What answered Feng Xinglang's anger was an empty echo, followed by a soundless silence.
Feng Xinglang did not like this kind of quietness, he hated this kind of silence even more. In this cold night where it was already dawn, it was even more desolate and silent. Regardless of the environment or the deepest part of his heart.
With a loud crash, the furious Feng Xinglang kicked down a chair in the living room, his anger was about to burst out.
"Cong Gang, are you f * cking coming back to life again? Come out if you have the guts! I'll beat you to death, you dog! "
Actually, whether Cong Gang came back to life or not, Feng Xinglang was probably just a beautiful wish in his heart.
In short, Feng Xinglang's usual style was to vent his anger or take it out on Cong Gang for anything that did not go his way.
The anger and mania that had nowhere to vent were playing out in the empty living room.
After smashing and kicking in the living room downstairs for a while, Feng Xinglang who was silent for more than ten seconds walked up the stairs.
"Cong Gang … Cong Gang … You dog, where did you hide my son?"
"…" Did he find out by himself? Or did that woman, Lin Xueluo, tell him?
"Dog, if you want to die, die further away, die more thoroughly! Don't f * cking come back to life every other day to play tricks on me and trick my son again! "
"…" It seemed like it was just his own wishful thinking. As well as taking it out on him.
"Clang …" With a loud crash, Feng Xinglang kicked a potted plant that was placed at the corner of the staircase down the stairs.
"Big bug …"
In the dark room, Feng Buchong's soft murmur could be heard; he must have been woken up by his bastard of a father's random kicks.
"Shh."
Cong Gang made a shushing gesture to the little fellow in his arms. The little fellow snuggled in Cong Gang's arms obediently and kept quiet.
What a complete trick to his father! No matter how his father Feng Xinglang called him, the little fellow did not make a sound.
After Feng Xinglang kicked open the master bedroom door, the ash-gray bed was already empty. Even the quilt had been taken away.
If Feng Xinglang had been calm and sharp enough, he would have been able to sense the high temperature in the room.
Or, if he could observe the smallest things, such as the quilt that had been swept away from the bed, or the child's shoes that had been deliberately or unintentionally left under the bed, he would find what he wanted.
Unfortunately, at that time, Feng Xinglang was only venting his irrepressible irascibility. Wherever he went, he would either smash or kick. His entire person was wrapped in a vicious aura.
In the storage room close by, a certain someone wrapped the little guy in her arms with a blanket and watched Feng Xinglang, who was ravaging the innocent furniture and decorations through the gap.
The little fellow in his arms seemed to have been completely awakened by the sound of his bastard father's beating. He was even more cooperative with a certain someone's command and continued to remain silent without making a sound.
What a scammy little thing!
Through the narrow gap, Feng Xinglang's appearance could not be seen clearly. But he could feel his anger and ruthlessness.
He was already the father of two children, so why was he still so manic?!
Was it forced out by someone?
Or was it spoiled by someone?
After venting his inexplicable anger in the master bedroom, he hurriedly went to the greenhouse on the third floor to search for his father.
"Do you want to go back with your biological father?" Cong Gang asked the little fellow in his arms in a low voice.
"Big worm …"
The little fellow snuggled into Cong Gang's arms and wrapped his little arms around Cong Gang's neck.
Obviously, the little fellow did not want to go back with his bastard father. He liked staying with Cong Gang, and he liked Cong Gang the big worm even more.
He did not know where the fate started, but the fate deepened!
Cong Gang's lips curled into a gratified smile, and he moved his cheek closer to the little fellow.
"Well, let's continue playing hide-and-seek with your manic father!"
If this was heard by someone, he would probably be torn to pieces. Unfortunately, the trap that Cong Gang had set was not something that Feng Xinglang could solve.
Unless, it was his subjective consciousness that wanted him to untie it!
But now, it was obviously not the right time!
"Cong Gang, if you don't f * cking come out, I'll burn down your tomb!"
This trick again! Every time he could not vent his anger, Feng Xinglang would use this sentence to threaten him. But he did not know whether he was threatening the dead Cong Gang or forcing himself! And this sentence had almost become Feng Xinglang's catchphrase!
The soundless silence made Feng Xinglang's roar of anger wilt as if it had met with a thousand-year ice!
Like a collapsing mountain, Feng Xinglang fell onto the sofa behind him. The impact was a little painful, but it eased the manic emotions in his heart.
Thinking of something, Feng Xinglang called his wife's phone. He knew that his eldest son should be in the master bedroom.
"Biological father, have you found little brother Buggy?"
The person who picked up the phone was indeed Feng Linnuo.
"Not yet! Your mommy wouldn't be so stupid as to leave her biological son here alone! "
She said … as if he, Feng Xinglang, had never left him. Until now, his wife had even lost her temper with him.
"That's right, smart son. Did you manage to get anything out of your mommy?" Feng Xinglang quickly asked.
"Just now, biological son, I woke mommy up … but mommy only said: Trust her! She also said that little brother Buggy would be sent back tomorrow morning! "
The little fellow pouted. "From mommy's sleeping so soundly and peacefully, I think mommy's words can still be trusted! How about you come back first, biological father, we can wait until tomorrow morning together! Anyway, there are still a few hours before tomorrow morning! "
Under his eldest son's persuasion, Feng Xinglang got up, subconsciously turned back to look at the direction of the stairs, and then walked out quickly.
…
He could only wait, which seemed to make Feng Xinglang more and more anxious.
But he really did not want to wake his wife who was sleeping soundly again and ask her questions that would make her angrier.
Perhaps he should choose to believe his wife … but it was really not advisable for his wife to use their child as a bargaining chip in a fit of anger!
But it seemed that he could only let go of the woman who was sleeping soundly tonight, and wait for his youngest son to come home tomorrow to 'teach' her a lesson?
"Biological father, why aren't you sleeping yet?"
Little Lin Nuo moved a little closer to his mommy, giving his daddy a lot of space, "Daddy, you should sleep for a while. Maybe when you wake up, little brother Buggy will be back! "
The little fellow had not enjoyed being so close to his biological father and mommy for a long time!
"Biological father is not sleepy! Biological son, quickly sleep with mommy. Biological father is here to watch over you! "
It was not that Feng Xinglang was not sleepy, but he could not let himself fall asleep peacefully.
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
