Chapter 1851 Youthful Love Letter 56

The child Feng Chongchong picked up the black and white photo with his little fleshy hands and stared at it carefully...

Feng Xinglang almost held his breath!

"Big Chongchong...Big Chongchong!"

The little guy suddenly shouted excitedly at the photo.

In the photo, although Cong Gang is more than ten years younger, his facial contours and facial features have not changed much. Moreover, his appearance at that time was particularly 'old' due to the resentment in his heart.

Feng Xinglang turned over Cong Gang's photo quickly, almost reflexively, along with the other photos that were turned over. After shuffling the order, Feng Xinglang held down all the photos that were flipped over with his palms.

"Chongchong, my dear father wants to play a game with you: find the big Chongchong among these photos! Okay?"

As soon as Feng Xinglang moved his palm away, the little guy immediately half-crouched on the desk and began to flip through the black and white photos one by one that his bastard father had turned over and interrupted.

After searching for the third one, the little guy immediately picked it up and held it up in front of his father, Feng Xinglang.

"Big Chongchong...Big Chongchong!"

"play again!"

Three times in a row, Feng Chongchong was able to accurately find Cong Gang's photo from the pile of black and white photos, and he would shout "Big Chongchong" to the photo over and over again!

Feng Xinglang fell into endless silence:

Logically speaking: the youngest son Feng Chongchong should have never met Cong Gang. But he was able to accurately find Cong Gang's photo from this pile of black and white photos, which could at least prove two points: the younger son knew Cong Gang; and Cong Gang was the person the younger son had been whispering about for several months. Big bug'!

In other words: The big Chongchong in the younger son’s mouth is the secretive Chongchong godfather in his wife’s mouth? !

If Cong Gang is really the godfather of his younger son, then everything will be solved! It's no wonder that his wife would safely leave her youngest son to Cong Gang for one night, but she could sleep peacefully!

But the basis for all this to happen must be based on the resurrection of the dead Cong Gang!

Could it be that... Cong Gang really came back from the dead?

Cong Gang is not dead? Is he alive again? Or was he always alive and not dead at all? !

Feng Xinglang's breathing began to quicken...

Seeing that his biological father had been thinking about something with a tangled expression, the little guy in his arms began to become impatient:

"Big Chongchong...Big Chongchong!"

The little guy grabbed his father's collar with one hand and pointed at the office door; he motioned for his father to take him out to find the big insect.

Suddenly, Feng Xinglang hugged his little son tightly and kissed him several times.

"Chongchong... thank you! Thank you for bringing such an expensive gift to my father!"

The little guy was not very interested in his father's incomprehensible words. The key is that he doesn't quite understand.

The little guy just kept pointing to the office door with his little finger, signaling his father to take him out.

…

Wen Qingqing has never met a 'suitor' like Xing Twelve.

Let’s call him a suitor! It's just that she is so arrogant that she feels like she wants to fall in love with him!

Teacher Wen arrived as promised, and after chatting politely with Lin Xueluo for a while, he went into the study room and started tutoring Feng Linnuo.

Knowing that the little guy is very smart and can easily solve the math problems that he usually teaches, Teacher Wen brought some Mathematical Olympiad problems.

The little guy, who had rarely been exposed to this type of questions, was really stumped, scratching his ears and cheeks.

But Teacher Wen seemed a little absent-minded. From time to time, he turned his head to look at the courtyard outside the window. Because Feng Linnuo's mother said that Xing Twelve would also come today.

"Nono, your twelfth brother... what on earth does he do?"

In addition to curiosity, there is also a little bit of love for the girl Huaichun.

"My adoptive father's bodyguard!"

The child Lin Nuo stared at the question and mumbled in response.

This is an interesting math question about Yang Hui's triangle: the pyramid starts from 1 and goes downwards, and each number is equal to the sum of the two numbers above it; the numbers in each row are symmetrical, starting from 1 and gradually getting larger; the number in the first row has 1 item, The second row of numbers has 2 items, and so on.

Looking at the interesting pyramids stacked with numbers, the child Lin Nuo, who had been thinking hard for a while, seemed to have discovered some pattern...

"Your adoptive father's bodyguard? Then, what does your adoptive father do?" the little teacher asked again.

"My adoptive father... is probably in business!"

Worried that the cute and silly little teacher continued to ask, the little guy added: "I don't know exactly what kind of business he does!"

"Then does your adopted father really have fifteen adopted sons?" Teacher Wen knew that Lin Nuo ranked fifteenth.

"Well! There used to be more! But now there are a lot less, only the fifth...the twelfth...the fourteenth..." The little guy counted on his fingers.

"So, what about the other adopted sons?"

Teacher Wen asked nervously. Some are afraid of hearing some bad results.

The little guy glanced at the nervous and frightened little teacher, grinned lightly and pretended to be relaxed, "It's time to break up! They should have gone to find another job!"

The little guy is still kind at heart. He didn't want the little teacher to hear those bloody things.

"Oh, that's it...it scared me!" The little teacher let out a nervous breath of relief.

Thinking of something, the little teacher who had just calmed down asked curiously: "Nono, your twelfth brother... can he really climb the wall? I mean the very tall one!"

"It's necessary! My twelfth brother is the most powerful among my adoptive father's men!" the little guy said arrogantly.

"Then...the sixteenth floor...can he climb it?"

"Not to mention the sixteenth floor, the World Trade Center in the city center is a piece of cake!"

The little guy was a little over the top. He ignored Teacher Wen's ability to bear it.

"Your twelfth brother...does he often do such risky things?"

Teacher Wen looked worried, "What if... what if I fall?"

"Don't worry, my twelfth brother has been specially trained since he was a child..." The little guy suddenly felt that he had talked too much?

"Ah? Your twelfth brother has been specially trained since he was a child? What is the special training for? Climbing stairs?"

At this moment, Teacher Wen is like a curious baby who can’t finish asking questions.

"Just learn some skills on how to protect my adoptive father!" The little guy said it in a more friendly way.

"Then your twelfth brother must have had a hard time when he was a child, right?" Teacher Wen showed pity in his eyes.

"You will definitely get it after hard work! Fortunately, my adoptive father loves my twelfth brother very much!"

The little guy glanced sideways at the dazed little teacher, "Motherless children are so pitiful! Teacher Wen, after you marry my twelfth brother, you must be good to my twelfth brother! Please!" "

Teacher Wen blushed at the words, "What nonsense are you talking about? Do your homework quickly!"