Feng Xinglang wasn't sure if all of this was just his imagination, so he gave Xing Shier a few excuses.
"A few days ago, Nuo Nuo said that he missed Cong Gang … I was wondering if I could get Cong Gang's photo as a funeral portrait so that it would be convenient for Nuo Nuo to pay his respects to him!"
He was hiding his true intentions because he didn't want all of this to come to nothing.
"Shier is really filial …" Xing Shier sighed. "If only he would miss me even after I die!"
"If you really want my Nuo Nuo to be filial to you, then all the more you should live well. Let him visit you from time to time, rub your shoulders, massage your legs, or something. "
Given Feng Xinglang's selfishness, he couldn't bear to let his son be "filial" to others. But Xing Shier could bear it.
"Feng Xinglang, I like what you said! En, then I have to live long and let Shier be filial to me! "
Xing Shier was quite easy to coax. Feng Xinglang could make him happy with a few words.
"By the way, who did you say has Cong Gang's photo?" Feng Xinglang returned to the topic at the right time.
"Oh, it's my second brother! When I was sorting out my second brother's belongings, I saw a photo of him with Cong Gang, Song Tai! "
Xing Shier said excitedly, then let out a long sigh. "But I buried it in my second brother's grave! If you really want it, then I have to get someone to open my second brother's coffin and get it! "
"Then … there's no need! Let your second brother rest in peace! There's no need to disturb him! "
To get Cong Gang's photo, they had to go through the trouble of opening his coffin? Cong Gang, this damn thing, was really good at stirring up trouble.
"You really don't want it?" Xing Shier asked.
"The dead are already in peace, there's no need to disturb him!"
These were Feng Xinglang's sincere words. He really didn't want to disturb the dead just to get a photo.
Xing Shier quietly looked at the melancholic Feng Xinglang and didn't reply.
After Feng Xinglang walked into the living room, Xing Shier drove away.
Butler Mo waited in the living room as usual.
"Second Young Master, you're back?"
"En … why aren't you sleeping yet?"
"Oh, I'm going to sleep now!"
Housekeeper Mo poured a cup of warm tea from a thermos flask, "This is a hangover tea, drink it and go upstairs to rest. Your stomach will feel better. "
Feng Xinglang obediently took the sobering tea from Housekeeper Mo's hands and drank it in two or three gulps.
In the master bedroom on the third floor, his wife and two sons were sleeping soundly.
Feng Xinglang didn't want the smell of alcohol on his body to disturb his sleeping wife and child, so he laid down on the sofa with his clothes on.
…
The quick-witted Feng Chong did not pester his own father Feng Xinglang who was about to go out, but nestled in his mother's arms and acted cute.
He seemed to have realized that his father was not willing to bring him to Big Worm, so he placed all his hopes on his mother.
"Alright, Teacher Wen will be visiting us today. Are you coming back for lunch?"
Xue Luo was quite satisfied with the fact that her husband had helped her to fish out Xing Laowu, who had been beaten up, from the basement of Hetun.
Originally, Feng Xinglang wanted the woman to fulfill her promise and tell him who his youngest son's godfather was … However, at this moment, he did not do so. Since the woman didn't want to say it, then let her be!
"No need! I'll be busy with a financial summit these few days, and I'll probably have to go on a business trip tomorrow. "
Feng Xinglang arranged his cufflinks. "Moreover, it's Little Teacher's first time coming to our house. Even if we don't scare her, she'll still feel uncomfortable. With Nuo Nuo and Tuan Tuan accompanying her, plus Xing Shier … the atmosphere will be even better! "
"That's true!"
Xue Luo seemed to think that her husband's words were very reasonable.
"Come, little third wheel, go out with your biological father!"
Feng Xinglang came forward and wanted to carry his youngest son Feng Chong, but the little thing kept burrowing into his mother's arms.
"Mama … mama!"
No matter how you looked at it, his father looked like a child trafficker who kidnapped and sold children.
How could Feng Xinglang, as his biological father, not know what Feng Chong was thinking! He didn't want to give the little fellow this chance!
"It'll be so lonely without you by my side when I'm working!"
Feng Xinglang forcefully carried his youngest son over. "Your mission today is to learn to call me daddy! Biological father wants to hear you call me daddy even in my dreams! Let's go, my good son! "
Since Teacher Wen and Xing Shier had an appointment at home today, Xue Luo tacitly allowed her husband to bring their youngest son to the company. Moreover, there were so many female secretaries in GK Venture Capital's secretarial office that would help take care of the little fellow.
At most, Feng Xinglang would be a hands-off boss, and it wouldn't affect his work.
As soon as he arrived at the company, Feng Xinglang heard a notification from his phone. After tossing his youngest son to the secretarial department, he opened the message from Xing Shier.
It was a black and white photo. Cong Gang's black and white photo.
The Cong Gang in the photo was in his early twenties, probably before Feng Xinglang rescued him from Chinatown.
Feng Xinglang really didn't expect Xing Shier to let the people who stayed in Pater Castle dig up Xing Er's grave. And he really sent the photo back to him! This kid is quite reliable!
Feng Xinglang immediately turned around and walked quickly to the secretarial department, but he stopped outside the door.
Logically speaking, his youngest son hadn't seen Cong Gang since he was born. If the big bug that his youngest son was talking about was really Cong Gang …
In order to test the accuracy of this experiment, Feng Xinglang called Wendy over and had her print out a few black and white photos.
Other than Cong Gang's photos, there were also photos of Feng Lixin, Yan Bang, Bai Mo, and a few male employees of GK Venture Capital.
Feng Xinglang slowly picked up the black and white photo of Cong Gang. Although it was a young Cong Gang, the haze in his eyes seemed to have darkened his entire being! He was like an evil spirit that had just crawled out of hell!
No wonder he couldn't die no matter how hard he tried, and would even come back to life from time to time, making people feel like he was a ghost that wouldn't go away!
Who did he have such a deep grudge against?
"Wendy, go and bring Buggy over."
"Yes, President Feng."
Feng Xinglang flipped the stack of black and white photos on the table and quietly waited for Wendy to bring his youngest son over from the secretarial department.
Although the little guy didn't like to play with big sisters who chattered nonstop, it was better than staying with his asshole father who was unpredictable and refused to take him to see Big Bug.
"Come here, Buggy. Daddy has something good to show you!"
Feng Xinglang took the little guy from Wendy's arms. He pressed him down on his strong legs.
Then, he slowly flipped through the black and white photos in front of the little guy.
Feng Buchong was completely uninterested in the first two GK employees.
When Feng Xinglang flipped to Feng Lixin's black and white photo, the little guy made a "uh" sound. He probably wanted to say, "I know this guy in the photo!"
From this, it could be seen that the little guy had a certain level of distinguishing and recognition ability!
When he flipped to a GK male employee and Bai Mo, the little guy seemed a little impatient. He pointed at the office door with his little finger, asking his father to take him out.
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