"Oh, my Buggy is back? Let mommy give him a kiss! "
Xue Luo, who was lazily lying on the sofa eating snacks, got up to greet her son who was running towards her.
"Mommy, Buggy!" The little guy waved the photo in his hand.
"What is this? Whose photo is this? "
Xue Luo wanted to take the photo from her son's hand but the little guy was holding on tightly. Xue Luo could only get closer to take a look.
A black and white photo … it's … it's Cong Gang?!
"Mommy, Buggy … Buggy!"
The little guy raised the photo with one hand and dragged his mommy who was lying lazily on the sofa with the other. He probably wanted mommy to bring him out to look for Buggy.
Why does this little guy have Cong Gang's photo?
Xue Luo was shocked: Did her husband Feng Xinglang discover something? Did he know that Cong Gang was still alive?
At this moment, Xue Luo felt a little melancholy that her secret was about to be exposed! She couldn't even keep such a small secret!
When she raised her head, Xue Luo suddenly felt the man's sharp gaze on her, with a sense of scrutiny.
"Xinglang, you, you're back?"
This was a little fake!
If she didn't have any unspeakable secrets in her heart, she wouldn't be so fake.
In other words, if it was the normal Lin Xue Luo, she would hold Cong Gang's photo and let out a few sorrowful sighs.
His wife's reaction made Feng Xinglang quite satisfied. He seemed to be a little closer to his inner desire!
"En. I'm back. "
Feng Xinglang did not expose his wife, nor did he interrogate her. He appeared to be relatively calm. He was quite calm as if nothing had happened.
"Where's my eldest son?"
Feng Xinglang looked rather relaxed. "By the way, how's your matchmaking today?"
"Sigh," Xue Luo sighed, "Don't mention it! Xing Shier, that arrogant fellow with a negative EQ, had angered Little Teacher again! Luckily I turned the tide and forced him and Nuo Nuo to send Teacher Wen home … I called in the afternoon and said that the three of them were playing at the amusement park! It can be considered a success! "
"En, Miss Lin did well! Worthy of praise! "
It seemed that the husband and wife turned a blind eye to the sudden appearance of Cong Gang's photo. It was as if they had reached a consensus to avoid talking about it.
"By the way, Nuo Nuo is about to take his final exam. I have to ask him to come back earlier."
Xue Luo hurriedly picked up the phone on the coffee table and rushed to the washroom.
It was just a phone call to urge his son to go home. Was there a need to avoid him to go to the bathroom?
You could guess with your toes who the woman was going to call to tip off someone.
Feng Xinglang's guess was right: Xue Luo had indeed called Cong Gang.
"Hey, hey, Brother Cong, bad news …"
The other end of the phone was silent for three seconds before a voice answered, "What happened?" It was Cong Gang's voice.
"Brother Cong, bad news … I don't know where Feng Xinglang got your photo, but Buggy is holding it in his hand and calling you Big Buggy! Did he discover something? "Xue Luo was indeed the one who informed Cong Gang.
"My photo?"
Cong Gang, who was on the other end of the phone, was also stunned. He murmured, "Why does he have my photo?"
"I don't know. It's a black and white photo. You look quite young in the photo … "
After a few seconds of silence, Cong Gang said indifferently, "As long as you don't admit it, Feng Xinglang will only suspect you!"
"Oh, oh, right, right, right! As long as you don't appear in front of him, he can only suspect but not prove it! "
Three minutes later, Xue Luo pretended to be calm and walked out of the washroom. She had a look of certainty that she wouldn't answer whatever he asked.
Feng Xinglang, who was half lying on the sofa, squinted his eyes and looked at the woman who was pretending to be calm. Maybe the calmer the woman was, the more excited he was.
"Wife, when is my son coming back?" Feng Xinglang asked leisurely.
Ah? Heavens, he had actually forgotten about this matter!
"Uh … that, Nuo Nuo said he's coming back soon!" Xue Luo could only bite the bullet and tell a lie.
Not wanting his wife to continue feeling awkward, Feng Xinglang raised his eyebrows and didn't ask anything.
Seeing that her husband didn't suspect anything, Xue Luo came closer and carried her son who wanted to go out. "Xinglang, this seems to be Cong Gang's photo? Where did you get it from? "
She remembered that when she was talking to Cong Gang in the washroom, he also asked where the photo came from.
"Who knows …" Feng Xinglang dragged out his voice. "It's probably Buggy who dug it out from some corner!"
…
The night was deep and cold.
Only after his son fell asleep did Feng Xinglang take the black and white photo of Cong Gang from his hands.
The study room on the third floor was still lit. It was like a guiding light in this deep and cold night.
The photo was already a little wrinkled after being held by Buggy for a long time; Feng Xinglang quietly looked at Cong Gang in the photo, the corners of his lips curled up into a sly smile.
A strong wave of sleepiness hit him. Although Feng Xinglang was already trying his best to keep his eyes open and awake, he still couldn't resist the layers of sleepiness. He felt as if his eyelids weighed a thousand pounds.
After another ten minutes or so, a faint snoring sound came from the study, and a shadow appeared behind Feng Xinglang.
At this moment, time seemed to have frozen.
Feng Xinglang, who was awake, was used to showing an arrogant look.
But Feng Xinglang, who was sound asleep, had an additional sense of warmth.
Wisps of warmth brushed past his chiseled handsome face; without stopping, he took the slightly wrinkled photo from between his fingers.
It was actually this photo?
How could it be?
Because this photo had to appear before they met!
It seemed that he had really put in a lot of effort to find this photo!
What was his purpose? Just to prove that the 'Buggy' that his son was talking about was the person in this photo?
When did he become so stupid to use such a low-level method?
How childish!
Wasn't it very boring?!
When he kept the photo and prepared to leave, an arm suddenly swung over and held his wrist tightly.
"Cong Gang … don't die … don't die!"
Rationally, Cong Gang knew clearly that Feng Xinglang was just talking in his sleep.
A normal person would not be able to resist the effects of the chemical drug.
But Cong Gang still slightly tightened all the cells in his body; he swallowed stiffly. After a while of suffocation, his breathing was slightly hurried.
Don't die? When had he ever lived?
The memories of the past became faint, like clouds that could be blown away by the wind.
Only that face … was clear!
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