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That night, Feng Xinglang had a good night\'s sleep, and relaxed his entire body and mind to undergo physiotherapy.

Every cell in the injured body had been rejuvenated.

This was exactly the kind of Healing Type ability Cong Gang had, regardless of whether it was his body or his mind, as well as his suppressed soul.

When the little guy woke up, his father, Feng Xinglang, was sleeping soundly. The smell of herbal medicine all over his body made the little guy pinch his nose.

In fact, the smell of the medicine on Feng Xinglang\'s body was very faint, you have to know that Cong Gang had already washed him twice. It was just that the little fellow was not used to the smell of the herbs.

The little guy recognized it. It was Cong Gang\'s Ghost Hut.

He did not wake his father Feng Xinglang up, but instead went downstairs barefooted to smell something.

There were also flowers and plants in the Pater Castle, but the little guy didn\'t see anyone raised at home like Cong Gang.

He walked up the potted stairs on either side and entered the kitchen, smelling the food.

Cong Gang\'s back was facing the glass door of the kitchen, as he busied himself.

The little guy pushed open the glass door and walked in, then walked to Cong Gang\'s side. Raising his head, he looked at Cong Gang who was seated in the center of the table, and fell silent for a few seconds.

"Cong Gang, you are always so cool …"

This was the evaluation that the little guy gave Cong Gang. It was a very high evaluation.

"Oh, is that so?"

Cong Gang responded with a light voice. He reached over with the back of his clean hand and lightly rubbed the little guy\'s cheek.

"Cong Gang, are you even more dangerous than the Old Tweleve?" the little guy asked.

"There is no comparison!" Perhaps … I think my cooking is better than his. "

Cong Gang was reserved. He didn\'t go and show off anything too vicious to Linnuo.

As the saying goes: The nearest is red, while the nearest is black; and Cong Gang, in front of this little fellow, is\' Zhu \', or\' Chi \'.

"Cong Gang, you cook so cool! I like you. "

The little guy licked his lips as he looked at the corn on the plate and the bacon on the roll.

"Being loved by you is my honor. Go brush your teeth and wash your face. Prepare for breakfast. "

Cong Gang\'s voice was warm and clear, not because she was pleased with the little guy\'s praise or was even cheering; it had always been deep and calm.

By the time the little fellow had washed up and returned to the dining table, Cong Gang had already set up breakfast for the two.

"Cong Gang, are you going to wake up my bastard father?"

What a filial son. It was already difficult for him to think of his own scoundrel\'s father in front of delicious food.

"You can\'t wake him up. Your dad may not wake up until around ten. "

Cong Gang pushed the plate towards the little fellow, "Do you want to use chopsticks or knives and forks?"

The little guy looked at the corn on the plate, then looked at the fried eggs, then looked at the bacon roll and smacked his lips, "Can I take it with my hands? It\'s just been washed for nothing. "

"Sure! "Do as you please!"

After receiving Cong Gang\'s acknowledgement, the little fellow immediately picked up a piece of bacon and stuffed it into its little mouth.

In fact, for a 5-year-old child, the benefits are greater than the disadvantages. He could feel the warmth of the food with his hands first, and he could eat comfortably without effort.

After finishing his breakfast, Cong Gang did not agree to the little fellow\'s\' pleading \'for him to stay and play. Instead, he had Wei Kang send him to the kindergarten.

Some are simply habits, while others are questions of principle.

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Maybe because he was tired for a long time, when Feng Xinglang woke up from his deep sleep, it was already near afternoon.

It was as if every cell in his body had been stretched out.

It was as if he was bathing in a soothing hot spring, causing his body and mind to truly relax.

"Nuonuo?"

The arm that reached over didn\'t manage to grab hold of his own son, causing Feng Xinglang to instantly wake up more than half of his body.

"I\'ve already sent it to kindergarten."

Cong Gang replied to Feng Xinglang\'s surprise as he sucked the medicinal liquid into his syringe.

Feng Xinglang trusted Cong Gang. Other than Cong Gang who could not be tamed occasionally, he was extremely dutiful in other areas.

"What time is it? Why didn\'t you wake me up? "

Feng Xinglang squinted his eyes as he tried to find the phone that was blocked by Cong Gang. It was already afternoon.

The pale blue liquid was pushed into Feng Xinglang\'s arm, and he frowned slightly.

"Since when did laozi get killed by a dog like you? No one knows!"

It was obvious that Cong Gang had never had any intention to harm him, but Feng Xinglang still twisted his understanding of Cong Gang\'s protective heart.

"You are so much harder to serve than a mouse!"

Cong Gang lightly flicked the arm where Feng Xinglang had injected the medicinal liquid before, "Aren\'t you hungry?" he asked.

With that, Feng Xinglang\'s stomach immediately started rumbling with hunger.

After a full meal, Feng Xinglang took out a Platinum Card from the clothes he wore.

"There must be tens of millions in there... You take it out of your way. The Shen City was Yan Bang\'s territory, a strong dragon couldn\'t beat a snake. Don\'t make unnecessary sacrifices, Yan Bang will eventually come to this place. "

Feng Xinglang\'s actions had experienced an entire night, but they became filled with contradictions.

Last night, he had scolded Cong Gang harshly, asking him to watch over the Hetun, in case he went overboard; and at this moment, Feng Xinglang had even asked Cong Gang to take the Platinum Card and leave the Shen City, to avoid Yan Bang\'s limelight?

"This card …" I\'ll take it! It just so happens that I lack money recently! "

Cong Gang leisurely said as he took the platinum card.

"What, you don\'t want to leave Shen City anymore?"

Feng Xinglang frowned and asked, "Are you planning to fight Yan Bang to the death and let him live?"

Cong Gang lowered her eyes and slowly raised them, as she looked into Feng Xinglang\'s eyes in a clear and solemn manner, and said indifferently:

"You can send a message to Yan Bang: If he dares to touch me again, he won\'t be long before his death!"

Cong Gang\'s words did not carry the slightest bit of hostility, but every word was as if they were filled with venom.

The meaning of his words was clear: he was going to fight back! He would not retreat again and again!

Feng Xinglang stared fixedly at the Cong Gang in front of him, as though at this moment, his eyes were filled with an unfamiliar feeling that he had never experienced before.

"You … Do you really want to fight Yan Bang ruthlessly? "

Exhaling a mouthful of impure Qi, Feng Xinglang asked indifferently.

"I\'m only defending myself!" Cong Gang deserved to be indifferent.

It seemed reasonable.

Because from the beginning, it was only Yan Bang who forced Cong Gang to kill him;

"You and Yan Bang … Just what kind of deep hatred do you have for me? "

This wasn\'t the first time Feng Xinglang had asked this question to Cong Gang.

"You should ask Yan Bang!" But Cong Gang\'s answer, remained the same.

Feng Xinglang slowly stood up, "That\'s enough, I don\'t want to get involved in this! You two can do whatever you want! "

Taking two steps toward the door, Feng Xinglang suddenly stopped and turned to ask:

"Take a guess, Cong Gang, who would I save if you fell into the water at the same time as him?"