Chapter 1842 Youthful Love Letter 47

What answered Feng Xinglang's sullen voice was an empty echo; followed by a soundless silence.

Feng Xinglang didn't like this kind of tranquility, and he hated this kind of silence even more. In this cold night, which is already early in the morning, it is even more depressing and lonely. Both environmentally and internally.

There was a loud bang, and an angry Feng Xinglang kicked down a chair in the living room, his anger ready to come out.

"Cong Gang, why the hell are you pretending to be a corpse? Come out if you dare! I can't beat you to death, you piece of shit!"

In fact, whether Cong Gang had committed suicide or not, Feng Xinglang probably just had a beautiful wish in his heart.

In short, it was Feng Xinglang's consistent style to vent or vent his anger on Cong Gang for things that were not good or things that did not go according to his wishes.

Anger and mania with nowhere to vent were staged in the empty hall of the villa.

After smashing and kicking in the living room downstairs for a while, Feng Xinglang, who was silent for about ten seconds, walked quickly upstairs again.

"Cong Gang...Cong Gang...where did you hide my son, you bitch?"

"..." Did he discover it by himself? Or did that woman Lin Xueluo tell him?

"Bitch, if you want to die, you should die far away and die thoroughly! Don't let his mother pretend to be dead every day to play tricks on me and my son!"

"..." It seems that it is just his own wishful thinking. And to express anger.

"Boom..." With a loud noise, Feng Xinglang kicked a potted plant placed at the corner of the stairs downstairs.

"Big Chong Chong..."

In the dark room, a murmur like a whisper came from the child Feng Chongchong; he must have been woken up by being kicked randomly by his bastard father.

"Shhh."

Cong Gang made a silent gesture towards the little guy in his arms. The little guy snuggled into Cong Gang's arms obediently and remained silent.

A complete lie to my father! No matter how his father Feng Xinglang called him, the little guy didn't make a sound.

After Feng Xinglang kicked open the door of the master bedroom, the smoky gray bed was already empty. Even the quilt was taken away.

If Feng Xinglang was calm enough and keen enough at that time, he would have been able to feel the higher temperature in the room.

Or he can observe the details, such as the quilt that was swept away from the bed, or the children's shoes that were intentionally or deliberately placed under the bed, and he can find what he wants to find.

It's a pity that Feng Xinglang was just venting his uncontrollable rage at that time. Everywhere he went, he was either smashed or kicked, and his whole body was enveloped in a violent aura.

In the nearby storage room, someone was wrapping the little guy in his arms with a quilt, looking through the gap at Feng Xinglang, who was violently assaulting the innocent furniture and furnishings.

The little guy in his arms seemed to be completely awakened by the beating sound of his bastard father. He became more and more cooperative with someone's instructions and continued to remain silent without saying a word.

This little thing is so powerful!

Through the long and narrow gap, Feng Xinglang couldn't see the whole picture. But I can feel his anger and violence.

He is a father of two children, why is he still so manic? !

Was he forced out?

Or was he spoiled?

After an inexplicable burst of anger in the master bedroom, people hurriedly looked for the flower room on the third floor.

"Do you want to go back with your biological father?" Cong Gang asked the little thing in his arms in a low voice.

"Big Chong Chong..."

The little guy snuggled closer into Cong Gang's arms and wrapped his small arms around his neck.

Obviously, the little thing doesn't want to go back with his bastard biological father. He likes to stay here with Cong Gang, and he likes Cong Gang even more.

It’s true that I don’t know where the fate comes from, but it goes deep!

A happy smile appeared on Cong Gang's lips, and he brought his cheek close to her.

"Well, let's continue playing hide-and-seek with your manic father!"

If someone heard this, he would probably be torn apart; unfortunately, the trap set by Cong Gang was not something that he, Feng Xinglang, could solve.

Unless, his subjective consciousness wants him to untie it!

But now, it's obviously not the right time!

"Cong Gang, if you don't fucking come out, I will burn your dead man's tomb!"

Here we go again! Whenever he felt angry and had no way to vent his anger, Feng Xinglang would use these words to threaten him. I just don’t know if I’m threatening the dead Cong Gang, or if I’m forcing him on himself! And this sentence has almost become Feng Xinglang's mantra!

In the silent silence, Feng Xinglang's roaring anger seemed to have met a thousand years of ice - withered!

Like a collapsing mountain, Feng Xinglang collapsed on the sofa behind him; the impact was a little painful, but it also relieved the manic mood in his heart.

Thinking about something, Feng Xinglang called his wife's cell phone. He knew that his eldest son should be in the master bedroom.

"Dad, have you found Brother Chongchong?" The person who answered the phone was indeed the child Feng Linnuo.

"Not yet! Your mother wouldn't be so stupid as to leave her own son here alone!"

He said this... as if he, Feng Xinglang, had never lost it. So far, his wife has been very angry with him.

"By the way, did your smart son ask anything from your mother?" Feng Xinglang asked tightly.

"My son woke up mommy just now...but mommy just said: Believe her! She also said that Brother Chongchong will be sent back tomorrow morning!"

The little guy pouted and said, "Judging from the fact that Mommy is sleeping so sweetly and peacefully, I think Mommy's words can still be believed! Why don't you come back first and let's wait until tomorrow morning! Anyway, please come back first." There are only a few hours until tomorrow morning!”

Under the persuasion of his eldest son, Feng Xinglang stood up, subconsciously glanced back towards the stairs, and walked out quickly.

…

All he could do was wait, which seemed to make Feng Xinglang more and more irritable and anxious.

But he really didn't want to wake up his sleeping wife again and have another interrogation that made him even more angry.

Maybe he should choose to believe his wife... It's just not advisable for a wife to use their children as a bargaining chip for anger!

But it seems that I can only let the sleeping woman go tonight, and wait until the younger son comes home tomorrow to 'teach' her a lesson?

"Dad, why aren't you sleeping yet?"

Little Lin Nuo moved closer to his mother, making a lot of room for his father, "Dad, please sleep for a while. Maybe when you wake up, Brother Chongchong will come back!"

It’s been a long time since the little one has been able to enjoy the closeness with his biological father and mother like this!

"Dad, you're not sleepy! My son and mommy should go to sleep. Daddy is here to watch over you!"

It wasn't that Feng Xinglang wasn't sleepy, but that he couldn't let himself sleep peacefully.

I feel like I have been thrown into a strange circle...