Chapter 1854 Youthful Love Letter 59

"Hey, my Chongchong is back? Let Mommy kiss you!"

Ben was lying lazily on the sofa, eating snacks and Xueluo, and got up a little tiredly to greet her little son who was running towards her.

"Mama, Big Chongchong!" The little guy shook the photo in his hand.

"What is this? Whose picture is it?"

Xueluo wanted to take the photo from her youngest son's hand, but the little guy held it tightly, so Xueluo could only get closer and look at it.

A black and white photo... turned out to be... of Cong Gang? !

"Mama, big bug... big bug!"

The little guy held up the photo in one hand and dragged his mother, who was lazily sitting on the sofa, with the other hand. He probably wanted Mommy to take him out to find the big insect.

Why does this little thing have a photo of Cong Gang?

Xueluo was really surprised: Has her husband Feng Xinglang discovered something? Did he know that Cong Gang was still alive?

At this moment, Xueluo felt so melancholy that some of her secrets were about to be revealed! I can’t even keep such a little secret!

When she raised her head, Xueluo suddenly felt the man's sharp eyes staring at her, with a sense of scrutiny.

"Okay... Xinglang, you, are you back?"

This is a bit empty!

If there were no hidden secrets in his heart, it wouldn't be like this.

In other words: If Lin Xueluo was normal, she would hold Cong Gang's photo and express a few sad sighs, which is in line with her kind heart!

His wife's reaction made Feng Xinglang quite satisfied. It seems to be a little closer to the extravagant hope in his heart!

"Yes. I'm back."

Feng Xinglang did not expose his wife or cross-examine her, and acted quite calmly. It was as if nothing had happened.

"Where is my eldest son?"

Feng Xinglang looked quite relaxed, "By the way, how was your role as matchmaker today?"

"Alas," Xueluo sighed, "Don't mention it! That arrogant guy with negative emotional intelligence from Xing Twelve made the little teacher angry again! Fortunately, I turned the tide and forced him to go with Nuonuo to send him off. Teacher Wen went home... When he called in the afternoon, he said that the three of them were playing in the playground! It must be considered a complete achievement!"

"Well, Miss Lin did a good job! It deserves praise!"

It seemed that the couple deliberately turned a blind eye to the unexpected photo of Cong Gang. It seems that some kind of consensus has been reached that avoids talking about it.

"By the way, Nono is about to take the final exam. I have to ask him to come back early."

Xueluo quickly picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table and ran towards the bathroom quickly.

I just made a phone call to urge my playing son to go home. Is it necessary to avoid his biological father and go to the bathroom?

You can use your toes to figure out who the woman is going to call to tip off the news.

Feng Xinglang's guess was correct: Xueluo did call Cong Gang.

"Hey, hey, Brother Cong, it's not good..."

After three seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, a voice answered: "What happened?" It was Cong Gang's voice.

"Brother Cong is not good... Feng Xinglang didn't know where he got your photo. Chong Chong kept calling Chong Chong while holding it in his hand! Has he discovered something?" Tell the news.

"My Photo?"

Cong Gang on the other end of the phone was also startled and murmured: "Why does he have my photo?"

"I don't know! It's a black and white photo. You look quite young in it..."

After a few seconds of silence, Cong Gang said quietly: "As long as you don't admit it, Feng Xinglang will only be suspicious at best!"

"Oh, oh, yes, yes! As long as you don't appear in front of him, he can only suspect it, but he can't prove it!"

Three minutes later, Xueluo pretended to be calm and walked out of the bathroom. He looked confident that I would not tell you anything you asked.

Feng Xinglang, who was half lying on the sofa, narrowed his eyes and looked at the woman who was pretending to be calm; perhaps the calmer the woman appeared, the more excited he became.

"Honey, when will my eldest son come back?" Feng Xinglang asked in a leisurely voice.

ah? Oh my god, I actually forgot about this!

"Uh... well, Nuonuo said he would be back soon!" Xueluo had no choice but to lie.

Not wanting to embarrass his wife any more, Feng Xinglang raised his eyebrows and didn't ask any further questions.

Seeing that her husband was not suspicious, Xueluo came closer and picked up her youngest son, who had been wanting to go out. "Xinglang, this seems to be a photo of Cong Gang? Where did you get it?"

I remember that when I was talking to Cong Gang in the bathroom just now, he also asked where the photos came from.

"Who knows..." Feng Xinglang said in a long voice, "I guess the insect was pulled out of some corner!"

…

Night, deep cold.

It wasn't until his youngest son fell asleep that Feng Xinglang was able to take the black-and-white photo of Cong Gang from his hand.

The study room on the third floor was still lit. Like a beacon in this cold night.

The photo was already wrinkled after being held by the children for a long time. Feng Xinglang quietly stared at Cong Gang in the photo, with a sly smile on his lips.

A strong wave of sleepiness came over him, and although Feng Xinglang was struggling to keep his eyes open, he still couldn't resist the layers of sleepiness. It feels like the eyelids weigh a thousand pounds.

Another ten minutes passed, until light snoring came from the study, and then a shadow appeared behind Feng Xinglang.

At this moment, time seemed to be frozen.

When Feng Xinglang is awake, he has a habit of acting like an arrogant old man;

But Feng Xinglang, who was sleeping soundly, had a touch of warmth.

A trace of warmth brushed across his chiseled handsome face; without stopping, he took the slightly wrinkled photo from his fingers.

Is it actually this photo?

how come?

Because this photo will appear before he gets acquainted with him!

It seems that he really worked hard to find this photo!

What's the purpose? Just to prove: the ‘Big Chongchong’ his youngest son calls is the person in this photo?

When do you become stupid enough to use this most vulgar method?

How childish!

It's boring, isn't it? !

When he was putting the photos away and about to leave, an arm suddenly swung over and clasped his wrist tightly.

"Cong Gang...don't die...don't die!"

Rationally, Cong Gang knew clearly that Feng Xinglang was just talking in a dream.

A normal person cannot resist the effects of chemical drugs.

But Cong Gang still tensed up the cells in his body a little; he swallowed hard, and after a while of suffocation, his breath became slightly short.

Don't die? When have you ever lived?

The memories of the past have become clear and shallow, like floating clouds that can be blown away by the wind.

That face is the only thing that is clear!

Slowly, he pulled off Feng Xinglang's hand that was holding his wrist, and murmured in a low voice: "If I don't die... you will regret it!"