Chapter 1855 Youthful Love Letter 60

That shadow finally and resolutely disappeared from the study room on the third floor of the Feng family.

Even the dim light in the study was taken away by him. All that is left is the silence of the dark night and a sleeping person!

Shadow blended himself into the darkness, and the photo between his fingers was clenched even more tightly.

I should have analyzed the origin of this photo, but at this moment I lost that state of mind! Just standing silently, as silent as the flowers and trees in the dark night.

The cold night seems to want to rob the warmth of all things in the world, shrouding them in the cold air, rubbing them and destroying them.

After a long time, the man in the hoodie in the darkness seemed to move: he slowly raised the photo in his hand to his eyes, and then slowly turned it over...

Vaguely, what the man in hoodie saw in the photo was a line of words: Domineering font!

It's hard to see clearly what's written, but the crazy fonts clearly indicate whose hand they are!

With the light of the miniature flashlight, the man in the sweatshirt could clearly see the words on the back of the photo: [Bitch, don't let me catch you! 】

How much resentment is there?

The deceitful thing... could actually guess that he would come to get this photo?

The light smile slowly spread on the sweater's cheeks, spreading over his entire face bit by bit!

Want to catch him? Is it that easy? Just you, Feng Xinglang?

Instinctively, the man in the hoodie turned around and looked sideways at the study room on the third floor of the Feng family villa bathed in the dark night: Should he go upstairs and write three big words on someone's face: 'Just by virtue of that. you'?

If you really write it, then someone will be fooled! Maybe he was waiting for him to be exposed!

The game has just begun, and he has plenty of time and patience.

Even a lifetime!

After quietly staring in the direction of the study on the third floor for a long time in the darkness, the man in the sweatshirt disappeared again.

…

The little one, Feng Chongchong, woke up first without crying or fussing. He sat up and rubbed his sleepy eyes. When he thought of something, he immediately lowered his head to check the palm of his hand and found that the photo of Chongchong was missing.

"Big Chongchong...Big Chongchong!"

The little guy murmured anxiously, then immediately opened the quilt and started searching.

But after searching all over his crib, he couldn't find the photo of Big Chongchong. The little guy immediately climbed over the guardrail and climbed out of the crib with ease.

Mommy was sleeping on the big bed. The little guy yelled twice first, but when he failed to wake up the sleeping mommy, he started looking for her.

He opened what was supposed to be opened, and what was supposed to be thrown off the bed was thrown off the bed. Even Mommy, who was lying on her back, was half-tickled and half-pushed to her side, but there was still no photo of Big Chongchong.

Where did the photos of Da Chong Chong go? I remember last night I kept holding it tightly in my hand while sleeping...

The little guy thought of his bastard biological father: he must have been taken away by his bastard biological father!

But your bastard biological father didn’t sleep on the bed either? Did he go to that place again where there were many beautiful sisters who loved and kissed him?

The little guy climbed out of bed and ran towards the door of the master bedroom with his bare feet. When passing by the study, he found that the door was ajar, so he pushed it open and walked in to take a look: he found him sleeping on the sofa. His biological father, Feng Xinglang, was snoring heavily.

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

The little guy immediately ran over, pulled off the blanket covering his father, took out his hands and looked at them one by one: there were no photos of Big Chongchong!

Although the bastard biological father doesn't have it, that doesn't mean it doesn't exist elsewhere. So, the little guy began to search all over his father's body, even his tight mouth.

Then the top, and then...it wasn't until a part of Min Jue was pulled away by the little guy that Feng Xinglang woke up from his dream.

He thought it was another peach blossom dream, but he didn't expect that the guy who was doing evil things to him turned out to be his youngest son!

"Chongchong? What are you doing? Why are you pulling daddy's pants?"

Feng Xinglang stroked his son's little head sleepily, and kissed the little guy's face tenderly.

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

There is ambiguity. Fortunately, the little guy is only two years old, so it should just be a simple title.

Thinking of something, Feng Xinglang quickly sat up from the sofa: He was sitting at the desk last night, why was he lying on the sofa now?

That photo! !

Feng Xinglang picked up his youngest son and ran quickly to the desk, only to find that the photo was no longer on the desk, under the desk, or around the desk.

Did that bitch really come?

monitor!

Feng Xinglang picked up his youngest son who was yelling at Big Chongchong and walked quickly towards the computer room.

The result made Feng Xinglang both excited and disappointed.

Disappointing: the surveillance was fixed at around 11:30 last night; exciting: who would have thought so carefully?

I searched the whole study but couldn't find the black and white photo. But Feng Xinglang can be sure and certain: he snatched the photo from his sleeping son and then brought it into the study!

I went downstairs and asked Butler Mo and Aunt An again. Neither of them had entered the study on the third floor last night. Moreover, Feng Xinglang also told them: There is no need to come upstairs last night! As for the disappeared photo, it probably had nothing to do with them!

His wife, Lin Xueluo, was the first to be excluded by Feng Xinglang. Because the wife put her young son to sleep last night, she had too many opportunities to take or put away the photo. When Feng Xinglang entered the master bedroom, his wife and youngest son were asleep. Moreover, the younger son still held the crumpled photo in his hand and refused to let go.

It seems obvious where the photo went.

The cat-and-mouse game with someone has never let Feng Xinglang down!

"Big Chongchong...Big Chongchong...Wow..."

Seeing that he couldn't find the photo of Big Chongchong no matter how hard he searched, and his biological father still looked like he was distracted and thinking about something, the little guy burst into tears.

Xueluo, who was tired and sleepy, was finally woken up by her youngest son's cry.

"Chongchong, why are you crying?"

"Mama...Big Chongchong!"

The little guy spread out his little hands and signaled to his mother that the photo of Chongchong was no longer there.

"Does Chongchong miss Chongchong..."

Xueluo saw her husband squinting at their mother and son, and instantly became angry: "Feng Xinglang, where is the photo in Chongchong's hand? Did you take it away? You made me cry when you got up early in the morning. Does your own child look like a father?"

"I want to ask you another question! Why did the photo of Chongchong sleeping with Chongchong in his hand disappear just like he said it was gone?"

Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes slightly and carefully captured the subtle changes in his wife's face.

"You think...could it be that Cong Gang suddenly faked his body last night and then took his own photo?"