Chapter 1788 – Waiting for Tender 64
Half an hour later, the two of them reached an agreement: they climbed into bed together on the third floor and fell into a deep sleep.
However, he still subconsciously grabbed the quilt to sniff at it. After confirming that there was no musty smell at all, he covered himself and his youngest son, the bug.
Men with rough lines in their lives don't think about it at all: after more than a year of quilts, there's not even the slightest bit of mildew or filth. How good was the ventilation function of this villa!
Of course, this didn't exclude the possibility that one of Cong Gang's loyal subordinates, someone like Wei Kang, would come here every once in a while to deal with the issue of hygiene.
It was as if there was always a pair of eyes that was as deep and serene as a thousand-year-old pond, staring at the sleeping Feng Xinglang and his son as though they were separated from each other.
Or perhaps, it was as Feng Xinglang had said: Cong Gang's ghosts were wandering around this villa, unwilling to disappear!
When Feng Xinglang woke up, two hours had already passed.
"Insect …" Insect … Where are you? Hurry and tell me your daddy! "
After an hour or so, the little guy woke up from his hunger. He looked at his father, who was sleeping soundly, and slowly pulled himself out of his father's embrace.
The little guy was barefoot. As he stepped on the cold marble floor, he seemed to be attracted by something and kept on rushing forward.
The little guy immediately ran over and pulled open the curtain that was just swaying, but he discovered that there was nothing behind the curtain.
The spacious villa was quite large for a child that was only a few months old. It was like a maze. Coupled with the fact that the style and layout were similar, it was very likely that the initial visitor would be trapped inside.
You're playing hide and seek again?
Most of the time, he would make a mistake, but occasionally he would also be able to accurately determine the direction in which Shadow fled.
However, the little fellow had never been able to catch that figure!
It also seemed that the little guy was very fond of it, and rather enjoyed the process of capturing him.
The little fellow stopped in front of a tightly shut door.
The little guy took a sniff of his dad's handsome little nose. The aroma of food wafted out from his nose.
The bug boy stretched out his two little arms and tried to push at the door: it was magically pushed open!
The environment and layout of the room were fairly simple: all the storage cabinets around the walls were L-shaped; each shelf was more like a small combination box, most of them built into the walls to hold precious items.
The bug boy did not seem interested in the safes that might contain a large amount of valuables; he was attracted by the food on the low table.
Healthy vegetable steamed pills. The little guy could directly grab it, and eating it one at a time was very convenient for the little guy to stuff into his little mouth. Even the temperature was just right.
Beside the steamed vegetable steamer, there was also half a cup of moist milk. The little guy drank a mouthful of milk every time he ate two steamed vegetable pills.
Crap! It was his crazy father! Catching him to practice calling his father?!
Father Feng Xinglang's voice was getting closer and closer, so close that they could already hear his footsteps.
The little fellow immediately looked around warily, but it still could not spot Shadow, who knew how to speak.
"Insect …" Father has seen you! " Feng Xinglang stopped in front of the door.
Thump thump. He knocked twice on the door and then reached out his hand to push it. He found that the door was still tightly locked. Feng Xinglang then raised his leg and kicked again.
Even Cong Gang's precious plants were not locked … … What treasures were hidden in these three locked doors!
The little guy grabbed the last two steamed rice balls left on the plate and immediately ran to the corner to hide.
There were about seven or eight steamed pellets on the plate, they had all just eaten their fill.
After another two to three minutes,'s cries became more distant, and he should be going upstairs.
'Crack! 'A small crack appeared on the door.
After hesitating for a few seconds, the little fellow ran towards the door that he had opened. The moment he stepped out of the room, the little guy turned around to take a look. It seemed like he was trying to decide if the shadow had already left the room.
The little guy completely ignored the cry of his father Feng Xinglang; his goal was to find that floating figure!
Other than being anxious and worried, Feng Xinglang was still a little angry. He did not expect his youngest son to call him daddy, and then throw away this small thing in this villa.
Even the dead Cong Gang was not spared!
If he really pissed Feng Xinglang off, he would really be able to do something as bad as burn his house.
Clang! The sound came from the second floor.
Something fell lightly on the marble floor.
"Brat, I've caught you this time, right!?"
Feng Xinglang angrily lifted the little thing off the ground.
It was all the fault of that damnable voice just now that the crazy guy in front of him was lured here to find him!
In fact, at this moment, even the little Sealing Bug was dumbfounded!
For how could he make a sound when he had not stepped on or hit anything at all?