Chapter 1842: Love Letter 47 (1/2)
It was the empty echo that answered Xinglang's wrath; then there was silent silence.
Feng Xinglang didn't like this kind of tranquility, and even hated it. In this cold early night, it was even more depressed. Whether it's environmental or deep inside.
With a loud noise, the angry Feng Xinglang fell down a chair in the living room, and the anger filled with anger.
”Cong Gang, what a **** corpse do you have? Some kind of you come out! I can't kill your dog thing!”
In fact, whether Cong Gang had any corpses, Feng Xinglang was probably just a beautiful wish.
In short, it is Feng Xinglang's usual style to treat bad things, or events that do not obey him, or vent or anger him on Cong Gang.
The anger and mania that had nowhere to vent were staged in the empty villa hall.
After messing around for a while in the downstairs living room, Feng Xinglang, who had been silent for ten seconds, walked upstairs again.
”Cong Gang ... Cong Gang ... Where did your dog hide my son?”
”...” Did he find this himself? Or did Lin Xueluo tell the woman?
”Dog, if you die, die a little bit farther, die a little bit! Don't **** it with three days and two scammers playing Lao Tzu and pit my son!”
”...” It seemed only his wishful thinking. And anger.
”Hmm ...” With a loud noise, Feng Xinglang kicked a potted plant placed at the corner of the stairs and kicked him downstairs.
”Big bug ...”
In the dark room, there was a whisper-like whisper from the wormworm kid; it should have been awakened by his own bastard's daddy.
”Shh.”
Cong Gang made a silent gesture to the little guy in his arms. The little one snuggled up silently in Cong Gang's arms.
Downright Daddy! No matter how the relatives called Xinglang called, the little guy didn't say a word.
When Feng Xinglang opened the door of the master bedroom, the smoky bed was already empty. Even the quilt was wrapped away.
If Feng Xinglang was calm enough and keen enough at that time, he would definitely be able to feel the high temperature in the room.
Or he can observe the details, such as the quilt being rolled up on the bed, or the children's shoes intentionally or intentionally left under the bed, and he can find what he wants to find.
Unfortunately, Feng Xinglang at that time was more just venting his irritability. Everywhere I went, I was either smashed or stunned, and the whole person was wrapped in suffocation.
In the storage room close by, someone wrapped the little guy in his arms with a quilt and watched from the gap Feng Xinglang who was violent to the innocent furniture and furnishings.
The little guy in his arms seemed to be completely awakened by the beating of the bastard's dad, and more and more he cooperated with someone's instructions, and remained silent without a word.
This little thing of strength!
The narrow gap can not see the whole picture of Feng Xinglang. But he could feel his angry and violent anger.
It's the father of two children, why is it so manic? !!
Was it forced by someone?
Still being used to it?
After an inexplicable anger came out of the master bedroom, people hurriedly looked for the flower room on the third floor.
”Want to go back with your dear?” Cong Gang asked the little thing in his arms low.
”Big bug ...”