Chapter 1851: Love Letter 56

Feng Zongzhe picked up the black-and-white photo with his little flesh hands and stared at it carefully ...

Feng Xinglang almost held his breath!

"Big Bug ... Big Bug!"

The little guy howled at the photo, suddenly excited.

On the photo, Cong Gang, although he is more than ten years young, but the facial contours and facial features have not changed much. What's more, his face at that time was particularly `` significantly old '' because of resentment.

Feng Xinglang quickly reversed Cong Gang's photo almost conditionedly, along with other photos that were turned over. After shuffling the sequence, Feng Xinglang held all the photos turned over with his palm.

"Zongzhe, dear play a game with you: find the big bugs in this bunch of photos! Okay?"

Feng Xinglang just moved his palm away, and the little boy was half-stuck on the desk, and started to open the black and white photos one by one by the bastard's dad.

Looking for the third one, the little guy immediately picked it up and raised it in front of his father and father Feng Xinglang.

"Big Bug ... Big Bug!"

"play again!"

Three times in a row, Feng Zongzhe was able to find the picture of Cong Gang from the pile of black and white photos without any error, and he shouted ‘big bugs’ over and over again!

Feng Xinglang fell into an endless silence:

It stands to reason: the younger son Feng Fengzhe should have never seen Cong Gang. However, he was able to accurately find Cong Gang's photos from the pile of black and white photos. At least two points can be proved: the youngest son knows Cong Gang; and Cong Gang is the younger son who has been mumbling for months. Great bugs!

In other words: The big bug in the younger son's mouth is exactly the secretive godfather in the wife's mouth? !!

If Cong Gang is really the younger son's godfather, everything will be solved! It is not surprising that the wife would safely throw the younger son to Cong Gang one night, but she could sleep peacefully!

But the basis of all this must be based on the dead Cong just resurrected!

Could it be said that Cong had just died and was born again?

Cong just didn't die? Is he alive again? Or did he live all the time and never die? !!

Feng Xinglang's breathing began to rush ...

Seeing what my father and father had been thinking, the little guy in his arms began to get impatient:

"Big Bug ... Big Bug!"

The little boy clutched his father's collar in one hand and pointed his finger at the office door; he signaled his father to take him out to find the big bug.

Cold, Feng Xinglang suddenly embraced his young son and kissed him several times.

"Zoo ... Thank you! Thank you for bringing such a precious gift to your dad!"

The little guy didn't show much interest in this inexplicable remark. The point is he doesn't understand.

The little guy just kept pointing the office door with his little finger and motioned to his dad to take him out.

...

Wen Qingqing has never encountered a type of 'seeker' like Xing Shier.

Let's be a suitor! It's just that Ao Jiao seems to be posting him down!

As expected, Mr. Wen, after a brief greeting with Lin Xue, went into the study and began to tutor Feng Linnuo.

Knowing that the little guy is so smart that he can easily do the math problems taught in weekdays, so Mr. Wen brought a few math problems.

Little guys who have rarely been exposed to these types of questions are really hard to come by, scratching their ears and scratching their cheeks.

But Mr. Wen seemed to be absent-minded. From time to time, he turned his head to look at the courtyard outside the window. Because Feng Linnuo's mother said that Xing Shiliang would also come today.

"Nono, your twelfth brother ... what exactly is he doing?"

In addition to curiosity, there is also a little girl Huaichun who is unconscious.

"My righteous father's bodyguard!"

Lin Nuo stared at the question and asked.

This is a fun mathematical problem of the Yang Hui triangle: the pyramid starts from 1 and each number is equal to the sum of the two numbers above it; each line of the number is symmetrical and starts to grow from 1; The number in line 2 has 2 items, and so on.

Looking at the interesting pyramids stacked with numbers, the child Lin Nuo thought for a while and seemed to find out what rules ...

"Your father-in-law's bodyguard? Then, what is your father-in-law doing?" The little teacher asked again.

"My righteous father ... is probably in business!"

Worried that this cute and dumb little teacher continued to ask, the little guy added: "I don't know exactly what business is done!"

"Then your righteous father really has fifteen so many righteous sons?" Teacher Wen knows that Lin Nuo is ranked 15th by Xing.

"Well! There used to be more! But now there are a lot less, and there are only the old five ... the old twelve ... the old fourteen ..." The little man counted his fingers.

"So, what about the other righteous ones?"

Teacher Wen asked nervously. Some are afraid of hearing bad results.

The little guy glanced at the nervous and fearful little teacher, and grinned at the little mouth, and smiled lightly, "Let's break up! They should go for another high!"

The little man is still kind in heart. He didn't want the little teacher to hear those **** things.

"Oh, that's it ... it scared me!" The little teacher let out a tense breath of relief.

What do you think of, the little teacher who just calmed down and asked curiously: "Nono, your twelfth brother ... Will he really climb the wall? I mean a very high one!"

"A must! My twelfth brother is the most powerful of my elder father!" The little guy proudly said.

"Then ... the sixteenth floor ... can he climb?"

"Don't mention the 16th floor, the World Trade Center in the city center is a piece of cake!"

The little guy is a bit overwhelmed. He ignored Teacher Wen's ability.

"Your twelve brother ... does he often do this kind of adventure?"

Teacher Wen looked sad, "What if ... what if I fall?"

"Rest assured, my twelfth brother has been specially trained since he was a child ..." Suddenly the little guy felt like he had too much talk?

"Ah? Your twelfth brother has special training since he was a child? What special training? Is it climbing?"

At this moment, Mr. Wen is like a curious baby who can't ask questions.

"Just learn how to protect my righteous father!" The little guy changed his words to something more personal.

"Then your twelfth brother must have had a hard time, right?" Teacher Wen showed pity.

"It will definitely work hard! Fortunately, my elder father hurt my twelve brothers!"

The little guy glanced at the little teacher in a sluggish daze, "Children without mothers are so poor! Teacher Wen, after you marry my twelfth brother, you must be good to my twelve brother! Please! "

Teacher Wen was blushed with a small face, "What nonsense? Do your homework!"