Chapter 1798 Youthful Love Letter 3

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At that time, Feng Xinglang listened very intently.

You can even count the beat and time of each step the little guy takes.

I have to say that the technological content of this thing that Xing Twelve got is quite strong. You can even hear the little guy's subtle breathing.

"Bang bang bang..."

The child Feng Chongchong stopped outside a closed door. The door was locked, and no matter how hard the little guy slapped it, it wouldn't budge.

Feng Xinglang checked the location of the little thing. It was at the top west corner of the second floor. And that door has always been locked in Feng Xinglang's memory. But why does the little thing keep banging on the door?

Could it be that that door had been opened at a certain time?

A series of associations came to mind: for example, the quilt that my son had covered; another example was the little burps his son had; and the big bug that his son was talking about... it should be a living thing!

Feng Xinglang's alertness was quite sharp. But at this moment, under the focused monitoring, it has weakened a lot.

Of course, if he was in front of a certain great wizard, his little level of alertness would be completely negligible.

A curl of faint smoke floated over, carrying a slight smell of herbs.

Feng Xinglang, who was lying on his side, didn't even realize that the composition of the air around him had changed, and he was still breathing as he should.

He didn't even notice the vague sigh in the darkness.

Drowsiness came over him in layers in an instant. Before Feng Xinglang took a few breaths, he felt that his eyelids were so heavy that he could hardly open them.

Is it so easy to sleep in this shabby place with a shabby sofa?

Feng Xinglang rubbed his increasingly sleepy eyes, trying to summon up his energy to continue monitoring his son's movements, but he was still captured by layers of sleepiness, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

A hand with clear joints and a slightly rough texture slowly reached over and easily took out the invisible earplug from Feng Xinglang's ear; after putting it to his own ear and listening for two or three seconds, Sent it back again.

He was originally going to put it back into Feng Xinglang's ear, but after the hand that reached over paused for a moment, he finally just placed it next to his ear.

This face was still handsome, with sharp edges and corners; it gave his handsomeness a hint of evil.

Feng Xinglang, who was sleeping, lacked the usual violence and deceit, but had a little more soft beauty: thick sword eyebrows, a high bridge of nose, and lips as pale as water...

Really, I won’t be able to live in peace even if I die! Even if he went to the eighteenth level of hell, he would still make him jump up and down at his scolding!

Can the ninety-nine times of swiping the face be extended to mean: his need for him? Or is it because he misses him?

But the dignity of the last step... still couldn't be maintained!

Eighty-six times of brushing the face, it seems that there is still a long way to go before the final ninety-nine times!

Will this be a typical example of where sincerity leads to gold and stone? It seems that my behavior is still a little childish!

Is it giving? Is it to please? Or flattery? Or is it a different kind of licking the face?

This kind of self-questioning has to rise to the level of "what is the value of a person's life"!

Since I haven’t been able to figure out some things after spending more than two years... then what else do I want to do with them!

Just think of it as an ecological balance!

Isn’t it as the saying goes: One thing brings down another thing! Maybe it’s applicable to him and him!

The fingers with sharp joints reached over and stopped silently two centimeters above the bridge of Feng Xinglang's tall nose... Ethereally, the curled-up fingers fell down and scraped across the bridge of Feng Xinglang's nose!

Is this considered revenge? !

Or a meeting gift for him?

A knock on the door from the second floor interrupted the silence; the man in the hoodie immediately flew towards the upper floor and floated up.

"Big...big...big insect."

Catching the shadow, the little guy flew over happily, mumbling in his little mouth.

a few days ago.

Novel looking up;

A condescending look down from above.

The little guy's eyes were full of surprise, and his expression, as well as his curiosity for prey, were so similar to Feng Xinglang's.

"Hi, your name is Chongchong?" he asked.

The little guy chirped twice and answered his question. Then he slowly walked over and gently raised his hand to pat him, probably to determine whether the shadow was real.

He possessed him and stared at the little guy who was curious about him with gentle eyebrows.

"We are really destined! Your name is Little Chongchong...my name is Big Chongchong!"

He stretched out his big palm in a friendly gesture of shaking hands, "Nice to meet you!"

The little guy raised his little hand, carefully placed it in his big hand, and hummed excitedly.

"Remember, my name is Big Chongchong."

Two minutes later, in the room that had been locked, a patient and careful voice came out:

"Lin Xueluo...mama..."

"Big... big... big insect."

"mama...Lin Xueluo...it's you mama...mama..."

"Big...big...Chongchong..."

"Mama... Xiao Chongchong's mama... Lin Xueluo! She is the woman who gave birth to you... her name is Mama!"

"Chongchong...big...Chongchong."

"..."

When Feng Xinglang woke up, it was already more than two hours later.

The moment he opened his eyelids, he was shocked. I wanted to jump up from the sofa quickly, but I was too weak and sleepy.

Did he fall asleep accidentally?

Oh my God, I am such a fool!

Reflexively, he groped for his ears, only to find that the invisible earplug had fallen on the sofa, so he immediately picked it up and put it back into his ears.

The monitoring sound coming from the invisible earbuds made Feng Xinglang extremely excited.

"mama...mamamama...mama...mama..."

It was the baby son's milky cry, and it kept repeating.

"Chongchong...Chongchong, can you call mother? My Chongchong can call mother! Chongchong, where are you?"

The overly excited Feng Xinglang instinctively rushed upstairs to find the whereabouts of his youngest son.

"Chongchong...Chongchong...call me daddy!"

As soon as he heard his father's shouting, the little guy ran away.

Big Chongchong disappeared ten minutes ago. The little one is always looking. But before he could find Da Chong Chong again, he was about to be caught by his own father.

If there is a position, the short-legged Feng Chongchong child will definitely not be able to outrun the long-legged father Feng Xinglang.

At the corner of the third floor, the little guy who almost knocked on the wall before he could turn the corner was instantly lifted off the ground by his father, Feng Xinglang.

"Chongchong... call mommy... your mommy will be so happy if she hears you and calls her mommy!"