Chapter 1850: Love Letter 55

Feng Xinglang wasn't sure if all this was just his own imagination, so he obscured Xing Twelve:

"Nuo Nuo said a few days ago that he wants Cong Gang ... I wonder if I can take Zhang Cong Gang's photo as a photo, so that it is convenient for Nuo Nuo to worship him!

Concealing the real intention, just don't want to let all this imagination fail.

"The fifteen is really filial piety ..." Xing Shiliang sighed, "If I die, he can think of me!"

"If you really want my family, Nono, to obey you, you should live better. From time to time, let him visit you, rub your shoulders, pinch your legs, or whatever."

For the selfishness of Feng Xinglang, he was reluctant to honour his son to filial piety to others. But Xing Twelve could stand it.

"Feng Xinglang, I love listening to you! Well, then I have to live a long time and let the fifteenth kid obey me!"

Xing Twelve was pretty coquettish. Feng Xinglang can please him with a few words.

"By the way, who did you say you had Cong Gang's picture?" Feng Xinglang just rightly came back.

"Oh, it's my second brother! When I sorted out the relics for my second brother, I saw him taking a photo with Cong Gang, which is Song Tai!"

After Xing Shier Xing said eloquently, he sighed again and again: "But I was buried in my brother's graveyard! If you really want it, then I have to have my brother open a coffin It's up! "

"Then ... it's not necessary! The deceased is big, let your second brother rest in peace! Don't bother him!"

Want to get Cong Gang's photo, even have trouble to open the coffin? Cong Gang is a real ghost.

"Really?" Xing Twelve asked.

"The deceased is safe, so don't bother!"

This is the true word of Feng Xinglang. He really didn't want to make a dead person restless in order to get a photo.

Xing Twelve quietly stared at Feng Xinglang in his cymbal and did not answer.

After Xing Xinglang walked into Feng's living room, Xing Shiliang drove away.

Mo's housekeeper used to wait in the living room.

"Master Second, are you back?"

"Well ... why haven't you gone to sleep?"

"Oh, I'm going to sleep now!"

Butler Mo poured out a cup of warm tea from the thermos. "This is a sober tea. You drink it and go upstairs to rest. The stomach will feel better."

Feng Xinglang obediently received the sober tea in the hands of Mo butler, and drank three or two.

In the master bedroom on the third floor, the wife slept soundly with her two sons.

Not wanting to disturb the sleeping wife and children with the alcohol on her body, Feng Xinglang and her clothes lay on the sofa aside.

...

The witful Fengzhe kid didn't haunt his relative, Feng Xinglang, who was about to go out. Instead, he hid in Mummy's arms to sell cute.

He seemed to realize that his dad would not take him to find Big Bugs, and all his hopes were pinned on Mummy.

"Xinglang, today Mr. Wen is going to be a guest at home. Will you come back for lunch at noon?"

Given that her husband helped her out of the beaten Xingwu in the basement of Hetun last night, Xue Luo was quite satisfied.

Originally, Feng Xinglang wanted the woman to fulfill her promise: explain to the younger son's godfather ... but he didn't do it at this moment. Since women don't want to say, let her do it!

"No! I'm busy with a financial summit these days, and I expect to go on a business trip tomorrow."

Feng Xinglang sorted his cufflinks. "Furthermore, the young teacher came to our house for the first time and got a bunch of people to accompany her. Even if she was not scared, she would be uncomfortable. With Nono and the company , Plus a Xing XII ... the atmosphere will be better! "

"So too!"

Xue Luo seemed to feel that her husband's words were very reasonable.

"Come on, little bulb, go out with your dad!"

Feng Xinglang stepped forward and wanted to hold the younger son Feng Zong Chong; but the small things went straight into Mummy's arms.

"Mama ... mama!"

The little boy who strongly refused, how to look at his dad as a trafficker who trafficked in children.

The thoughts of Feng Zongzhe's children, how could they not know when they were their father's Feng Xinglang! He didn't want to give the little guy this chance!

"Daddy is lonely without you when you work. How lonely!"

Feng Xinglang forcibly took the younger son and said, "What is your task today is to learn to call my dad! My dad wants to hear you call my dad when he dreams! Come on, my son!"

Today, because Mr. Wen and Mr. Xing Shiliang were scheduled at home, Xue Luo defaulted her husband to take the younger son to the company. Furthermore, the secretary of GK Ventures has so many female secretaries who will help take care of the little ones.

Feng Xinglang at best is to be a shopkeeper, which will not affect his office work.

As soon as he arrived at the company, Feng Xinglang heard a beep from his mobile phone. After throwing his younger son to the secretarial department, he opened the message sent by Xing Shiliang.

It is a black and white photo. Black and white photo of Cong Gang.

Cong Gang in the photo was in his early twenties, probably before Feng Xinglang rescued him from Chinatown.

Feng Xinglang really didn't expect Xing Shier to let the people who stayed at Pete Fort to dig Xing Er's graveyard. And he really passed the photo back to him! This kid is quite reliable!

Feng Xinglang then turned around and walked towards the secretary, but stepped outside the door again.

It stands to reason: Since the younger son was born, he has never seen Cong Gang. If the big bug in the younger son's mouth is really Cong Gang ...

For the accuracy of this test, Feng Xinglang called Wendy and asked her to print several black and white photos.

In addition to Cong Gang's photos, there are also Feng Lixin's, Yan Bang's, Bai Mo's, and a few male employees of GK Ventures.

Feng Xinglang slowly picked up the black and white photo of Cong Gang: Although it was Cong Gang when he was young, the haze in those eyes seemed to blacken the whole person! Like Satan's evil spirit who just came out of hell!

No wonder how deadly it is, and from time to time, the corpse can make him feel the ghost of him!

Who does this have such deep hatred?

"Wendy, go and carry the bug."

"Good general manager."

Feng Xinglang buckled the stack of black-and-white photos on the table, waiting for Wendy to pick up her little son from the secretary's office.

Although the little guy didn't like to play with grandma's older sisters, it was better than staying with Yin Qing, who wouldn't take him to the big **** bastards.

"Come here, your dad has something good for you!"

Feng Xinglang embraced the little guy in Wendy's arms. Press him to sit on his strong legs.

Then slowly turned the black and white photos one by one in front of the little guy.

At the beginning of the two GK employees, the Feng Fengzhe kid was completely uninterested.

When Feng Xinglang turned to Feng Lixin's black-and-white photo, the little guy ‘er’ said, it should be like: I know the guy in the photo!

It can be judged that the little guy still has a certain ability to distinguish and recognize!

When I turned to a GK male employee and Bai Mo, the little guy seemed a little impatient. He pointed at the door of the office with his little finger and signaled that his dad could take him out.

Feng Xinglang then opened a black-and-white photo: the little guy who was still screaming to go out suddenly quieted down.