Chapter 1133 You Don’t Understand the Pain

When Feng Xinglang arrived in a hurry, the child Lin Nuo was nestling in Cong Gang's arms, eating Italian braised noodles one bite at a time.

"Dad? Why are you here too?"

The little guy was very happy when he saw his biological father Feng Xinglang. Completely ignoring the gloomy handsome face of his biological father Feng Xinglang.

Feng Xinglang did not answer his son's questions, but first made a video call with his wife Xueluo. And let her see the little boy eating noodles to comfort the woman who was extremely anxious because of her son's departure.

"Cong Gang, your mother fucked my son again?"

Perhaps he knew that it was his son who came to Cong Gang on his own initiative, but Feng Xinglang's tone was deliberately so unfriendly.

The word 'again' really tells the story of Feng Xinglang's dissatisfaction with Cong Gang for more than a day or two.

Cong Gang was too lazy to answer the mean and arrogant Feng Xinglang. He didn't even raise his eyelids.

"Dad, you have misunderstood the big caterpillar. I am the one who came to find him!"

Seeing that his father was scolding and blaming Cong Gang again, the little guy immediately defended Cong Gang.

"What, the lesson last time wasn't serious and bloody enough? Are you running around again and making your mother anxious?"

Feng Xinglang pulled up a chair and sat down in front of his son and Cong Gang.

The little guy pursed his lips and said, "My son asked slugs to bring messages to mommy."

"Feng Linnuo, can't you be an obedient and sensible boy? Do you have to mess around like this to make your mommy worry about you every day?"

Feng Xinglang educated the disobedient little guy in a cold voice.

The little guy lowered his head and remained silent.

"Why don't you examine yourself: Isn't it because of your complicated social relationships that your son's life has become complicated?!"

Cong Gang's words once again hit the key to the problem.

His ability to analyze problems always gives him such unique insights.

"I'm educating my son, why the hell are you interrupting? Are you qualified to interrupt here?"

In front of Cong Gang, Feng Xinglang would instinctively act like his master; he always thought that Cong Gang should bow his head to him.

It seems that he, Cong Gang, should have the final say here, right? !

But Cong Gang has never been as knowledgeable as Feng Xinglang on such trivial matters.

Especially in front of the children Lin Nuo, he gave Feng Xinglang enough face and dignity.

But Feng Xinglang actually listened to Cong Gang's sharp words.

"Dad, don't be such a ferocious caterpillar... I really came to him on my own initiative."

The little guy made a weak sound. Thinking about it, he really couldn't bear to listen to his father Feng Xinglang scolding Cong Gang like this.

It's so embarrassing, okay! He felt embarrassed for the big caterpillar.

"Eat quickly! After you finish eating, go back with your father!"

It can be heard that Feng Xinglang's mood is beyond words of restlessness.

"Dad, please eat some too. The braised noodles made by the big caterpillar are delicious."

Although he has been trained, the little guy still faces his biological father.

"You can eat it yourself, daddy is not hungry."

At this moment, Feng Xinglang was actually hungry. These days he has been living a life of one hungry meal and one full meal.

A vague stomach pain hit him, and Feng Xinglang subconsciously pressed his hand on his stomach.

Xueluo had been worrying about Feng Xinglang's stomach trouble for more than half a year. She finally managed to get the man's stomach trouble under control and improved, but she didn't expect that the man would once again debase himself and ruin the woman's health. The fruits of labor once again failed a woman's concern.

He saw the sealed box on his desk. It contains a handful of Brazilian pine nuts.

Feng Xinglang was not polite and took it directly to eat.

"Didn't I ask you to peel more and save it? You're lazy again!"

Cong Gang raised his head, glanced at Feng Xinglang indifferently, and said warmly, "Feng Xinglang, Nono said that you are very sad because of Yan Bang's death. But you don't want your wife and children to see it."

After a slight pause, Cong Gang looked around and said, "There are no outsiders here. You can just cry like your son! If necessary, I can lend you a shoulder!"

After swallowing the last mouthful of Brazilian pine nuts in his mouth, Feng Xinglang looked directly at Cong Gang.

"I will also be sad if you die."

Feng Xinglang looked directly into Cong Gang's eyes and spoke coldly every word.

"Don't dare take it!"

Cong Gang said softly, "If one day I have to die, I will definitely choose a way to make you hate me!"

Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes and looked at Cong Gang, who had always remained calm, and snorted sadly, "Cong Gang, I can't see through you more and more! You keep playing tricks on me like this." Aren’t you tired?”

Cong Gang smiled faintly, "I should have died violently on the streets of Chinatown many years ago. It's not a pity to squander these extra days if you can!"

"Are you mocking me for saving you in the first place?" Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes at him.

Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang solemnly, then turned his head. Silently, no more words.

"I worked so hard to save you, and now you are saved from sin?!"

Feng Xinglang was very unhappy with Cong Gang's arrogant appearance of being indifferent to others.

"Feng Xinglang, can you live happily only if Yan Bang is still alive?"

Abruptly, Cong Gang skipped the above topic and asked these words out of the blue.

Feng Xinglang twitched the corners of his lips slightly, "Most people are creatures with emotions; they are not different like you!"

Letting out a breath, Feng Xinglang looked towards the pot of elegant Clivia.

"When you are alive, you will play many roles: from son and brother when you are young, to brothers, lover, husband, father... If you live longer, you can also become father-in-law, grandfather... This long life In your life, you will inevitably encounter all kinds of separations and separations! The ups and downs of life must be tasted several times."

"Maybe it's like having an illness...it'll be over and you'll be fine!"

Feng Xinglang didn't know whether these words were spoken to Cong Gang or to himself.

But one thing is certain: this confession can relieve the depression that accumulated in his heart to a certain extent!

Child Lin Nuo has been a quiet and devout listener. Although he couldn't fully understand it, he could realize that his father was still sad about Dabangbang's death.

"Then...when will your illness be cured?" Cong Gang asked.

Feng Xinglang looked back at Cong Gang, raised his lips and smiled dryly, "Why, you also want me to hurry up, okay?"

Cong Gang avoided Feng Xinglang's gaze, "I'm asking this for your own son. You are so depressed every day and drive drunk. Both mother and son are very worried about you."

Why does this little brat say everything to this guy Cong Gang?

Feng Xinglang's eyes fell on his son Lin Nuo, with a hint of scrutiny and questioning.

The little guy immediately lowered his head, not looking at his father's angry eyes.

"Unless Yan Bang can survive, I will be completely fine!"

Originally, Feng Xinglang wanted to say something to comfort his young and self-reproaching son, but as soon as the words came out of his mouth, it backfired.