The man behind the scenes: My entry is so evil that it's crazy

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 Jue gritted his teeth, and his tone was very engraved with thin yin damage:

"The wasteful waste, I still remember to eat, 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 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 the warmth of the phone to 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 sound from the microphone. It seemed that the sound of the flesh was slowly melting, as if the bone was crispy.

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, I don't know how you can eat meals now. If you can have a little brain, you should immediately roll over and ask me, please ..."

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 stomach, and he said dumbfounded:

"Do you think I am willing to save you, if I don't think of your mother's share, 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's voice 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 Jue was so angry that he even said it was unfavorable, and he could only cursue again and again:

"Antizi, Antizi, you are not a child!"

Feng Mu still maintains a polite smile and responds calmly:

"Don't be angry, my respectful 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.

"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.

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Feng Mu was probably far inferior to him in this regard, so he thought he could provide Feng Mu with a constructive suggestion:

"Feng Mu, you misunderstood. What I meant was that maybe you could let your father leave for a while, and when you start to miss him, let him come back to accompany you."

Feng Mu was stunned for a moment. Even with his evil mind, he could not immediately understand Wang Cong's deep meaning.

Until Wang Cong added:

"My father used to have a bad temper, but now he doesn't lose his temper. He stays with my mother every day, inseparable. I think they are more affectionate than before, love me more, and are more willing to listen to what I say."

Feng Mu blinked his eyes. He seemed to understand Wang Cong's meaning. He had to admit that Wang Cong's suggestion was indeed unique and inspiring. Feng Mu humbly accepted the advice and said, "What you said makes sense. I will consider it."

As long as he can help Feng Mu, Wang Cong will feel happy from the bottom of his soul.

He immediately showed a very bright smile on his lips, and his parents behind him also felt his mood as Wang Cong said, and also showed a vivid and weird smile.

What a loving and united American comic family, it's really enviable!

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