Chapter 1850 Youthful Love Letter 55

Feng Xinglang wasn't sure if all this was just his imagination, so he prevaricated Xing Twelve with a few words:

"Nono said a few days ago that he missed Cong Gang... I was wondering if I could get a photo of Cong Gang as a posthumous photo, so that Nono could go to pay homage to him!"

Hiding the true intention, I just don’t want all these illusions to come to nothing.

"This boy Shi Shi is really filial..." Xing Twelve sighed, "If I were to die, it would be great if he could miss me!"

"If you really want my Nuonuo to be filial to you, then you should live a good life. Let him visit you from time to time, rub your shoulders, squeeze your legs, etc."

With Feng Xinglang's selfishness, he was reluctant to let his son be 'filial' to others. But Xing Twelve can afford it.

"Feng Xinglang, I like to hear what you say! Well, then I have to live a long life and let that boy fifteen be filial to me!"

Xing Twelve is quite easy to coax. Feng Xinglang could make him happy with just a few words.

"By the way, who did you just say has Cong Gang's photo?" Feng Xinglang got right to the point.

"Oh, it's my second brother! When I was sorting out my second brother's belongings, I saw a photo of him and Cong Gang, also known as Songtai!"

After Xing Twelve said it excitedly, he let out a long sigh: "But I buried him in the cemetery of my second brother! If you really want it, then I have to have someone open the coffin for my second brother." Got it!"

"Then...it's better not to use it! For the sake of the deceased, let your second brother rest in peace! There is no need to disturb him!"

If you want to get Cong Gang's photo, you have to go to the trouble of opening the coffin? This damn guy Cong Gang is really capable of tossing people around.

"Really?" Xing Twelve asked.

"The deceased is at peace, so there is no need to disturb him!"

This is Feng Xinglang's true words. He really didn't want to make the deceased people miserable just to get a photo.

Xing Twelve quietly stared at the melancholy Feng Xinglang and did not answer.

After Feng Xinglang walked into the Feng family's living room, Xing Twelve drove away.

Butler Mo was accustomed to waiting in the living room.

"Second Young Master, are you back?"

"Well...why haven't you gone to bed yet?"

"Oh, I'm going to bed now!"

Butler Mo poured a cup of warm tea from the thermos, "This is the sobering tea. Drink it and then go upstairs to rest. Your stomach will feel better."

Feng Xinglang obediently took the sobering tea from Butler Mo's hand and drank it all in a few gulps.

In the master bedroom on the third floor, my wife and two sons were sleeping soundly.

Not wanting the smell of alcohol on his body to disturb his sleeping wife and children, Feng Xinglang lay fully clothed on the sofa nearby.

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The clever kid Feng Chongchong did not pester his father, Feng Xinglang, who was about to go out. Instead, he stayed in his mother's arms and acted cute.

He seemed to realize that his father was unwilling to take him to find Chongchong, so he placed all his hopes on his mother.

"Xinglang, Teacher Wen is coming to our house as a guest today. Will you come back for lunch?"

Xueluo was quite satisfied since her husband helped her fish out the beaten Xing Laowu from the basement of Hetun last night.

Originally, Feng Xinglang wanted the woman to fulfill her promise: to reveal who the younger son's godfather was... But at this moment, he didn't do that. Since the woman doesn’t want to say it, let her do it!

"No! I have to be busy with a financial summit these days, and I guess I will have a business trip tomorrow."

Feng Xinglang adjusted his cufflinks, "Besides, the little teacher came to our house for the first time and had such a group of people accompanying her. Even if it doesn't scare her, she would still feel uncomfortable. With Nuonuo and Tuan Tuan accompanying her, , plus a Xing Twelve...the atmosphere will be even better!"

"Yes!"

Xueluo seemed to think her husband's words were reasonable.

"Come on, little lightbulb, let's go out with your daddy!"

Feng Xinglang came forward and wanted to hug his youngest son, Feng Chongchong, but the little boy went straight into his mother's arms.

“ｍｍｍａ…ｍａｍａ!”

That little look of strong rejection made him look like a child abductor to his biological father.

How could Feng Xinglang, the biological father, not know what Feng Chongchong was thinking! He didn't want to give the little guy this chance!

"How lonely it would be without you around when my father is at work!"

Feng Xinglang forcibly brought his youngest son over, "Your mission today is to learn to call me daddy! My own father dreams of hearing you call me daddy! Come on, good boy!"

Because there was an appointment with Teacher Wen and Xing Twelve at home today, Xueluo defaulted to letting her husband take his youngest son to the company with him. Furthermore, there are so many female secretaries in the secretarial office of GK Venture Capital, who will help take good care of the little one.

At best, Feng Xinglang can just be a hands-off shopkeeper, which will not affect his office work.

As soon as he arrived at the company, Feng Xinglang heard a notification tone from his cell phone. After throwing his youngest son into the secretarial department, he opened the message sent by Xing Twelve.

It's a black and white photo. Black and white photos of Cong Gang.

Cong Gang in the photo was in his early twenties, probably before Feng Xinglang rescued him from Chinatown.

Feng Xinglang really didn't expect that Xing Twelve would let the people who stayed at Fort Pett dig up Xing Er's grave. And they actually sent the photo back to him! This guy is pretty reliable at what he does!

Feng Xinglang immediately turned around and walked quickly towards the secretarial department, but stopped again outside the door.

Logically speaking: the youngest son has never seen Cong Gang since he was born. If the big bug in my son's mouth is really Cong Gang...

In order to ensure the accuracy of this experiment, Feng Xinglang called Wendy and asked her to print several black and white photos.

In addition to Cong Gang's photos, there are also photos of Feng Lixin, Yan Bang, Bai Mo, and a few male employees of GK Venture Capital.

Feng Xinglang slowly picked up the black-and-white photo of Cong Gang: Although it was Cong Gang when he was young, the haze in those eyes seemed to have darkened his entire being! Like a Satanic evil spirit that just crawled out of hell!

No wonder he can't die no matter what, and he still pretends to be dead from time to time, making people feel his lingering ghost!

Who does this have such a deep hatred for?

"Wendy, go get Chongchong over."

"Okay Mr. Feng."

Feng Xinglang put the stack of black and white photos on the table and waited quietly for Wendy to bring his youngest son from the secretarial department.

Although the little guy doesn't really like playing with his chattering older sisters, it's better than staying with his bastard father who is so uncertain that he won't take him to find Big Chongchong.

"Chongchong, come here, my dear father has something good to show you!"

Feng Xinglang took the little guy in Wendy's arms. Sitting him on his legs.

Then I slowly turned over the black and white photos one by one in front of the little guy.

The first two GK employees and the kid Feng Chongchong were completely uninterested.

When Feng Xinglang turned to Feng Lixin's black and white photo, the little guy said "uh", probably wanting to say: I know the guy in the photo!

From this we can judge that the little guy still has a certain ability to distinguish and identify!

When I turned to a male GK employee and Bai Mo, the little guy seemed a little impatient. He pointed at the office door with his little finger and asked his father if he could take him out.

Feng Xinglang then opened another black-and-white photo: The little guy who was still howling to go out suddenly became quiet.