Chapter 1854: Love Letter 59

"Oh, my bug is back? Let mommy kiss her!"

Ben lazily lay on the sofa eating snacks and falling snow, a little tired to rise to meet her little son who ran over.

"Mama, big bug!" The little boy shook the photo in his hand.

"What is this? Whose picture?"

Xue Luo wanted to take the picture from his younger son, but the little guy was holding his arms tightly.

A black and white photo ... turned out to be ... Cong Gang? !!

"Mama, big bug ... big bug!"

The little guy held the photo in his hand and dragged his lazy mummy on the sofa with one hand. It should be that Mommy wants to take him out to find the big bug.

How come there is a picture of Cong Gang in this little thing?

Xue Luo was startled: did her husband Feng Xinglang have found out? Does he know Cong Gang is alive?

The snow fell at this moment, and there was such a secret to be revealed! I can't keep even that little secret!

Looking up, Xue Luo suddenly felt the sharp eyes of the man staring, with the meaning of inspection.

"OK ... Xinglang, you, are you back?"

This is a bit futile!

If there is no hidden secret in your heart, it will not be like this.

In other words: If Lin Xueluo is normal, she should be holding Cong Gang's photo and make a few sad sighs, which is in line with her kind heart!

His wife's reaction was to make Feng Xinglang quite satisfied. It seemed a little closer to his extravagant hope!

"Well. Come back."

Feng Xinglang did not try to break through his wife or cross-examine, and appeared quite calm. As if nothing had happened.

"Where is my eldest son?"

Feng Xinglang looked very leisurely. "Yes, how is your matchmaker today?"

"Well," Xue Luo sighed, "Don't mention it! Xing Shier's arrogant and negative EQ guy, annoyed the little teacher again! Fortunately, I turned the tide and forced him to go with Nono Mr. Wen went home ... When he called in the afternoon, he said that the three of them were playing at the playground!

"Well, Little Lin has done a good job! Worthy of praise!"

It seems that the couple turned a blind eye to the picture of Leng Buding's Cong Gang who appeared. It seems that some sort of consensus has been reached.

"By the way, Nono is about to take his final exam. I have to get him back sooner."

Xue Luo quickly picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table and hurried towards the bathroom.

Is it just a phone call to urge his playing son to go home, do he have to avoid his dad to go to the bathroom?

You can think of it with your toes: who should a woman call to ventilate and report.

Feng Xinglang guessed right: Xue Luo did call Cong Gang.

"Hey, hey, Brother Cong, it's bad ..."

After the phone was silent for three seconds, a voice answered, "What happened?" Cong Gang's voice.

"Brother Cong is not good ... Feng Xinglang didn't know where to get your picture. The insect was held in his hand and shouted the big insect! Has he found anything?" Xue Luo really gave it to Cong Gang Airy letter.

"My Photos?"

Cong Gang on the other side of the phone was also stunned, and whispered, "Why does he have a picture of me?"

"I don't know! It's a black and white photo, and you look quite young ..."

After a few seconds of silence, Cong Gang said quietly: "As long as you don't admit it, Feng Xinglang is only skeptical!"

"Oh, oh, yes, yes! As long as you don't show up in front of him, he can only doubt it, but can't verify it!"

Three minutes later, Xue Luo pretended to be calm and walked out of the bathroom. The look of resoluteness I would never say anything you ask.

Feng Xinglang, who was half-lying on the sofa, squinted his eyes at the woman who was pretending to be calm; perhaps the more calm the woman was, the more excited he was.

"Wife, when did my eldest son come back?" Feng Xinglang asked in a loud voice.

what? God, I forgot about it!

"Uh ... that, Nono said he'll be back soon!" Xue Luo had to lie hard and lie.

Do not want to let his wife continue to be embarrassed, Feng Xinglang raised his eyebrows without asking anything.

Seeing that her husband was not suspicious, Xueluo came closer and picked up the little son who had always wanted to go out. "Xinglang, this seems to be Cong Gang's picture? Where did you get it?"

I remember when talking to Cong Gang in the bathroom just now, he also asked where the picture came from.

"Who knows ..." Feng Xinglang said with a long voice, "I guess it was from which horn that the worm came out of!"

...

Night, deep cold.

It was not until the youngest son fell asleep that Feng Xinglang was able to take Cong Gang's black and white photo from his hand.

The study on the third floor was still lit. Like the indicator light in this deep cold night.

The photo has been wrinkled for a long time by the child who was blocked by Feng Zongzhe; Feng Xinglang watched Cong Gang on the picture quietly, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

A fierce sleepiness struck. Although Feng Xinglang was struggling to keep his eyes awake, he still couldn't resist the layers of sleepiness. It feels like this eyelid is heavy.

It took another ten minutes, until a light snort came from the study, and a shadow appeared behind Feng Xinglang.

At this moment, time seems to be frozen.

Awake Feng Xinglang, used to showing a proud grandfather;

And Feng Xinglang in his doze had a touch of warmth.

A trace of warmth fluttered across his well-defined handsome face; without stopping, he took the slightly wrinkled photo straight from his fingers.

Turned out to be this picture?

how come?

Because this picture will appear before he meets him!

It seems that he can find this picture without much effort!

What's the purpose? Just to prove: "The big bug" in his younger son's mouth is the person in this picture?

When is it stupid to use this lowest level way?

It's childish enough!

Very boring, isn't it? !!

When the photos were packed and ready to leave, Lengding threw an arm tightly and clasped his wrist.

"Cong Gang ... Don't die ... Don't die!"

From a rational perspective, Cong Gang clearly knew that Feng Xinglang was just a slang word in his dream.

A normal person cannot fight the effects of chemical drugs.

But Cong Gang still strained the cells of the whole body a little; after a stiff swallow and a choking, his breath was slightly sharp.

Don't die? When did you live?

Once memories become shallow, like clouds floating in the wind.

Only that face ... only clear!

Slowly, he tore off Feng Xinglang's hand clasping his wrist, hissed lowly: "I'm not dead ... you will regret it!"