Chapter 1855: Love Letter 60

The shadow finally disappeared resolutely from the study on the third floor of Fengjia.

Even the dim light in the study was taken away by him. What remains is the quietness in the dark night and a dormant person!

The shadow fuses itself into the darkness, and the photos between fingers are gripped more crumpled.

It was supposed to analyze the origin of this photo, but at this moment it was gone! Just standing silently, as silent as the flowers and trees in the dark night.

The cold night seems to want to take away the warmth of all things in the world and shroud them under the cold.

For a long time, the sweater man in the dark seemed to move: he slowly raised the photo in his hand to his eyes, and then slowly turned it over ...

Vaguely, the sweater man saw a line of text instead of a domineering font!

I can't see what's written, but that crazy font already shows who they are from!

With the light of the miniature flashlight, the sweater person saw the line on the opposite side of the photo: "Dog, don't let Lao Tzu catch you!" ]

How much resentment is this?

Strange thing ... can you guess that he will come to take this picture?

The light smile spread slowly on the sweater man's cheeks, little by little smudged on his entire face!

Want to catch him? Is it so easy? Is it because of you?

Instinctively, the man in the sweater turned around and looked sideways at the study on the third floor of the Fengjia Villa bathed in the dark: should he go upstairs and write three big words on someone's face: 'Just you'?

If it is true, it is someone's word! Maybe he was waiting for him to be exposed!

The game has just begun and he has time and patience.

A lifetime!

Quietly watching the direction of the study on the third floor for a long time in the dark, the sweater man disappeared again.

...

The wormworm child who woke up first didn't cry and didn't make trouble, and sat up and rubbed his sleepy eyes; when he thought of something, he immediately looked down and looked at his palm, and found that the worm's photo was gone.

"Big Bug ... Big Bug!"

The little man muttered in a hurry, and immediately opened the quilt and began to search.

But after searching all over his crib and no picture of the big bug, the little guy turned over the guardrail and climbed down from the crib.

There was a sleeping mummy on the big bed. The little guy first shouted twice, and when he couldn't wake up the sleeping mummy, he started to look for himself.

It was time to open it, it was time to drop the bed, and even the lying mummy was pushed halfway by him, but no picture of the big bug was found.

Where did the big bug pictures go? I remember sleeping tightly in my hand last night ...

The little guy thought of his own **** dad: it must have been taken by the **** dad!

But the **** dad didn't sleep on the bed? Did he go to a place where many beautiful sisters love him?

The little boy climbed off the bed and ran towards the door of the master bedroom barefoot. When he passed the study, he found that the door was hidden, so he pushed open and walked in and glanced: found that he was sleeping on the sofa Feng Xinglang, who was so loud that he was talking loudly.

"Big Bug ... Big Bug ..."

The little boy immediately rushed over, tore off the blanket covering his dad, and scooped out his hands one by one to check: there are no pictures of big bugs!

Although the bastard's father does not have it, it does not mean that there is no other place. So the little guy started searching around his dad's body, not even letting his dad's tightly squeezed mouth go.

Then the top, then ... then, until Minjue was pulled apart by the little guy, Feng Xinglang woke up from his dream.

I thought it was a peach blossom dream, but I didn't expect that the guy who was doing something wrong with him turned out to be his own little son!

"Zhongzhe? What are you doing? What are you doing pulling Dad's pants on?"

Feng Xinglang caressed his son's little head, and kissed the little guy's face tenderly.

"Big Bug ... Big Bug ..."

This is ambiguous. Fortunately, the little guy is only two years old, and it should be just a name.

What came to mind, Feng Xinglang sat up quickly from the sofa: Last night he was sitting at the desk clearly, why is he lying on the sofa now?

That picture! !!

Feng Xinglang picked up his younger son, hurriedly rushed to the desk, only to find that the picture was missing on or under the desk, or around the desk.

Did the dog thing really come?

monitor!

Feng Xinglang picked up his young son, who was holding on to the big bug, and walked quickly towards the computer room.

The result made Feng Xinglang excited and disappointed.

Disappointed: the monitor freezes at about 11.30 last night; excited: who would think so carefully?

After searching the entire study, I couldn't find the black and white photo. But Feng Xinglang can confirm and affirm: the photo was taken from the sleeping little son by himself, and then brought into the study!

I went downstairs and asked Mo butler and An An. They didn't go to the study room on the third floor last night. And Feng Xinglang also ordered them: Don't have to come upstairs last night! As for the disappearing photo, it should have nothing to do with them!

His wife, Lin Xueluo, was first excluded by Feng Xinglang. Because the wife had coaxed her younger son to sleep last night, she had too many opportunities to take or put away the photo. When Feng Xinglang entered the master bedroom, his wife and young son were asleep. And the younger son still held the crumpled photo and would not let go.

It seems that the whereabouts of that photo are already obvious.

The game of catching mice with someone's cat has never disappointed Feng Xinglang!

"Big bug ... big bug ... wow ..."

I couldn't find any pictures of the big bugs when I saw them, and my dad was still old-fashioned. He didn't know what he was thinking about, and the little guy cried out with a choked throat.

The dreary and sleepy snow fell, and finally was awakened by the cry of his little son.

"Zoo, why are you crying?"

"Mama ... big bug!"

The little boy spread out his little hands and signaled that the picture of Mummy's big bug was gone.

"Would you like a bug?"

Xue Luo saw her mother and son's husband squinting at the side, and immediately became angry: "Feng Xinglang, did the insect's hand take it? Was it taken away by you? You woke up early in the morning Does your child look like a dad? "

"I still want to ask you! The picture of Zhu Zhe taking a good sleep in her hand, how can you disappear if you don't see it?"

Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes slightly, catching the slight changes in his wife's face.

"You said ... Could it be that Cong Gang suddenly scammed last night, and then took his own photo?"