Sweet Marriage with My Evil Husband

On this night, Feng Xinglang slept soundly.

It seems that I haven't been able to sleep like this for a long time.

No shouting, no urging, no disturbing natural wake up!

In a word, it's a luxury for him!

When Feng Xinglang woke up, the room was still dark because of the curtain.

Very suitable for sleeping environment.

Think time is still early, still want to squint on for a while, he subconsciously to grope for the bedside watch, take a look at the time, then immediately jumped up from the bed.

Is it ten in the evening or ten in the morning?

It must be the latter. Because at ten o'clock last night, he was still on his way to Qibei mountain city.

There are so many high-tech equipment in this ghost house. Do you have to pull the broken curtain manually?! Don't you think it's low?

But also in line with Cong Gang's personality! When he turned back to the bedside to wear his watch, Feng Xinglang found some clues: for example, his clothes were taken from the floor tiles of the bathroom to the sofa beside the bed, and they were stacked neatly; for another example, his mobile phone was turned off by

people!

Feng Xinglang picked up the clothes stacked on the sofa and sniffed. They were washed and dried?

Who the hell did it?

It's definitely not some conch girl! It should be Cong Gang!

Is Was he really moved by what he said last night? Does he believe that he really wants to make peace with him?

Thinking of something, Feng Xinglang rushed out of the bedroom and ran all the way downstairs.

Originally a mess of the downstairs living room, unexpectedly, was cleaned clean? It's almost spotless!

You're not dreaming, are you? No eye shaking, right?

Last night's mud and water flow, scattered flowers and grass, broken pots and pots, were all cleaned up!

If it wasn't for the curtain that was lit by him and hung in a dilapidated way, Feng Xinglang had the illusion that it had never happened.

"Cong gang Cong Gang? Insects Insects... "

Feng Xinglang called CongGang twice and his youngest son twice, but he didn't get any response.

Did you leave again? Or is it hidden?

Feng Xinglang saw the white paper at his feet with an arrow on it. An arrow to the kitchen.

He bent over and picked up the white paper with the arrow. The cartoon style was more like the hand of a child.

Was it painted by my youngest son, chongchong?

Feng Xinglang vaguely remembers that his younger son showed his talent for painting while he was still in hospital with corrective surgery on his legs.

Last time, it seemed that Big bug and little bug?! It's the memory that makes Feng Xinglang angry again!

Did the little guy hide himself in the kitchen?

Feng Xinglang walks to the kitchen. After pressing a string of numbers, the kitchen door was opened.

Not only did someone come into the kitchen, but they also left breakfast for him on the bar: a smiling face of a little yellow man with mango grains on the plate; and an insulated lunch box. Feng Xinglang looked at the smiling face pattern of the little yellow man, and the corners of his mouth rose slowly: the mango grains were cut neatly, but the setting was a little messy and childish. He even thought of the picture of his little son playing with these mango grains for himself. How could he love filial piety!

Open that insulated lunch box, there are four layers.

The first layer is Bacon shrimp rolls; the second layer is two boiled eggs; the third layer is a bowl of millet porridge?

Servility!

This is servility!

No matter how noisy he is, he has to wait on him like a grandson?

Feng Xinglang raised a scornful smile on his lips: I'm still your uncle!

He pinched a piece of bacon shrimp roll and put it into his mouth. After another sip of millet porridge, Feng Xinglang went to get the bottom compartment.

It's not food. It's a player in a waterproof bag?

He took it in his hand and looked around. Feng Xinglang pressed the play button, and the voice of his youngest son Feng chongchong came out immediately.

"Daddy, you have to be good No noise, no noise, no violence, no smashing Be a good daddy

The little guy sniffed his nose and then said, "I'm so tired of cleaning Didn't sleep all night Can daddy love bugs? "

Dog thing, let his son clean? This is child labor!!!

It seemed that he knew his father would be angry, and the little guy added: "Dad is not angry Bug is born by you, bug will always be your son! Bugs love you, boo boo

Feng Xinglang loves to hear the following words.

Although he knew that his energy was limited, and he had made the determination to accompany his youngest son 24 hours, his plans could not keep up with the changes, and he inadvertently delayed his determination. It's not my wife's fault.Feng Xinglang also has to admit that the critical period of his youngest son's speech cannot be delayed. It's a good way to live with Cong gang. It's just, it's just that he's not willing to be his father! But I can't do it!

Sometimes Feng Xinglang wants to break himself up into several parts: one is to make money and take care of the company; one is to accompany his wife and children at home; one is to realize his ideals when he was young

Well, one more to accompany my little son for 24 hours!

Feng Xinglang circularly played the sentence: "Dad is not angry Bug is born by you, bug will always be your son! Bugs love you, Bo Bo! 】

whether it's a little guy's own subjective consciousness or not, it's really warm to listen to such warm words.

He felt at ease, and Feng Xinglang ate all his breakfast. Including the two weak boiled eggs.

When he left, Feng Xinglang thought of something, so he went back to the kitchen and wanted to take out a small jar of peeled Brazilian pine nuts from the refrigerator. But he found that there was an extra jar of pine nuts in the fridge.

When holding the small jar of pine nuts in the palm of his hand, Feng Xinglang's brow was a little heavy: is it peeled overnight? Although it's only half a jar, it takes a lot of time!

Also suddenly enlightened!

……

As soon as Feng Xinglang sat down in the president's office, his elder brother Feng Lixin called.

"Xing Lang, how are you handling GK being hacked?"

"How do you know that? It seems that I can't do without being famous! " Feng Xinglang's self mocking hum.

"It's from Baimo! I've told him not to go around any more! " Feng Lixin sighs slightly.

"You don't have to tell the boy! Let him make it public! " Feng Xinglang said with disapproval.

“…… Xinglang, are you mad? " Feng Lixin doesn't understand his brother's angry words.

"Do you think a sentence like 'I'm a scum' can confuse me?" Feng Xinglang snorted and sneered, "your brother's psychological quality is not so bad, right?"

"Well, you don't have to pretend! I know you are too angry. I just want to comfort you! " Feng Lixin thinks that this should be his brother's nonsense.

"I'm not so angry! Even if I put a "I'm scum" label on my head, it can't change the fact that I'm their president! Don't they have to be respectful to me? " Feng Xinglang hummed and laughed.

"It seems that you are really OK..." Feng Lixin was relieved, "I'm worried that you can't adjust yourself! It seems that my worry is superfluous! By the way, did you call the police? "

"What kind of police! It's just a little Prank! None of those important documents is missing! "

"Did you offend someone again?"

Feng Lixin then asked, "last time you were beaten by Bai Mo, you were lying in the hospital for more than half a month, but it wasn't long! Don't offend anyone again! But I asked Baimo, and he said he didn't do it this time! "

"Beaten by Baimo? ha-ha! Feng Lixin, do you think Baimo can beat me? " Feng Xinglang snorted and sneered.

"Then who was lying in the hospital for more than half a month?" Feng Lixin asked.

“……” Some words are really inconvenient to say. "Well, my dear brother, I will remember your words!"

"OK, if you need money, I have some here. You can use it first."

"I don't need it! Leave your little money to your son! You have two children and two mothers, and there are more places to spend money than I do! "

Feng Xinglang refuses Feng Lixin's kindness. He knew that it was not easy for Feng Lixin to run the Feng family.

"Smelly boy, do you despise my brother's little money?" Feng Lixin rebukes Wen.

"Well, I look down on it a little bit!" Seal the line with a smile.

"Smelly boy, I find you are a white eyed wolf! I don't want to comfort you! Hang up

Feng Lixin has long been used to bickering with his brother Feng Xinglang. The feelings between their brothers were forged with blood and life!

[dad is not angry Bug is born by you, bug will always be your son! Bugs love you, Bo Bo! 】

listening to the little son's message, Feng Xinglang's eyes were full of loving light: little thing, do you know my father really miss you!

When I think about it, I really want to!

However, the little guy's sense of existence at home is too low. If he doesn't pay attention, he is ignored by his father.

With this thought, Feng Xinglang thought of his daughter. Because he came directly to the company, he didn't hold his daughter late today. So he thought about asking Xing Shishi to send his wife and daughter to the company for him to hold and spoil.

"Wife, I miss you Come to the company late, I want to hold you

"Hold what? I'm busy." The snow in the mobile phone seems to be a little puzzled."Snow falls, what are you busy with?" Feng Xinglang asked with a frown.

"There's a fund-raising activity in the welfare home this afternoon. I'll join Duoduo later and go to the welfare home together." Snow told the truth.

"What about the fundraising? Didn't there just be a big fundraising five years ago? "

How can the present welfare homes not be kept by the Yamen and be thrown into the society to raise money one after another?

"You don't know that there are so many sick children in welfare homes now! Many of them are those who are seriously ill and abandoned by their parents. "

"Parents don't want to bear the burden, so they throw it to the society?" Feng Xinglang asked.

"Xing Lang, would you like more love? If their parents can afford it, will they abandon their own flesh and blood? " "If you can't afford it, you should abandon it? It's called abandonment