Chapter 1899: Love Letter 104

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The little boy immediately locked the door, then rushed over, rushed into Cong Gang's arms, hugged his waist tightly, and sobbed softly.
"Big caterpillar ... is it really you? I miss you so much!"
Cong Gang didn't answer. He just touched the little guy's head lightly. It took a long time to faint, "Some things, some people, it's not that you think about it ... it can become reality, or it can become your!"
The little guy didn't understand Cong Gang's profound words, he just wrapped his arms around his waist tightly, and put his head on him.
"Big caterpillar, why have you come to see me for so long? Have you forgotten me?"
"I wanted to forget ..."
Cong Gang lowered his head and stared at the little fellow's handsome little face exactly like Feng Xinglang, sighing like a sigh: "But he failed!"
"Failure is great!"
The little boy rejoiced, "Big caterpillar, you must not forget me! No!"
When the little guy looked up and looked at Cong Gang seriously, he found the scar on Cong Gang's face: there was a very obvious burn scar that extended from the corner of the mouth to the earlobe; the tender flesh was slightly restored and should still be recovering Stage.
"Big caterpillar, has your face ... have been hurt?" The little man raised his small hand and wanted to touch it.
When Lin Nuo's little finger touched the scar on the cheek, Cong just stiffened slightly; but he still allowed the small thing to touch on his cheek.
"Um ... scared you?" Cong Gang asked softly.
The little one shook his head, and flattened his mouth with some distress. "Big caterpillar, must you hurt? Is it because of the injury that saved my dear?"
"No!" Cong Congo replied.
The little guy didn't refute anything, but he was sure: the big caterpillar must have been injured when he rescued his dad!
"It's ugly?"
Cong Gang asked a bit abruptly.
Maybe to outsiders: Cong Gang, who lives on bloodthirsty, should not care about his appearance. Or, scars make him more deterrent.
"Not ugly! It's not ugly at all! The big caterpillar is always the most handsome in my heart!" Said the little guy.
Cong Gangdan tickled the corners of his lips and asked with a smile: "What about your dear?"
"My dad is just handsome!" The little man murmured in disapproval.
Speaking of dad, dad arrives; it seems that there is still a need to be vigilant when talking about your own dad behind this.
Here, the children of Lin Nuo had just been gentle with the big caterpillar, and there was a knocking noise from the door of her father Feng Xinglang.
"Nuo Nuo, my dad's eldest son ... Grandma Ann just made you a mango pancake, don't you want to try it?"
Feng Xinglang's warm and loving voice came, filled with father's love.
The people in the room were silent for a moment. Immediately, Cong just made a gesture to leave.
"No! Don't leave the big caterpillar!" The little guy hugged Cong Gang's waist tightly.
"I don't want your dad to see it!" Cong Gang deservedly.
"Then I'll get my dad away!"
The little boy pointed to the bathroom, and signaled that Cong Gang had temporarily wronged and hid in it.
Feng Xinglang was about to continue knocking, and the door opened from the inside.
"Thank dear!"
The little one took the plate of mango pancakes from his father, "My son is going to sleep, good night!"
"Do you sleep so early?"
Feng Xinglang raised his eyebrows lightly, "Tonight, your dear mommy is very generous and will give your dad a good night's sleep! What a chance, my grandpas don't play Kill online?"
"My son doesn't want to play! Daddy, you should go with Mommy! Mommy still has your little lover in her belly!"
The little guy had the obvious intention to urge his dad to leave.
Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes, "Why is it so exclusive to my dad ... Wouldn't the eldest son still be sad for the big caterpillar?"
"Not sad! My son is not sad at all!"
In order to show that he is not sad, the little guy grinned and laughed, "Dear father, look at my son, it is not sad at all! My son can still laugh, and he laughs very happy!"
Too late is what the children of Lin Nuo showed at this moment.
From sorrowful sadness, to a very happy smile now ... Is the transition so small in such a short time?
"That's great! Anything happy, share it with your dad!"
Feng Xinglang pierced his leg into the door, trying to squeeze in and take a look; but the child Linuo immediately made a fierce resistance.
He leaned tightly against the door panel with his small shoulders, but refused to let his dad enter the room.
"Daddy, there's nothing to be happy about! My son is tired and is going to sleep! Go to see Mummy and accompany your baby girl!"
The little guy's resistance is not resistance in sorrow, but eager rejection. Can't wait to urge his dear to leave.
Feng Xinglang looked around his son's room subconsciously, trying to catch some clues;
But the little guy's shoulders increased in strength. "Daddy, my son is really going to sleep! Go back to your own room!"
Don't let his dad enter the room?
And the little thing doesn't show any sadness?
Still rushing him out?
Isn't there something in the room that makes him happy? !!
What could it be?
"That eldest son went to bed earlier, and my father went to the office to study!"
Feng Xinglang did not embarrass his son who did not want him to enter the room, and just like the little guy, he actively took his half body out of the room.
In fact, if Feng Xinglang really wants to storm, the little guy can't stop it.
"Good night, dear! What ?!"
With a loud bang, Feng Xinglang had just left the room, and the little man closed the door of the room heavily. And it was locked.
So anxious? And so mysterious?
Feng Xinglang turned quietly and left, deliberately stepping on foot, enough for his son with his ear pressed against the door panel to hear.
After listening for a while, after confirming that my dad was away, the little guy lowered his voice and walked towards the bathroom:
"Big caterpillar, you can come out ... my dad has been taken away by me!"
Cong Gang didn't really leave. Although he knew that Feng Xinglang had doubts.
...
The leaving Feng Xinglang did not go to the study, but went straight downstairs.
"Lao Mo, what about the narcotic gun? Go get it and use it!"
In fact, the study has a pistol. However, in order not to quarrel with his wife and children, and to be more harmonious, Feng Xinglang chose a milder anesthetic gun.
"Master Two, what do you want the anesthetic gun to do?"
Mo steward looked around alertly, "Should it be that something was dirty in the house? I'll call Xing Shishi!"
"No! That thing is a paper tiger, I'll do it alone!"