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.

　　In his life, Feng Xinglang was a rough line of man.

　　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 pa.s.sed.

　　When she tightened her embrace reflexively, she found that her bosom was empty: the little thing had disappeared again!

　　"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 rus.h.i.+ng forward.

　　A shadow moved the gray curtains; something floated by.

　　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 little guy looked around, and it seemed like it was trying to catch up with Shadow. After staying silent for a few seconds, the little guy ran in one direction.

　　The s.p.a.cious 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?

　　The little guy was full of interest as he ran around the entire second floor. He couldn't see the shadow, but he could sense its existence.

　　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.