At that time, Feng Xinglang was listening attentively.
He could even count the rhythm and time of the little fellow's every step.
He had to admit that the item that Xing Shier brought over was quite advanced in technology. He could even hear the little fellow's slight panting.
"Bang bang bang …"
Little Feng Buchong stopped outside a tightly shut door. The door was tightly locked, it did not budge no matter how the little fellow hit it.
Feng Xinglang checked the little fellow's location, it was at the corner of the west of the second floor. In Feng Xinglang's memory, the door had always been tightly locked. But why did the little thing keep banging on the door so persistently?
Could it be that the door had been opened at some point in time?
A series of thoughts came to his mind: For example, the blanket that his son covered, the little burp that his son made, and the big worm that his son kept muttering about … It should be a living thing!
Feng Xinglang's alertness was rather sharp. But at that moment, under his attentive monitoring, his alertness was greatly reduced.
Of course, if he was in front of a Great Wizard, his little alertness could be completely ignored.
A gust of smoke floated over, bringing with it a slight herbal scent.
Feng Xinglang, who was lying on his side, did not notice the changes in the air around him at all, he was still breathing as he usually did.
He didn't even notice the faint sigh in the darkness.
Drowsiness came over him in an instant, Feng Xinglang had only taken a few breaths when he felt that his eyelids were so heavy that he almost could not open them.
Was it so easy to sleep in this broken place with a broken sofa?
Feng Xinglang rubbed his increasingly tired eyes, he wanted to raise his spirits and continue monitoring his son's movements, but he was still captured by the layers of drowsiness, and finally, he fell into a deep sleep.
A slightly coarse hand with distinct joints slowly reached over and deftly removed the invisible earplug from Feng Xinglang's ear. After putting it to his own ear and listening for two to three seconds, he returned it to Feng Xinglang.
Originally, he wanted to stuff it back into Feng Xinglang's ear, but after a slight pause, the hand that reached over finally placed it beside his ear.
His face was still as handsome as ever, with sharp edges and corners, adding a touch of devilishness to his handsomeness.
Feng Xinglang, who was in deep sleep, had lost his usual ruthlessness and craftiness. Instead, he had gained a gentleness and beauty. His thick, sword-like eyebrows, tall nose bridge, and lips that were as pale as water …
As expected, even if he died, he wouldn't be able to rest in peace! Even if they descended to the eighteenth level of hell, they would still be cursed by him to the point of jumping up and down!
Ninety-nine times, could it be extended to: his need for him? Or was it because he missed him?
But at the last step of dignity … he still couldn't protect it!
Eighty-six times was still a long way from the final ninety-nine times!
Was this a classic example of sincerity being able to move metal and stone? He felt that his behavior was still a little childish!
Was it a sacrifice? Was he trying to curry favor? Or was it flattery? Or was it another way of licking his face?
This kind of self-questioning had risen to the height of 'what is the value of a person's life'!
There were some things that he couldn't figure out even after spending more than two years … so what was the point of thinking about it!
Let's just treat it as a kind of ecological balance!
Wasn't there a saying that goes: Everything has its vanquisher? Perhaps it could be applied to him as well!
A finger with distinct joints stretched out and stopped two centimeters away from Feng Xinglang's tall nose bridge … The finger that had curled up mysteriously fell down and scraped across the bridge of Feng Xinglang's nose bridge!
Was this revenge?!
Or was it a greeting gift?
A knocking sound came from the second floor and broke the silence. The sweater immediately flew up and floated up.
"Big … Big … Big Buggy."
The little fellow ran over happily when he caught sight of the shadow. He kept muttering to himself.
A few days ago.
A novel look up to him.
A condescending look.
The little fellow's eyes were filled with surprise. His expression, his appearance, and his curiosity towards his prey were very similar to Feng Xinglang's.
"Hey, you're called Buggy?" he asked.
The little fellow smacked his lips as a response to his question. Then, he walked over slowly and patted him lightly with his little hand. He was probably trying to determine whether this shadow was real or not.
He leaned over and stared at the little fellow who was extremely curious about him with his gentle eyes.
"We're really fated to meet! You're called Little Buggy … I'm Big Buggy! "
He stretched out his big palm and showed a friendly handshake. "I'm very happy to meet you!"
The little fellow raised his little hand and placed it carefully in his big hand. Then, he hummed excitedly.
"Remember, I'm Big Buggy."
Two minutes later, a patient and meticulous voice of guidance came from the room that had been locked all this time.
"Lin Xueluo … mama …"
"Big … Big … Big Buggy."
"Mama … Lin Xueluo … it's your mama … mama …"
"Big … Big … Buggy …"
"Mama … Little Buggy's mama … Lin Xueluo! It's the woman who gave birth to you … mama! "
"Buggy … Big … Big Buggy."
"…"
When Feng Xinglang woke up, it was already more than two hours later.
The moment he opened his eyelids, he was instantly shocked. He wanted to quickly jump up from the sofa, but he was extremely tired and sleepy.
He actually accidentally fell asleep?
Oh my god, he was really a fool!
He touched his ears out of reflex, only to realize that the invisible earplugs had fallen on the sofa, so he immediately picked them up and stuffed them back into his ears.
The monitoring voice that came from the invisible earplugs made Feng Xinglang extremely excited.
"Mama … mama … mama … mama …"
That was his little son's childish voice, and he kept repeating it.
"Buggy … Buggy, you know how to call mama now? My Buggy knows how to call mama now! Buggy, where are you? "
The overly excited Feng Xinglang instinctively rushed upstairs to find his little son's whereabouts.
"Buggy … Buggy … Hurry up and call daddy!"
Once he heard his father's shouts, the little fellow ran away.
Big Buggy disappeared ten minutes ago. The little fellow had been searching. But before he could find Big Buggy again, he was about to be caught by his own father first.
Under the situation where there was a location, the little short-legged Feng Buggy would definitely not be able to outrun his long-legged biological father, Feng Xinglang.
At the corner of the third floor, the little fellow, who did not manage to turn in time and almost knocked into the wall, was instantly lifted off the ground by his biological father, Feng Xinglang.
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