Chapter 1841: Love Letter 46 (2/2)

”Good boy, you are so whimsical!”

Feng Xinglang caressed his son's little head, and then stood up, ”Daddy goes out. You can go to the mummy's room to sleep. It can help my father to ask you where the bug brother is. Your mummy really refuses to say, don't embarrass her too much! ”

”Dad, are you going to the big caterpillar? My son is going too!”

The little boy jumped up from the bed and hung his father's arm.

”Sure not! My dad is going to find Brother Bugs, you have to take care of Mommy! Don't find Brother Bugs, and Mommy will be lost, then our father and son are busy again!”

Not only busy, but also quite disturbing. The pride and pride of women seem to have risen to another new height.

Although the little guy was unhappy, he stayed at home obediently. After his dad came downstairs, he rushed towards Mummy's room.

But she saw her mum who had lost her younger brother Bugs, and was waking to sleep. No worries at all.

Seeing that Master Er worked for a day, at this moment in the early morning, he still had to go out to find the second son of Fengjia who was hidden by his wife's anger, but the housekeeper Mo was distressed and angry.

The distressed man is of course the second master Feng Xinglang, and the object of anger is the second wife Lin Xueluo.

He went to the Xia family to pick up his second wife. At that time, the second wife was gentle and kind, and she was kind and loving. Everything was the most important thing. Even if she was wronged, she would only accept it. But what about the second wife now? Wayward is almost no shadow of virtuousness and virtue.

But the second master also loved her more and more, used to her!

I really don't understand the feelings between these young people!

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Qibei Mountain City in the early morning and winter is not only weird, it also has a bit of coldness penetrating into the bones.

Feng Xinglang opened Xing Shishi, who was outside Feng's door, and drove alone.

He knew that even Cong Gang, who had lied to the corpse, would not like outsiders to step into his territory.

A beam of light similar to a searchlight flashed by chance in the mountain forest, making the cold night even more gloomy and weird.

Feng Xinglang did not believe in ghosts and gods, but at this moment driving alone in this uninhabited ghost place was really panic.

As soon as he thought of being so capricious and unwilling to speak about his younger son's whereabouts, Feng Xinglang had various brainaches.

He also believed that his wife would not put his young son in danger, but as a dad, he really couldn't sleep peacefully.

The drowsiness of the biological clock struck, Feng Xinglang opened the window and let the icy cold wind blow in, stabbing his cheek like a knife, which made him awake a lot.

”Cong Gang, if you **** can really be a corpse, show up and help Lao Tzu get his son back!”

Feng Xing growled loudly toward the dark forest and cemetery.

The cold wind froze his words and beat them apart, with a hoarse howling wind.

A violent irritating cough made Feng Xinglang's steering wheel almost impossible to hold firmly; fortunately, the brakes were pressed at his feet, which slowed down the car a lot. Almost rushed down the hillside and killed a car.

Feng Xinglang, who opened the **** smart door, was clearly angry.

Even though Cong Gang had been dead for two years, Feng Xinglang was accustomed to be angry with him.

But this time is not angry for no reason, we have to say something else!

”Cong Gang! Is your mother hiding my son again?”