Chapter 377

As a result, I can't pronounce clearly, but I can guess what the little guy wants to say.

The softness in my heart is more intense.

"Well, xiaoconghua, go to bed. Sister conghou will wait for xiaoconghua to wake up tomorrow morning."

Once again kiss her small face, seems to be finally get the answer they want, xiaoconghua is at ease.

Little finger released his finger and fell asleep.

I don't know if there's anything happy about it. The corners of my mouth are rising slightly. It looks like I'm sleeping peacefully.

Often porridge is not in a hurry to leave, simply picked up a story book by the little guy's bed.

After all, she slept for an afternoon, which was not very sleepy, so she stayed with Xiao Conghua for a while.

On the other side of the house, the atmosphere is not so quiet.

"Are you sure this is all her information?"

Inside the study, the old man's deep voice, with obvious pressure, the man kneeling below could not help shivering.

"Yes."

But the voice of reply is still calm and firm.

The old man slowly removed the pressure on himself, and the man on the ground took a long breath in an instant.

Some people, even if they don't exert pressure deliberately, don't have the momentum that he can easily resist.

"It shouldn't be..."

The old man looked at the pile of information in front of him and murmured, with some hesitation on his face, as if he was thinking about something.

Yes, this is Mr. Ding who just came back from the house.

As early as he was on the road, Mr. Ding had already ordered him to go down and ask for the information of changcong. When he came back, all the information of changcong had been put on the table.

But after reading it, he didn't feel relieved. Instead, he felt that something was wrong.

He's been in business for so many years, but this intuition has helped him a lot.

According to his understanding of changcong in fengzhai, changcong is definitely not a simple person.

But now seeing her information, Mr. Ding frowned subconsciously.

Naturally, he is clear about his people and abilities. Now that he has found them, there should be no problem.

What is the reason for the inexplicable disobedience in my heart?

Isn't it true that I'm so thoughtful this time? In fact, that girl is not as complicated as I think?

Although Mr. Ding still hesitated in his heart, it was obvious that his heart had begun to lean to this side.

After all, he is confident that his own granddaughter is so excellent.

Even if Fengjia boy is really interested in that girl, it's no big deal, isn't it?

After all, Fengjia boy is so excellent, there are a few romantic women, there is no problem, men, always need some freshness, Mr. Ding is to understand.

When he was young, Mr. Ding was a romantic figure, so he was very open about these things.

As long as the Feng family boy knows who can be his wife.

Chang Cong has no background, so it can't compete with Ding Lanzhi.

Mr. Ding gradually let down his heart. He thought that congee would become an obstacle after Ding Lan's death. Now it seems that he doesn't have to worry so much.

"Go down."

Mr. Ding waved his hand. The man came out of the study, and the atmosphere returned to calm.

So when Chang Cong didn't know about it, he was stripped of his identity from beginning to end and looked down upon. It's really a long way to go

She is still bored looking at the picture book in her hand.

"Hoo..."

Originally not very sleepy, but in front of the warm desk lamp, looking at the script in his hand, in front of the shallot flower gradually even breathing sound, often porridge also can't help but come to sleep.

Put down the book, stretched a stretch, stood up, help xiaoconghua turn off the light, went out.

The old man outside is no longer in the living room. He should go back to his room to have a rest.

Chang Cong rubbed his sour eyes and went upstairs.

After Fengting Mo room, Chang Cong hesitated subconsciously.

Would you like to tell that man that you are going out tomorrow?

After sipping the corners of his lips, he finally decided to let it go. Anyway, there was no need to say anything. He had already told Feng Lao, didn't he?

And so late, that man should have had a rest

Chang Cong finally decided to go back to his room.

After living in that room for a few days, she is getting used to it.

However, she didn't expect that as soon as she was about to leave, she found that Feng Tingmo's door was suddenly opened.

Often porridge originally intended to turn the body, so decided to stand in place.

Feng Tingmo's face was also a little surprised, but Chang Cong, after reacting, gave a low cry, then covered his face and turned around.

"You..."

For a moment, Chang Cong didn't know what to say. He just felt his face was hot when he rubbed it.

Feng Tingmo raised his eyebrows. Looking at Chang Cong's tense appearance, he couldn't help laughing.

At this time, in fact, Feng Ting Mo had just returned to his room.

I had been dealing with my own affairs in the study on the third floor before. I just went back to my room and took a bath. This time, the man only wore pajamas.

The upper part of the body is just covered with a bath towel, and the hair is still dripping with water.

Where does Chang Cong think that he will see such a scene? For a moment, he doesn't know what to do.

I just feel that the temperature of the whole body is getting higher.

She could even hear her heart beating.

As soon as the man opened the door, Chang Cong took all the scenes back to his eyes.

Although she had slept on the same bed before, she didn't see it so clearly this time. She would stand in front of herself so directly. Can she not be nervous!

I have to say that the figure of that man is really good.

But she clearly saw the man's standard eight abdominal muscles looming.

I don't know how she could see it so carefully in such a short time. It's also amazing

Feng Tingmo didn't care about the reaction of Chang Cong, but in the invisible place of Chang Cong, the corner of his mouth rose slightly, as if he thought of something happy.

After waiting for a long time, Chang Cong found that there seemed to be no sound behind him.

Can't help some strange, itchy in the heart, what is that man doing?

In the heart to do enough psychological construction, often gruel gruel slowly turned around, intend to see what the man is doing.