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

Lu Rong glanced at Feng Xinglang who had entered uninvited, and handed him the stupid thing he was holding in his arms, "Mr. Feng, what do you mean by bringing such a child to my place? You and I are old men. It’s not worth using this trick to let the children call me dad, let’s open the skylight and speak honestly.”

Feng Xinglang took Benben and put it on the ground, raised his head and stared at Lu Rong seriously: "You may not remember what happened, but don't you wonder why the good things suddenly go back to three years ago?"

Lu Rong was taken aback for a moment, then frowned: "How do you know?"

"During the interview, you said you missed it," Feng Xinglang explained with a smile, "And I was reborn three years ago."

Lu Rong stared at Feng Xinglang in surprise, and didn't speak for a while.

"Our timeline is exactly the same." Feng Xinglang added with increased volume.

Lu Rong looked down at the quiet Benben, took a deep breath and asked, "Tell me, what's going on?"

Feng Xinglang pulled Lu Rong to sit down, "Honey, I've already told you, you are my wife."

Lu Rong smiled, "Then what happened to this child, we adopted it?"

"Of course not, baby, he was born in October of your pregnancy, and he is our own son."

Lu Rong showed an expression that you thought I was an idiot, and kept silent for a rare time.

Benben suddenly sobbed softly, "Dad, why don't you want me anymore, I am Benben, you said you like me the most..."

Lu Rong stood there in embarrassment, "Hey, don't cry, I hate children crying."

Feng Xinglang comforted: "Stupid boy, your father just forgot us temporarily, give him a little time, I believe he will remember us all soon."

Benben sniffed and nodded solemnly, "Father, I believe in you, you must remember us quickly."

Feng Xinglang squatted down on the ground, and wiped away the tears that were hanging on his face, "Play by yourself for a while, I have a few words to say to your father."

Benben turned and left, ran to the corner next to the TV, sat on the chair alone, leaving the space for the adults.

Feng Xinglang turned his head to stare at Lu Rong, his expression became serious, "What I said is true, I'm definitely not a liar."

Lu Rong scratched his hair: "It's not that I don't believe you, it's really, this is too unbelievable, I am a man of my age, you are also a man, if you say that we are all gay, I can barely believe it , if you say that I gave birth to you such a big baby, how can you make me believe it!"

"Don't be in a hurry to draw conclusions, and don't be in a hurry to doubt me. I know that all your memories have been deleted by the program. I will tell you the cause and effect now."

Lu Rong: "Speak, I'll listen."

"It's hard for me to explain some things, because I still haven't figured out how those things are implanted into human minds. You can think of it as a game." Feng Xinglang thought for a while and continued, "We crossed into a game together due to a certain fate, which is a world composed of three novels. We must complete the tasks set in the game before we can return to reality. In the first world, you are dressed as As an intersex person who can conceive, your main task is to give birth to Benben, who was born in that world. The second world..."

Feng Xinglang explained the things in the three worlds in general, and after he finished speaking, he stared closely at Lu Rong, not missing any subtle expressions on his face, and found that he was just frowning in thought, for fear that he would not believe it I continued, "I know these things are really hard to believe, but they are indeed not fake."

Lu Rong listened to him patiently, and at first thought it was a fantasy in his heart, but suddenly thought of the dream he had last night. The child he saw in the dream looked exactly like Benben, and it also came from his own stomach. born.Could it be that what Feng Xinglang said is true?Thinking of this, Lu Rong's firm belief was shaken again for a while.

But after all, just relying on a dream still can't convince himself, Lu Rong said with a cold face: "You told a good story, I'm going to revise my resume, please go back."

"I knew you didn't believe it, it doesn't matter, I will let you believe it."

Feng Xinglang took out his mobile phone and dialed a number, got up and went to the balcony to answer the phone: "Ah Chen, do you have time at noon, how about having lunch together?"

A thick male voice came from the other side of the phone, "I'm afraid I won't be free at noon, I'm helping my son choose a kindergarten."

"Kindergarten?" Feng Xinglang wanted to say something but held back, coughed and said with a strange expression, "Then at night, remember to bring him, I have something to ask him for help."

"What can my son do for you?"

"I can't make it clear on the phone for a while. You have to help me bring him over anyway. I'll wait for you at the old local hot pot restaurant. Let me say this first, see you later."

Lu Rong pricked up his ears to listen, and found that Feng Xinglang hung up the phone and went back to the house, and glanced at the phone in his hand, "You don't want to find a doctor to help me restore my memory, do you?"

Feng Xinglang didn't answer, he glanced around the simple furniture, his gaze finally stopped on the torn instant noodles, "Honey, are you eating this for lunch today?"

Lu Rong sat down on the sofa: "If you didn't come suddenly, I would have finished eating by now."

Feng Xinglang picked up the instant noodles and threw them into the trash can, "You can't eat these things in the future."

Lu Rong didn't respond immediately: "Why?"

Feng Xinglang: "It's not good for your health."

Lu Rong glanced at the instant noodles in the trash can, and stood up with a sneer: "Just take care of your own affairs, Mr. Feng. You don't need to worry about my affairs. This is my home. You have to ask Mr. Feng before throwing things away." My master disagrees."

Benben nodded in agreement, "Mom is right, Dad never ate instant noodles before, and he didn't allow me to."

Lu Rong decided that the two of them were singing double reeds, wanted to explode but couldn't find the vent, forced a smile and said: "I just said that you have found the wrong person, your father never eats instant noodles, I am born to like this Things. So, your father and I are definitely not the same person."

Benben tilted his head and listened quietly, then turned back to look at the instant noodles in the trash can. After a while, he grabbed Lu Rong's trouser leg and shook it: "The food that Dad likes must be delicious. I also want to eat with my father."

Lu Rong: "..."

Feng Xinglang smiled but said nothing.

The expression on Lu Rong's face became ferocious, and the veins on his forehead began to twitch, but he restrained it with all his might, and finally said with a broken face, "Am I suffering from schizophrenia?"

Benben shook his head affirmatively: "Dad, don't worry. My mother and I are not hallucinations or delusions. They are real existences. As long as Dad hugs Benben, he will know that Benben is not fake."

Lu Rong gave him a ghostly look, never expecting that the three-year-old in front of him understood what he meant.

"Baby, our son is unusual." Feng Xinglang leaned against the wall leisurely, and before Lu Rong could respond, he rolled up his shirt sleeves and blinked, "Benben misses you very much, play with him for a while, I'll go to the kitchen Cook."

Lu Rong looked helplessly at the child who was clinging to his knees, sighed, bent over and picked him up, pinched that pink face, turned on the TV and handed the remote control to him: "Watch TV obediently, I'll go Look at you in the kitchen... er, your mother, right?"

Benben raised his head and kissed him on the cheek, "Okay, listen to Dad."

Lu Rong stretched out his hand to touch the place where the child had kissed, and felt an indescribable warmth in his heart. It seemed as if such a scene had happened before, he shook his head and walked to the kitchen entrance, staring at Feng Xinglang who was busy alone. Looking back, he didn't know what to say, so he deliberately stepped heavily to make noise.

Feng Xinglang obviously knew that he was behind him, so he calmly washed the tomatoes in his hands, without turning his head, he said: "This kitchen is too small, we will move to a bigger house another day."

Lu Rong secretly rolled his eyes, and was too lazy to talk to him about it, so he cleared his throat and said, "Forget it, don't do it, I'll invite you out to eat."

"Going out to eat is boring, baby, let's go to the restaurant tonight, and introduce two people to you by the way. There is nothing else in the refrigerator, so I will just cook lean meat, scramble tomatoes and eggs, and I will eat it soon."

With a leisurely look on his face, he obviously regarded this as his own home.

Lu Rong was quite depressed, but he didn't like having a fit.

After lunch, Lu Rong glanced at the big and small ones who were not going to leave on the sofa, feeling a headache for the first time.

Lu Rong gritted his teeth and stood up, "I have something to do in the afternoon, so I want to go out."

Feng Xinglang nodded as if nothing had happened: "You go, come back early, we'll wait for you for dinner."

Lu Rong's eyelids twitched. Since he was so brazen, he was afraid of offending others, so he said bluntly, "I mean, you should go."

Feng Xinglang stood up slowly, said with a wry smile: "Honey, can't you trust me just once?"

"If you insist on staying here, I won't be polite." Lu Rong grabbed the phone and quickly pressed 110, resting his finger on the dial button, staring at Feng Xinglang quietly.

Ruouowu's injuries flashed across his face, Feng Xinglang picked up Benben who was sleeping on the sofa and stood up, shrugged and said, "Okay, I'll send Benben back first, five o'clock I'll come pick you up sometime."

"As I said, I am not the person you are looking for."

"I've also said that you are the person we are looking for," Feng Xinglang said after a pause, "Lu Rong, if you really want me to give up, then let me clarify the matter, I believe you are also very happy." I wonder why you were reborn three years ago. After tonight, if you still can't remember the past, I am willing to obey all your arrangements, even if you don't want to see me again, don't want to see Benben again, I There will be no complaints. The condition is that you must meet someone with me tonight."

"Who are you seeing?"

"A person who can help you restore your memory."

Lu Rong was silent for a while, "I promise you."

If I really forgot something, if I can remember it, that's not a bad thing. If the fact is that they made a mistake, at least the truth can be revealed, and I don't have to be chased by a child and call Dad, although he also admits, then Children are indeed charming.As for that Feng Xinglang, Lu Rong couldn't figure out why he would make up those things, and he tried to convince himself that maybe he had lost his mind.It's just that when he looked at himself with those scorching eyes, why did he feel inexplicably familiar and nervous?

Lu Rong tried his best to breathe calmly, and he was out of his mind all afternoon.

At five o'clock in the evening, Feng Xinglang showed up downstairs on time in a Lamborghini.

Lu Rong pulled the car door, but it didn't open, obviously the door lock wasn't unlocked.

Feng Xinglang poked his head out of the driver's seat, "Honey, take the co-pilot."

The car started slowly and stopped at the door of a hot pot restaurant. The waiter led the two of them into a box with a good environment.

Lu Rong followed Feng Xinglang into the door, and at a glance saw two other people in the room, a young man with bronze skin, and a boy who looked to be six or seven years old.Lu Rong waved and smiled as a greeting.

The young man got up and walked towards Feng Xinglang, and patted him on the shoulder familiarly: "Feng is very busy, why are you free to treat me to dinner today?"

The boy who had been sitting on the chair said coldly: "He invited me, you are just incidental."

The young man immediately put on a bitter face: "In front of my friend, at least you should save me some face."

Feng Xinglang pointed to the young man and said, "This is Chen Que, my college classmate, and this is Mr. Zhong Yuanzhong." After speaking, he turned around and smiled at Chen Que, "He is the Lu Rong I told you about."

Lu Rong stared at the two in amazement. The boy was surprisingly thin, but he had an expression of refusal to be thousands of miles away, and the air centered on him was sometimes filled with depression that made him shudder.As for the handsome man with wheat skin, the smile on his face is very sunny, and he seems to be easy to get along with.

"I'm afraid you don't like spicy food, so I specially ordered a mandarin duck pot." Chen Que scooped out some beef from the boiling clear soup pot and put it in front of Chong Yuan, "Eat more meat son."

Chong Yuan glared, "Who is your son?!"

Chen Que rubbed his hair heavily, "Eat meat, eat meat, don't talk, eat more, you look malnourished, others will think that I treat you badly."

Lu Rong was puzzled, "Are you father and son?"

Chen Que raised his eyebrows and said, "Why, it doesn't look like it?"

Lu Rong held back a smile and said, "To be honest, it really doesn't look like it."

"It wasn't originally," Zhong Yuan seemed impatient, and looked up at Feng Xinglang, "What do you want from me?"

Feng Xinglang said: "Lu Rong's memory has been maliciously deleted, I would like to ask Mr. Zhong to help restore his memory."

Lu Rong was speechless: "He insisted that I was the father of his child, and that I lost my memory."

Feng Xinglang: "To be precise, you should be the child's mother."

Lu Rong laughed awkwardly, pointed at Feng Xinglang's head and said, "I suspect you have a problem here."

"He's right, there is indeed a gap in your memory." Zhong Yuan's immature but serious voice sounded, and he turned his head to stare at Feng Xinglang, "How much are you willing to pay this time?"

Feng Xinglang thought for a while and said, "Mr. Chong, report the number."

Chong Yuan turned to look at Chen Que, "Help me negotiate the price with him."

Chen Que shook his head, "I'm an old acquaintance with him. If you ask me to talk to him, I must make a friendship discount for him. It's better for you to talk about this kind of thing yourself, and I don't bother to care about it."

Chong Yuan said: "Then the price will be the same as last time."

Feng Xinglang stood up, his expression became sincere, "Thank you, Mr. Zhong, when will it start?"

"Now," Chong Yuan said, "you and Chen Que go to the door and wait. I didn't say yes, no one can come in."

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Double update today~

Que Que and Zhong Yuan have come out to play soy sauce. If readers want to read the story between them, you can read my finished article "Inhuman Boyfriend from the Primordial Desolation"