The little friend with bugs picked up the black and white photo with his little hand and carefully looked at it …
"Bug…" Bug! "
The little guy suddenly shouted excitedly at the photo.
In the photo, although Cong Gang was younger than ten years, the outline of his face and facial features did not change much. And at that time, his face looked especially 'old' because of the hatred in his heart.
Feng Xinglang almost instinctively flipped to the back of the photo along with the rest of the photos that were flipped over. After messing up the order, Feng Xinglang used his palm to hold down all the photos that were flipped over.
"Insect, dad will play a game with you: find the big bug in this pile of photos! "How about it?"
After looking through the third card, the little guy immediately raised it up and raised it in front of his father, Feng Xinglang.
"Bug…" Bug! "
"Play it again!"
Three consecutive times, the Sealing Worm was able to find Cong Gang's photo accurately from the pile of black and white photographs.
Logically speaking, his youngest son, the Sealing Insect, should have never seen Cong Gang before. However, he was able to accurately find Cong Gang's photo out of the pile of black-and-white photos, which could at least prove two points: His youngest son recognized Cong Gang; furthermore, Cong Gang was the 'big bug' that his youngest son had been mumbling about for the past few months!
That is to say, the big bug that his youngest son was talking about, was actually that little bug's godfather that his wife was talking about?!
If Cong Gang really was the foster father of his youngest son, then everything would be resolved! It was no wonder that his wife would be so relaxed and throw his youngest son to Cong Gang for the night, while he himself could sleep peacefully.
But the reason behind all of this, was because Cong Gang had died and revived!
Could it be … Cong Gang was really revived?
Feng Xinglang's breathing began to quicken …
Seeing his father in deep thought, the little guy in his arms became impatient.
"Bug…" Bug! "
The little guy had one hand on his father's collar as he pointed at the door of the office; he signaled his father to take him out to look for the big bug.
Suddenly, Feng Xinglang hugged his youngest son tightly and kissed him a few times.
"Insect …" Thank you! Thank you for bringing me such a precious gift! "
The little guy just kept pointing at the office door with his little finger, indicating that his dad should take him out.
… ….
He could be considered a suitor! However, she was so proud that she felt like sticking close to him!
Knowing that the little guy was extremely intelligent and could easily do all the math problems he taught, Teacher Wen brought him a few math problems.
As expected, it was difficult for a little fellow who rarely came into contact with this type of problem. It scratched its ears and scratched its cheeks.
"Nuonuo, your Twelfth Brother, he … What the hell is he doing? "
Aside from curiosity, there was also that little bit of infatuation from a young girl.
Linnuo's little friend stared at the question and replied.
This is a triangular-like interesting mathematical problem: the pyramid goes down from 1, with each number equal to the sum of the two numbers above it; each line is symmetric, from 1 to 1; the first line has a number, the second line has two numbers, and so on.
Looking at those interesting pyramids that were stacked with numbers, Linnuo's little friend who was pondering for a while seemed to have discovered a pattern …
"Your foster father's bodyguard? Then, then what does your foster father do? " The little teacher asked again.
"My foster father… They probably do business! "
Worried that the cute and silly teacher would continue to question him, the little fellow added, "I'm not too sure what kind of business it is actually doing either!"
"Then does your foster father really have fifteen foster son s?" Teacher Wen knew Linnuo's ranking.
"Then, what about the other foster son s?"
Teacher Wen asked nervously. He was somewhat afraid that he would hear some bad news.
The little guy glanced at the nervous and frightened little teacher, grinned his little mouth and lightly smiled, "So you broke up!" They should be planning something else! "
The little guy's heart was still kind. He did not want the little teacher to hear those bloody words.
"Oh, so that's the case… "You scared me!" The teacher let out a breath of relief.
Thinking about something, the little teacher who had just calmed down asked curiously, "Nuonuo, your Twelfth Brother, he … Would he really climb the wall? I mean the very high kind! "
"Of course! My Twelfth Brother is the most powerful under my foster father! " The little fellow said arrogantly.
"Forget about the 16th floor, even the World Trade Center building in the city center is a piece of cake!"
The little guy was a little too cocky. He neglected Teacher Wen's endurance.
"Your twelfth brother, he … Does he often do such adventurous things? "
Teacher Wen's face was full of worry. "What if… What if he falls down? "
"Don't worry, my twelfth brother has been training since he was young …" The little guy suddenly felt like he was talking too much.
At this moment, Teacher Wen was like a curious baby who could not finish his questions.
"I just want to learn how to protect my foster father!" The little guy had changed the way he spoke to the people.
"Then your twelfth brother must have had a hard time when he was young, right?" A look of pity appeared in Teacher Wen's eyes.
"It will definitely be hard!" Fortunately, my foster father dotes on my Twelfth Brother! "
Teacher Wen blushed at this. "What nonsense are you talking about?" "Hurry up and do your homework!"