Chapter 1855: Love Letter 60 (1/2)

The shadow finally disappeared resolutely from the study on the third floor of Fengjia.

Even the dim light in the study was taken away by him. What remains is the quietness in the dark night and a dormant person!

The shadow fuses itself into the darkness, and the photos between fingers are gripped more crumpled.

It was supposed to analyze the origin of this photo, but at this moment it was gone! Just standing silently, as silent as the flowers and trees in the dark night.

The cold night seems to want to take away the warmth of all things in the world and shroud them under the cold.

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

Vaguely, the sweater man saw a line of text instead of a domineering font!

I can't see what's written, but that crazy font already shows who they are from!

With the light of the miniature flashlight, the sweater person saw the line on the opposite side of the photo: ”Dog, don't let Lao Tzu catch you!” ]

How much resentment is this?

Strange thing ... can you guess that he will come to take this picture?

The light smile spread slowly on the sweater man's cheeks, little by little smudged on his entire face!

Want to catch him? Is it so easy? Is it because of you?

Instinctively, the man in the sweater turned around and looked sideways at the study on the third floor of the Fengjia Villa bathed in the dark: should he go upstairs and write three big words on someone's face: 'Just you'?

If it is true, it is someone's word! Maybe he was waiting for him to be exposed!

The game has just begun and he has time and patience.

A lifetime!

Quietly watching the direction of the study on the third floor for a long time in the dark, the sweater man disappeared again.

...

The wormworm child who woke up first didn't cry and didn't make trouble, and sat up and rubbed his sleepy eyes; when he thought of something, he immediately looked down and looked at his palm, and found that the worm's photo was gone.

”Big Bug ... Big Bug!”

The little man muttered in a hurry, and immediately opened the quilt and began to search.

But after searching all over his crib and no picture of the big bug, the little guy turned over the guardrail and climbed down from the crib.

There was a sleeping mummy on the big bed. The little guy first shouted twice, and when he couldn't wake up the sleeping mummy, he started to look for himself.

It was time to open it, it was time to drop the bed, and even the lying mummy was pushed halfway by him, but no picture of the big bug was found.

Where did the big bug pictures go? I remember sleeping tightly in my hand last night ...

The little guy thought of his own **** dad: it must have been taken by the **** dad!

But the **** dad didn't sleep on the bed? Did he go to a place where many beautiful sisters love him?

The little boy climbed off the bed and ran towards the door of the master bedroom barefoot. When he passed the study, he found that the door was hidden, so he pushed open and walked in and glanced: found that he was sleeping on the sofa Feng Xinglang, who was so loud that he was talking loudly.

”Big Bug ... Big Bug ...”

The little boy immediately rushed over, tore off the blanket covering his dad, and scooped out his hands one by one to check: there are no pictures of big bugs!