After Transmigrating into the President Wen of Dog Blood [Quick Transmigration]

When Lu Jianren received a call from the real estate agency, saying that his house had been tidied up and ready to move in at any time, Lu Jianren immediately realized that Feng Xinglang must have contributed behind the scenes.

Although the hotel is convenient, after all, it is not as comfortable as living at home.

The house and its appliances have been rented out for more than three years, and they have been worn out to varying degrees.

The Lu family's father and son spent a day cleaning inside and out, bought a few pots of green plants to put on the balcony, and replaced some brand new household items. When Yang Suhe came back from the countryside, the home had returned to its former warm appearance.

Lu Rong leaned on the gray sofa, heard the phone ringing, picked it up, and saw a text message from Feng Xinglang - baby, I'll come to your house to eat crabs tonight.

Feng Xinglang hadn't contacted him for four days since he moved back home.

Lu Rong didn't reply right away. Following the system's instructions, he glanced at Yang Suhe who was chatting with Lu Jianren in the kitchen, hesitated for a moment, stood up and walked to the kitchen and said, "Mom, do you still remember, Feng Xinglang?"

"Remember," Yang Suhe continued washing the vegetables without looking up, her tone was normal, "I kicked him out when he came to our house last time."

Lu Jianren walked to Yang Suhe's side, lightly pressed her shoulder, and said with a smile: "Honey, I invited him to our house for dinner tonight."

Yang Suhe looked up at Lu Rong, then at the cautious Lu Jianren, and sneered: "If you invite me, I will invite you. I have nothing to say."

Judging from her attitude at this time, it must be that Lu Jianren asked her to talk about the matter between herself and Feng Xinglang, so she was willing to give Feng Xinglang another chance.It is certain that this time he should not be swept out again.

Lu Rong walked out of the kitchen, picked up his phone and went back to President Ba: "Well, my mother is already steaming crabs."

Feng Xinglang: "Honey, I'll be there in 10 minutes."

Lu Rong put down his phone and didn't reply.

When the doorbell rang, Lu Rong just came out of the kitchen helping out with serving dishes.

Yang Suhe took off her apron, took out a paper towel to wipe off the oil on her hands, and opened the door.

Feng Xinglang and Yang Suhe looked at each other, Feng Qingyun smiled lightly, as if he had never been unhappy at all: "Hello, Auntie."

Yang Suhe nodded indifferently, but stepped aside to let him in.

Benben stared at the robot in Feng Xinglang's hand, tilted his head and said, "Mom, is this a gift for me?"

Lu Jianren scolded with a smile: "Why is this kid calling people carelessly!"

Yang Suhe interrupted: "What kind of mother is called Uncle Feng."

Benben blinked and insisted: "Dad said, he is my mother."

Lu Rong looked at the sky, when did I say such a thing?

Although the name mother sounds awkward, it is surprisingly more pleasant to the ear than uncle or something.

Feng Xinglang smiled wryly at himself, and handed the robot in his hand to Benben.

Lu Jianren came out of the kitchen with a bowl of hot soup, and pulled Feng Xinglang to sit at the dining table.This meal, seven dishes and one soup, are the special dishes of the two elders.

Lu Rong lowered his head to eat, and Lu Jianren asked some insignificant words from time to time, but Yang Suhe didn't make much noise, just asked tricky questions as soon as he uttered them.

Lu Rong suddenly grabbed a fishbone.

Feng Xinglang noticed his strangeness, glanced at the unfinished fish in his bowl and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lu Rong opened his mouth with difficulty: "A fishbone got stuck."

"Why is this kid so careless!" Yang Suhe hurried to the kitchen, poured a small cup of vinegar, and put it in Lu Rong's hand, "Is the fishbone too big? Quickly drink two sips of vinegar."

"Not much," Lu Rong smiled sheepishly, drank three sips of vinegar, a sour freshness ran down his throat, and the fishbone finally softened.

There was no further serious conversation during the meal.

After eating, Yang Suhe was washing dishes in the kitchen, while Lu Jianren and Feng Xinglang chatted about the obviously declining housing market and stock market.Benben rushed over excitedly, took Feng Xinglang's hand and walked aside, glanced at Lu Rong who was washing the fruit, leaned into Feng Xinglang's ear, and whispered, "Mom, can you do me a favor?"

Feng Xinglang: "What do you want me to do for you, stupid?"

Benben pulled him into the study room, locked the door behind him, then took out a piece of paper folded into a square from his pocket, looked at Feng Xinglang and said, "Mom, can you read it to me?"

Feng Xinglang took it over and saw that it was a machine manual in English. Thinking that this toy was a limited edition that had just been shipped from abroad, he sat down on the chair and said with a smile: "This is the manual for the robot."

Benben nodded: "I know, mom read the words on it to me."

Feng Xinglang's English is very good, so he quickly translated the above English into Chinese and explained it to him word for word.

Benben said: "Mom doesn't need to translate for me, I can understand."

Feng Xinglang glanced at him quite unexpectedly, so he took out a sentence from the instruction manual that had not been translated in English, and asked him the Chinese meaning, unexpectedly, Benben answered everything correctly.

Feng Xinglang picked him up and put him on his lap: "Your father taught it?"

"Dad's English is terrible," Ben Ben shook his head.

"Who taught that to be stupid?" Feng Xinglang asked.

"I learned it from movies. Dad likes to watch American dramas." Benben tilted his head and said, then suddenly turned his head and looked at Feng Xinglang very seriously, "Mom, don't tell Dad that you just read it to me English."

Feng Xinglang was surprised: "Why?"

Benben buried his head in thought for a while, and couldn't help frowning: "Every time I just draw English on the wall, my father will be unhappy. Although he will smile at me, he will ignore me for a long time. Still staring at me in a daze."

Feng Xinglang patted his head, but didn't speak to him.

Ben Ben stretched out his finger: "Mom, let's pull the hook, don't tell Dad, Dad doesn't like me to read English."

"Okay, pull the hook." Feng Xinglang hooked the child's fingers with an expressionless expression, bent down and picked him up, opened the door of the study, walked to the sofa in the hall, and sat down next to Lu Rong.

Benben stretched out his hands to Lu Rong: "Daddy hug."

Lu Rong wanted to throw this clingy little guy aside, but the system's instructions were contrary to his thoughts, so he sighed secretly and hugged him in his lap.

At this moment, Feng Xinglang's cell phone rang suddenly.

Feng Xinglang glanced at Lu Rong, got up and went to the balcony to answer the phone.

The phone call lasted only a dozen seconds, Feng Xinglang hung up the phone and went back to the lobby with his phone.

Lu Rong raised his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Feng Xinglang said with an ordinary expression: "It's nothing, my nephew's phone number."

Lu Rong didn't realize who his nephew was, until the system reminded him that the so-called nephew was his ex-boyfriend Feng Haoyang, and he followed the system's instructions to show a rather embarrassed expression.

Feng Xinglang's eyes suddenly darkened, but he stood up with a smile on his face, and said goodbye to Lu Rong's parents: "Thank you uncle and aunt for your hospitality. It's late, so I'll go back first."

"Come to my house to play when you have time," Lu Jianren stood up, and looked at Lu Rong again: "Rong Bao, go and give it to others."

What can I give you?It's not that he has no legs or feet!

Lu Jianren touched Lu Rong: "Silly boy, why are you in a daze, Xiao Feng is waiting for you."

Lu Rong swallowed the displeasure in his heart, stood up obediently, nodded slightly, followed Feng Xinglang, and sent him out of the community.

As soon as he walked out of the narrow corridor, Feng Xinglang slowed down a little, and waited for Lu Rong to follow him and walk side by side with him, and held Lu Rong's soft left hand majestically.

Lu Rong shrank instinctively, unable to shake off that warm and powerful hand, so he didn't waste any more effort, and let him lead him towards the parking lot.

Feng Xinglang said softly: "Sit in the car for a while, I have something to say to my baby."

Lu Rong nodded slightly, let go of Feng Xinglang's hand, opened the car door, and got into the co-pilot.

Feng Xinglang followed into the car, and looked up at Lu Rong after a while: "Baby, what do you think of being stupid?"

Lu Rong looked at him in bewilderment, nodded: "...that's pretty good."

Feng Xinglang thought for a while: "Baby, do you think that Ben Ben's learning ability is very strong?"

The system has already said that his son will be a five-year-old prodigy who can understand seven languages, and his learning ability will naturally not be so weak!

Lu Rong hesitated for a moment, then showed a proud expression: "Well, Benben is very smart, has a good memory, and basically won't forget what he has seen."

Feng Xinglang looked at Lu Rong without moving, and suddenly agreed with the child's words. Lu Rong's happiness and pride were just an appearance. As for the real thoughts in his heart, he was a little confused.

Lu Rong felt that his visiting eyes seemed to strip him naked for observation, and wanted to escape in self-defense, and said softly: "Be careful driving on the road, I'll go back first." He said and prepared to get out of the car.

Feng Xinglang wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him into his arms: "Don't worry, baby, I still have a few words to say."

Lu Rong: "What are you going to say?"

Feng Xinglang seemed to be planning something, and he stared at Lu Rong seriously after a while: "Baby like Feng Haoyang or me?"

This kind of question is a sub-question.

Lu Rong tried his best not to look at the boss, and whispered: "...I like you."

Feng Xinglang laughed in satisfaction, but he didn't let go of Lu Rong, but hugged him even tighter: "I haven't seen you for a few days, baby, do you miss me?"

Lu Rong blushed habitually, shook his head first, then nodded.

Feng Xinglang smiled and said, "Baby shakes his head for a while and nods for a while, do you want to or don't want to?"

Miss you big bastard!

Lu Rong nodded slowly: "...I think so."

Feng Xinglang felt that the roots of his ears were tingling, and pressed his forehead against Lu Rong's. After a moment of tenderness, he suddenly said in a low voice: "Rong Rong, I miss you very much, not a day goes by."

Lu Rong was held in his arms. At first, he was only soured by these love words, and didn't find anything wrong. But soon, as Feng Xinglang's embrace became tighter and tighter, he finally sensed that Zhou Zhou was bewildered. Temperatures are soaring.

Fuck, is it going to shake the car?

Lu Rong grabbed his clothes tremblingly, "You are pressing me so hard."

Feng Xinglang shook out the car seat, turned over while hugging him, "Then I'll let the baby hold me down."

Lu Rong: "..."

Not daring to act rashly, Lu Rong could only stand stiffly in a daze.

Feng Xinglang's eyes darkened slightly, and he sighed, "Don't be nervous, baby, I just... miss baby... Sigh, get up."

Lu Rong also wanted to get up quickly, but the system was inaccurate, so he secretly rolled his eyes, and hesitantly said: "How about I, I use my hands..."

Feng Xinglang's eyes lit up, "Is it okay?"

What kind of stupid system actually forced him to show a shy and hypocritical face to make the boss feel comfortable? !If it was a hand/gun fight, he might be quite happy, but now he wants to protect the chastity of that shit on the one hand, but on the other hand he has to use his wrists to make him feel good, and his mind is extremely unbalanced.

But even if it's not balanced, things happen like this...

Oh, what a shame!selfishness!I only know that one person is cool!

Lu Rong cursed loudly, but there was only a shy and embarrassed expression on his face.

Fuck, my hands are sore, why isn't it over yet?

The system dinged and appeared: "All aspects of the performance of the boss are high-end settings."

Lu Rong: "..."