In the end, the shadow disappeared from the study room on the third floor of the Feng family's residence.
Even the dim light in the study room was taken away by him. All that was left was the quietness of the night and a person who was sound asleep!
The shadow blended himself into the darkness, the photo between his fingers was gripped even tighter.
He should have been analyzing the origin of this photo, but at this moment, he did not have the mood to do so! He just stood there silently, as silent as the flowers, grass, and trees in the dark night.
The chilly night seemed to want to take away the warmth of all things in the world, shrouding them in cold air and ravaging them.
After a long time, the 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 man in the sweater saw a line of words on the photo: Domineering handwriting!
He couldn't see what was written clearly, but the bold handwriting was enough to tell him who wrote it!
With the light from the miniature flashlight, the man in the sweater saw the line of words on the other side of the photo: Dog, don't let me catch you!
How much resentment did he have?
What a cunning thing … he actually guessed that he would come to retrieve this photo?
A faint smile slowly spread on the man in the sweater's face, slowly spreading across his entire face!
Want to catch me? Was it that easy? Just you, Feng Xinglang?
Instinctively, the man in the sweater turned around and looked at the study room on the third floor of the Feng family's villa that was bathed in the dark night. Should he go upstairs and write three words on someone's face: Just you?
If he really did that, then he would have fallen into someone's trap! Perhaps he was waiting for him to be exposed!
The game had just begun, he had time and patience.
Even for a lifetime!
In the dark, the man in the sweater quietly watched the direction of the study room on the third floor for a long time before he disappeared again.
…
Little Feng Chong, who woke up first, did not cry or make a fuss. He sat up and rubbed his sleepy eyes. He thought of something and immediately lowered his head to look at his palm. He realized that the photo of Big Chong had disappeared.
"Big Chong … Big Chong!"
The little fellow murmured anxiously, then immediately lifted the quilt and began to search.
But after searching all over his little bed, he couldn't find the picture of Big Worm. The little guy then climbed over the guardrail and climbed down from the crib by himself.
His mommy was sleeping on the big bed. The little fellow first shouted twice, but seeing that he couldn't wake her up, he began to look for her himself.
What should be lifted was lifted, and what should be thrown off the bed was thrown off the bed. Even Mommy, who was lying flat on her back, was half scratched and half pushed to the side by him, but he still couldn't find the picture of the big worm.
Where did the picture of the Big Worm go? Last night, she held it tightly in her hands as she slept …
The little fellow thought of his bastard father. 'It must have been taken away by him!'
But the bastard's father wasn't sleeping on the bed either, right? Did he go to that place where many beautiful sisters love to kiss him?
The little kid climbed out of bed and ran barefooted toward the door of the master bedroom. When she passed by the study room, she realized that the door was unlatched. She pushed it open and walked in to take a look. She found her father, Feng Xinglang, snoring loudly on the sofa.
"Big Worm … Big Worm …"
The little fellow immediately ran over and pulled off the blanket covering her father's body. He pulled out his hands and checked them one by one. 'There's no picture of the big worm!'
Although the bastard's father didn't have it, it didn't mean that there weren't any other places. So, the little fellow began to search all over her father's body. She didn't even let go of her father's tightly pursed lips.
Then, she searched his shirt, and then … Feng Xinglang only woke up from his dream when the little fellow pulled away a certain sensitive part of his body.
He thought it was some romantic dream, but he didn't expect that the guy who was doing evil on him was actually his youngest son!
"Worm? What are you doing? Why are you pulling my pants? "
Feng Xinglang stroked his son's little head sleepily and kissed the little fellow's face warmly.
"Big Worm … Big Worm …"
There was an ambiguity here. Fortunately, the little fellow was only two years old. It should be a simple way of addressing him.
Feng Xinglang thought of something and quickly sat up from the sofa. 'I was sitting in front of the study table last night. Why am I lying on the sofa now?
That photo!! '
Feng Xinglang carried his little son and rushed to the study table. However, he found that the photo was gone, whether it was on the study table, under the study table, or around the study table.
Did that bastard really come here?
Surveillance!
Feng Xinglang carried his little son who was shouting about Big Worm and walked quickly to the computer room.
The result made Feng Xinglang excited and disappointed.
He was disappointed because the surveillance was fixed at around 11: 30 last night. He was excited because who would be so thorough and meticulous?
He searched the whole study room but couldn't find the black and white photo. However, Feng Xinglang was sure that he had snatched the photo from his sleeping little son and brought it into the study room!
He went downstairs and asked Housekeeper Mo and Aunt An. They didn't go into the study room on the third floor last night. Moreover, Feng Xinglang had instructed them not to go upstairs last night! As for the missing photo, it probably had nothing to do with them!
His wife, Lin Xueluo, was the first to be ruled out by Feng Xinglang. Because it was his wife who put their little son to sleep last night, she had too many opportunities to take away or put away the photo. When Feng Xinglang entered the master bedroom, his wife and little son were both asleep. Furthermore, his little son was still holding onto the crumpled photo and refused to let go.
The whereabouts of the photo seemed to be obvious.
The game of cat and mouse with a certain someone had never let Feng Xinglang down!
"Big Worm … Big Worm … Wahhh …"
Seeing that he couldn't find the picture of the big worm no matter how hard he searched, and that his father was always absent-minded and had no idea what he was thinking about, the little fellow cried out loud.
Xue Luo who was tired and sleepy was finally woken up by her little son's crying.
"Worm, why are you crying?"
"Mama … Big Worm!"
The little fellow spread out his little hands, indicating to his mommy that the photo of Big Worm was gone.
"Buggy, do you miss Big Buggy …"
Xue Luo looked at her husband who was squinting at them and instantly became angry, "Feng Xinglang, where is the photo in Worm's hands? Were you the one who took it? You woke up early in the morning and made your own child cry, do you look like a father? "
"I should be the one asking you! Worm was holding onto the photo that was sleeping in his hands, how did it disappear just like that? "
Feng Xinglang squinted his eyes and carefully observed the slight changes on his wife's face.
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