Just say you have no taste
Feng Xinglang very cooperatively shut his mouth.
If he was scheming against his own child for such a small matter, it would be too much of a waste of his doting father! He won without fighting!
Feng Xinglang was still very confident: Cong Gang would not choose to choose that beautiful and vulgar butterfly orchid; rather, he would choose to choose Mo Lan for him.
Cong Gang liked orchids, and had raised so much, he should have some basic taste!
From Feng Xinglang's point of view, the so-called orchid taste should be: Not to like those beautiful and vulgar orchids, but to like those that he chose to keep a low profile with hidden meanings. Only then could he be considered to have good taste!
The little fellow asked Cong Gang again while tightly covering his father's mouth.
Seeing the intimate entanglement of the father and son duo of Feng Family, a faint smile surfaced in Cong Gang's eyes.
"I like that butterfly orchid more!"
Cong Gang almost blurted out. He didn't even spend a second trying to figure out someone's holy will.
"Oh… Oh! I won… I won! "
The little fellow released its mouth from Feng Xinglang's and jumped around like a little puppy, "Hahahaha… I won! Big caterpillar, you're great! I'm doing great too! "
Feng Xinglang had not seen his son shout and cheer as loudly as he did now!
To be able to make the little guy jump in joy like this, even if he lost, it would be worth it!
A seven year old child's most sincere, purest, and happiest smile infected both Feng Xinglang and Cong Gang.
"Big caterpillar, I love you so much!"
Linnuo's little friend hugged Cong Gang's neck and madly kissed it a few times.
"It's over!"
Seeing that he could not bear to have his own son being more intimate with him, Feng Xinglang immediately pulled the little fellow who was tightly wrapped around Cong Gang's neck back.
"Caterpillar, guess again: Which pot of flowers was I the one who chose? Which pot of flowers was chosen by my father? Dad and I went to the floral and insect fish market early in the morning to pick out flowers for the big caterpillar! "
Being treated so warmly, Cong Gang was really not used to it. He was used to his world being cold and impersonal.
The father and son duo actually personally went to pick the orchids for him?
A strand of warmth inexplicably surged in his heart, causing Cong Gang to feel a little uneasy.
"Who chose that pot of Mo Lan?" "So tasteless…"
It was very obvious that Cong Gang did it on purpose. From the fact that Linnuo asked him what kind of orchids he liked, he could already guess who had produced the two pots. For a seven-year-old child, choosing a flower is usually the first visual reference element.
"Hahahaha…"
The little guy was grinning from ear to ear, "Dad, just say you have lost all taste! "Hahahaha!"
Linnuo's little friend laughed out loud complacently, and followed along with Cong Gang to harm his own father.
"You say I have no taste? Moran… "Just from this name alone, you can tell that it has learning and meaning!"
Feng Xinglang's eloquence was something that could be competed for even if there was no reason.
Just like that, Cong Gang quietly listened to the quarreling sounds made by Feng Xinglang and his son; it was as if the air in the room was being comforted by them, and a warm feeling flowed through it.
"Don't kiss your son! I have to stay for lunch with the big caterpillar! If you have anything to do, dad, you should go back and busy yourself first.
"Nuonuo, quickly go back with your father. It's time for the big caterpillar to rest as well. "
Cong Gang did not linger for this kind of warmth. He clearly knew that these things were illusory and he didn't need them either.
"Don't… Big caterpillar, today is Saturday, I don't need to go to school! "
The little guy refused to leave while hanging in the innermost corner. "Let me stay here with you!"
His son's loyalty, had caused Feng Xinglang to look at him in a new light. But privately, he did not want his children to be troubled by these feelings.
Feng Xinglang didn't insist on taking his son away. He felt that it was good to leave the little thing here to accompany the lonely Cong Gang.
"Dad is the best! Long live the father! "
Seeing that his father Feng Xinglang had agreed, the little guy immediately flattered him.
Feng Xinglang leaned over and kissed the little fellow, then curled his finger and scratched on Cong Gang's nose.
Cong Gang could only glare at Feng Xinglang angrily: What a petty and vengeful hypocrite!
… ….
To be honest, when Xueluo saw the words' Xia Yishu 'on the phone, his heart was filled with pity. Although Xia Yishu's motive was impure, to intentionally seduce a married woman, in the end, the one who was punished was her.
After that, his uncle and aunt did not come to the Feng Family to cause trouble anymore. It should have been because of that video that his husband Feng Xinglang showed his uncle.
But Xueluo wasn't sure whether his uncle and aunt had told him the truth …
It was better if he didn't know! The feeling of his dream being torn apart was truly cruel and terrible!
"Lin Xueluo, let's meet for a bit. I have something very important to tell you. "
"… "Oh, okay."
After bidding farewell to Mo Ranran and Feng Tuantuan, Xueluo rushed to the coffee shop that he had promised.
Even though Xueluo was already a Second Madame, in Xia Yishu's eyes, he was still a pitiful bug that relied on others.
Xia Yishu would not uncultured and humiliate or bully Lin Xueluo, but she would not change the fact that she despised Lin Xueluo's lowly status.
To be honest, Xueluo did not expect Xia Yishu to speak in such a straightforward manner, and to such a straightforward manner without thinking.