little friend Linnuo sat on Cong Gang's strong arms, looking at the waves on the speedboat.

"So you hid my b.a.s.t.a.r.d father at sea huh? No wonder my foster father and the others couldn't find him! "

It had been almost ten days since he last saw his scoundrel Feng Xinglang, the little guy really missed his own father. Thus, when Cong Gang suggested to bring him to see his father, Feng Xinglang, he agreed without hesitation.

Because of his trust, the little guy didn't think that Cong Gang would hurt him.

Also because newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, so even if it's risky, the little guy will still go forward bravely.

He had followed the Hetun for too long, hence he had developed a spirit of adventure.

"Nuonuo, do you think your foster father likes you?" Cong Gang asked indifferently.

The little guy nodded, "I do."

"How much do you like it?" Cong Gang asked again.

"I think so!" The little guy let out a small sigh and said sorrowfully, "Foster father doesn't have a child, so he has always treated Fifteen like his own child and doted on him."

Cong Gang laughed indifferently.

"What are you laughing at?"

The little guy turned around and stared at Cong Gang, "Didn't you also have no children! Why are you laughing at my foster father! "

The little thing thought that Cong Gang was laughing because he heard that the foster father Hetun had no children.

"Your foster father has a biological child! Guess who? "

Cong Gang talked to the little thing in a very suspenseful manner. This would cause the little guy to maintain a high level of interest.

"Old Tweleve? Or me? "

The little guy started off with his whimsical thoughts, and shook his little head, "No, that's not right. I was born by my mother and b.a.s.t.a.r.d Feng Xinglang, I can't possibly be my foster father's child! That means it's the Old Tweleve? "

After smacking his lips, the little fellow shook his head, "But my foster father is so ugly, he can't give birth to such a beautiful Old Tweleve!"

In the little guy's heart, other than him and Xing s.h.i.+'er, the other foster son s were not even in the category of foster father Hetun's pampered.

"Your foster father Hetun's biological son is your b.a.s.t.a.r.d father, Feng Xinglang!"

Cong Gang did not beat around the bush with the little thing and told it to the little guy.

But when the little guy heard it, he burst out laughing, "Your bullsh * t joke isn't funny at all! If my foster father drinks too much, he will also say that my father is his own son! Actually, I know that my foster father only wanted to trick me into calling him grandpa! Don't even think about trying to fool me! I won't be fooled! "

The little guy's performance caused Cong Gang to be slightly startled.

After a slight pause, Cong Gang lowered his eyelids and repeated in a solemn voice:

"Nuonuo, your foster father Hetun is indeed your father's biological father! In other words, Feng Xinglang is the blood related son of Hetun; you are the blood related grandson of Hetun! Hetun is your biological grandfather! "

The little guy turned around and stared at Cong Gang's extremely serious and serious face in a daze. He could feel that Cong Gang was not lying to him.

"Feng Xinglang was born to my foster father … I was born to Feng Xinglang... Oh my G.o.d, it's so complicated! Then what about Feng Xinglang's rank? Old Sixteenth? "

The little guy had a shocked look on his face, "He can't be in front of me anyways, he has to be first come first serve!"

"..."

Cong Gang was a little speechless. It turned out that in the little guy's pure and innocent world, he wouldn't consider too many grudges and grudges. He only cared about things that interested him.

"Rest a.s.sured, your father will not fight with you for the ranking!"

Just by this point, Cong Gang was certain of it.

The little guy seemed to have suddenly realized something, "Oh... No wonder my foster father said that he would change and never hurt my biological father again. "

"Mn, that's because he discovered that Feng Xinglang is his biological son!" Cong Gang replied.

"Why didn't you notice it before? How could my foster father not know about his own child? "No wonder my dad wouldn't forgive him for hurting my dad so much …"

In the world that the little guy knew, there were even more new doubts.

"Oh right, Nuonuo, if you and you are in danger at the same time, your foster father can only save one … Who do you think your foster father will save? "

This topic was actually quite cruel. However, in such a gentle atmosphere, he only felt that it was a form of teasing.

The little guy answered without hesitation, "Of course G.o.dfather will save me! "However..."

"But what?" Cong Gang asked.

"However, I will let my foster father save that b.a.s.t.a.r.d Feng Xinglang first."

After some thought, the little guy replied.

"Aren't you afraid of danger?"

"But what's more, I can't bear to see that b.a.s.t.a.r.d Feng Xinglang is in danger!"

Cong Gang's soul seemed to tremble for a moment: A mere five years old, to actually be able to say such a thing.

"You love your dad, don't you?"

The little guy nodded. "Mummy and I love him a lot!"

He didn't know what kind of feelings Cong Gang had for her, but even though he clearly knew that he shouldn't have met Feng Xinglang, he still walked into the iron fence door.

Perhaps the little guy's words had touched him!

Isn't the same?!

"You're finally willing to see me?"

Feng Xinglang was like a trapped beast, struggling in various positions for the past ten days.

But Cong Gang understood him too well. He knew he was reluctant to die.

Because his life was no longer's alone. He still had a woman he was concerned about, a woman that was born of his blood.

Perhaps it had only been ten days, but it was simply impossible to tell whether a person had lost weight or not. However, Cong Gang could clearly feel that Feng Xinglang was still fighting.

Feng Xinglang was trapped in a human, but Cong Gang was trapped in a heart!

Cong Gang did not wish to see Feng Xinglang in this state!

If he hadn't known about the shocking reverse father and son relations.h.i.+p that Feng Xinglang had with the Hetun, he wouldn't have come up with this plan.

In this life, besides revenge, the only thing left for Cong Gang to do was to repay the debt of grat.i.tude.

Actually, Feng Xinglang didn't treat him well!

Even if he was beaten up or cursed, Cong Gang still felt that this debt of grat.i.tude was as heavy as a mountain.

But now, he'd trapped his benefactor here, becoming his prisoner.

"You really want to beat me up, right?"

Cong Gang asked indifferently, "You can do it. As long as you don't beat me to death! "

This hypocrisy was really …

"Do you think laozi doesn't dare?"

Feng Xinglang hissed softly as he raised his fist to hit Cong Gang on the cheek. Cong Gang did not dodge and took Feng Xinglang's punch head on.

Blood trickled down the corner of his mouth, but Cong Gang only let out a soft and gentle cry.

"Raising the tiger causes trouble! I finally understand the meaning of your words! This is so f * cking ironic! "

Feng Xinglang cursed as he rubbed his wrist that was hurting.

"You want to use me to deal with Hetun, right?" Feng Xinglang asked with a cold smile.

"..." Cong Gang was startled, "It looks like Second Master Feng's brain is indeed good!"

"f.u.c.k you!" If you had said that earlier, I would have cooperated with you! "