Chapter 340, my father, my son, I am enjoying supper
Standing outside the car, sniffing the wet and cold in the air, Feng Gu had to have time to eat in the future, and then heard the sound of the counterattack on the phone seemed to be in sucking saliva, and a black line appeared on his head.
Feng Ge gritted his teeth, his tone was very engraved with thin yin damage:
"The wasteful waste, I still remember to eat now, and right, maybe this is your last meal."
Feng Mu's nourishing kung fu is getting better and better, and now it is easy to get angry. He laughed very much:
"Of course, how can the beauty of the subordinates be disappointed, let alone what can be more important than eating?"
During the talk, Feng Mu glanced at Wang Cong with comfort. Wang Cong looked excited. He raised his hand, and a corpse was dragged out of the tube wall by a fine sand.
Feng Mu bowed his head, a bone spurs popped up with his fingers, and gently stroked the corpse surface, and the latter immediately visible to the naked eye to become crispy bones.
Then, it was the second corpse, the third corpse, one after another, just like the waiter served the food, drifting from Feng Mu's eyes.
[You launched a feast. ]
[You tasted a blood bag. ]
[Blood bag quality: flat without strangeness. ]
[Pingping and unpretentious blood bags have no special nutritional value, which has transformed the essence of life for 15 days. ]
[Your launch feast. ]
[You tasted a good piece of blood. ]
[Blood quality: ordinary. ]
[Blood food is rich in ordinary vitality, which has transformed the essence of life for 30 days. ]
[You launched the feast again. ]
[You tasted a dish cooking for flesh and blood. ]
[Dishes quality: delicious. ]
[This dish has a lot of delicious juice, which contains rich vitality, which has transformed the essence of life for 90 days. ]
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Watching a dish was swallowed elegantly by Feng Mu, only the clean bones were left. The respect and appreciation of the food was undoubtedly the highest award for the chef who prepared ingredients.
Wang Cong couldn't close the corners of his mouth. Looking at Feng Mu eating, he had a sense of satisfaction in his heart than he had eaten.
He showed a innocent smile on his face, and gently gently gently rolled Feng Mu's rest of the bones, and fed it to his parents living in the gourd.
The fine white sand was like a soft silk thread, which rotated around the gourd lightness, and finally cleverly transformed a pair of parents' loving faces behind Wang Cong's body, as if he was silently enjoying his son's fist filial piety.
Feng Muyin was also very moved. He invited him to the warmth of the phone:
"My respecting father, do you want to come with me for dinner?"
At the other end of the phone, Feng Jue listened to the slight noise from the microphone. It seemed that the sound of the flesh was slowly melting, and it seemed to be the crispy ring of the bones.
He couldn't make up for what Feng Mu was eating. He only felt that the sound of eating sounded the thief, which made his tongue secrete the saliva.
He swallowed his mouth and scolded his face:
"Eat and eat, I don't know how you can eat now. If you can have a little brain, you should immediately roll over and ask me, begging me ..."
Feng Mu interrupted Feng Ji's preaching, he said quietly:
"I am enjoying the food. My respectful father, you don't want to eat, don't pour my appetite, okay?"
Feng Jue was full of anger, and he said dumbfounded:
"Do you think I am willing to save you, if I don't think of your mother, I ..."
Feng Mu had a deep understanding of his father's father before, and as he walked further and further on the villain, he saw Feng Jue more thoroughly.
Just as the selfish people know the minds of selfish people, the bad guys can be more sensitive to smell the disguised smell of the bad guys.
Feng Mu's laughter has no emotional waves:
"My respectful father, you don't want to save me, you just want to save your own future, haha, this kind of false performance, you still leave me for my favorite sister, huh--" Feng Feng Morning is so angry that even words are not good, they can only cursing again and again:
"Anti -son, Antizi, you are not a child!"
Feng Mu still maintains a polite smile and responds calmly:
"Don't be angry, I see your father, see you in the patrol room tomorrow morning!"
Wang Cong quietly waited for Feng Mu to hang up the phone, his lips took a few times before he said slowly, and asked the words:
"Feng Mu, your relationship with your father does not seem to be very harmonious?"
Feng Mu smiled unwillingly, and then glanced at the two sand faces behind Wang Cong, envious:
"Yeah, Wang Cong, you are lucky, you have a pair of parents who love you very much."
Wang Cong nodded happily, but in his heart, he hoped that Feng Mu could also experience the warmth of the family. He thought for a moment, and then said in a very sincere tone:
"Maybe, you just lack the opportunity to understand each other. Just like I used to understand my parents, but when they left, I deeply realized that their importance in my life."
Feng Mu frowned slightly:
"Do you want to advise me to communicate more with my father?"
Wang Cong shook his head gently. He was not a fool. He could hear how bad Feng Mu's relationship with his father was. This is not a simple communication to solve it.
Fortunately, after death, he resumed the angle of the problem, especially in dealing with family problems, and had a beyond angle far beyond the world.
There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!
At this point, Feng Mu is probably not as good as him. Therefore, he believes that he can provide Feng Mu with a constructive opinion:
"Feng Mu, you misunderstood, I mean, you may let your father leave first, and wait until you start missing him, then let him go back to you to accompany you."
Feng Mu was stunned for a while, and even with his evil head, he couldn't immediately understand Wang Cong's deep meaning.
Until Wang Cong added again:
"My father was also very irritable before, but now he doesn't lose his temper now. He is tired of being with my mother every day. What I said "
Feng Mu blinked. He seemed to understand Wang Cong a little. He had to admit that Wang Cong's suggestions were indeed unique and inspiring. Feng Muxu was taught: "What you said is a bit of reason, I will consider it."
Whenever he can help Feng Mu, Wang Cong will feel happy from the soul.
The corner of his mouth showed a very brilliant smile, and the parents behind him also felt his mood like Wang Cong said, and he also felt his lifelong weird smile.
What a blind date, the family who loves each other, the family, the family, is really enviable to die!
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(End of this chapter)