Feng Yao couldn't blame Feng Ling, so how could he blame Feng Ling? Feng Ling is only an eight-year-old child.

Feng Yao sat on the ground in a daze, looking at Corgi's corpse blankly, constantly blaming himself in his heart, yes, he can only blame himself, he can only think that he himself cultivated Feng Ling like this, he is Feng Ling's father, no matter what Feng Ling does, he will be responsible.

Feng Yao held his head, at this moment, he missed Ling Lian very much, if Ling Lian hadn't died of dystocia, Ling Lian could cultivate Feng Ling with Feng Yao, maybe the ending would be different, after all, Ling Lian is a mother, and the mother knows best what the child wants most, and family harmony will make Feng Ling grow up healthier, and now Feng Yao really doesn't know what his child wants, let alone what his son will become in the future?

"Dad, what's wrong with you? Not happy? Feng Ling walked in front of Feng Yao with bloody hands, and actually cared about Feng Yao.

Feng Yao stood up, he didn't say anything, he dragged Corgi's body and walked out the door, he couldn't let others see the dog's body, so he buried the dog's body in his yard.

Feng Ling didn't keep up with Feng Yao, he just stood in place, waiting and watching Feng Yao clean up everything, after Feng Yao buried the puppy, he cleaned the scene of the puppy's murder, washed all the bloodstains, changed Feng Ling's clothes and threw them in the washing machine, and wiped the blood stains on Feng Ling's hands and face.

After Feng Yao did all this, he sat on the sofa, he began to think about how to continue the road in the future, he locked Feng Ling at home, thinking that Feng Ling would be able to get a better growth environment, but how can the people who are locked up grow up healthily, he realizes that he is wrong, but how can he correct it?

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Feng Ling sat next to Feng Yao, holding Feng Yao's hand, and actually cared about Feng Yao.

Feng Ling rarely cared about Feng Yao as much as he did now, and Feng Yao actually felt a trace of warmth, after all, his son still loved him, no matter what his son did, Feng Yao also felt that it was worth it, even if it was to cover up all the bad things that Feng Ling had.

Feng Yao stroked Feng Ling's head and said to Feng Ling, "Is it okay for Dad to cook food for you?" ”

Feng Ling clapped his hands and shouted, "Okay, okay, I like to eat my father's food the most!" Feng Ling was happy like an eight-year-old child, but Feng Ling was also an eight-year-old child.

Because the child was too precocious, Feng Yao always didn't treat Feng Ling as a child, and at this moment he felt that Feng Ling was his child, and he also made up his mind in his heart.

"I'll sign you up again tomorrow, okay?" Feng Yao said his decision, he felt that if Feng Ling was locked up at home and escaped from the outside world, Feng Ling would definitely be a psychologically crippled person in the end, he needed to contact Feng Ling with the outside world, even if there were some risks, the outside world might not accept Feng Ling, but Feng Ling would definitely learn to get along with the outside world, no one would live a smooth life, Feng Yao himself had gone through a lot of twists and turns to get to where he is now.

"Dad, do you really want to do this?" Feng Ling puffed out a pair of innocent eyes and looked at Feng Yao.

Feng Yao knew in his heart that Feng Ling would resist, but he just wanted Feng Ling to be tempered, so he nodded and said, "Yes, it has to be like this, you should stay in school like a normal child and make more friends." ”

"Okay." Feng Ling didn't hesitate at all, and agreed instantly.

Feng Ling's reaction was beyond Feng Yao's expectations, he thought that Feng Ling would refuse, but it didn't turn out at all, Feng Yao still didn't believe it, he asked Feng Ling: "Do you really agree?" ”

"yes, I agreed."

"Why did you say yes?" Feng Ling obviously gave Feng Yao the answer he wanted, but Feng Yao was always uneasy.

"Because you're a dad, you have the final say, and I can't refuse at all, you've already decided, and it's useless for me to say anything, so why should I refuse?" Feng Ling asked rhetorically and Feng Yao was speechless, it was indeed like what Feng Ling said, even if Feng Ling refused, it was useless, this was Feng Yao's decision alone.

Feng Yao suddenly felt that his son understood his behavior in this way, how beautiful this kind of sensible child was, he even forgot all the cruelty that Feng Ling had done just now, in his opinion, what Feng Ling had just done was just a child's naughtiness, no matter how bad a child was, how bad could it be?

"Dad, I'm hungry, go cook, okay?" Feng Ling shook Feng Yao's hand and urged Feng Yao.

"Okay, dad, let's cook." Feng Yao happily walked into the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to make a few of his best dishes.

Feng Ling was not idle, he thought that his father had worked so hard, and he should also do something for his father, so he walked to the wine shelf and set up a stool, stepped on the stool and took down a bottle of red wine placed at the highest place of the wine shelf.

This bottle of red wine has been opened, Feng Yao has had a hard time falling asleep every night since Ling Lian's death, as soon as he closes his eyes, it is all about Ling Lian's past, in order to be able to speed up his sleep, he often drinks a little wine, and when the situation is serious, he will also take some sleeping pills.

Feng Ling poured Feng Yao a glass of red wine and put it on the table, ran to Feng Yao's room again, and took out a few of Feng Yao's sleeping pills from Feng Yao's bedside table.

Sleeping pills can't be used indiscriminately, but Feng Ling has seen Feng Yao take this medicine, he thinks that Feng Yao likes to eat this, he has seen Feng Yao drink wine, and after taking medicine, he will become peaceful, so Feng Ling wants to be happier when Feng Yao is happy.

Feng Ling put the few sleeping pills into the red wine glass, and when Feng Yao came out of the kitchen with the food, the sleeping pills in the red wine glass had already dissolved in the red wine.

Feng Yao put down the meal, and when he saw the red wine that his son had prepared for himself, his face was so bright that he couldn't close his mouth: "This is Dad's good son, and he knows how to treat Dad." ”

Feng Ling grinned, put the red wine in front of Feng Yao, and then took a big bite of his own meal.

Feng Yao watched his son eat happily, he drank most of the red wine in one sip, and then frantically picked up vegetables for Feng Ling, and said: "Eat slowly, don't swallow." ”

The son was eating happily and saw that he himself was hungry, so he was also ready to pick up some food for himself, but the shredded meat was in front of him, and his chopsticks couldn't hold it.

Soon, Feng Yao couldn't even hold the chopsticks, the chopsticks slipped from his fingertips to the dining table, and then his eyes became more and more blurry, the picture became more and more spinning, and he always felt that he was about to fall asleep.

Why is this happening? Is it drunk? These were Feng Yao's last two questions before he lost consciousness, but unfortunately he didn't know the answer yet, he had already fallen asleep on the dining table.

His father suddenly fell asleep at the dinner table, but Feng Ling continued to eat his own food as if he was nothing, not caring at all, and like Feng Ling, he was actually the only one eating, and Feng Yao didn't exist at all.

Feng Ling calmly finished eating the rice in his bowl, and said to Feng Yao, who was already asleep, "Dad, I'm full." ”

Obviously, Feng Yao couldn't reply to Feng Ling, but Feng Ling didn't really want to hear Feng Yao's reply, he walked up to Feng Yao, stroked Feng Yao's hair, and said to Feng Yao: "Dad, you have a good rest, you are really hard." ”

Feng Ling walked to the kitchen, took another pair of chopsticks and walked to the dining table, and put them on the dining table.

However, Feng Ling returned to the kitchen, he found the disposable lighter in the kitchen and put the lighter in the microwave.

At that time, microwave ovens were rare, and Feng Yao was already the richest person in the town, so he spent a lot of money to bring back a microwave oven from abroad, just so that when he was too busy and not at home, Feng Ling could eat hot meals by himself.

After Feng Ling put the lighter in the microwave, he set a timer for the microwave oven, and after forty minutes, the microwave oven would start to heat up.

Immediately after, Feng Ling began to close the doors and windows, closing the windows of the house tightly, making his house a closed environment, and he returned to the kitchen.

This time, Feng Ling turned on the natural gas on the stove to the maximum, but it did not ignite, and Feng Ling could even hear the squeak of the natural gas.

After doing all this, Feng Ling went back to his room, put on a clean dress for himself, put on shoes and socks, and then walked to the door and opened the door, which was the first time Feng Ling went out after being locked up at home by Feng Yao.

The world outside of home is really strange to Feng Ling, but everything is so fresh, which makes Feng Ling yearn for the outside world even more, and he feels that he belongs to this beautiful world outside.

The sun was setting outside the door, and the air was the freshest, Feng Ling took a deep breath of fresh air, and then left his home, left his compound, and walked on the street.

However, for Feng Ling, the good times were not too long, he didn't walk a few steps at all, he walked to a position near a small alley, and suddenly a middle-aged woman wearing a red coat appeared in the alley to block Feng Ling's way.

Feng Ling didn't ask who it was? Didn't ask the visitor what his plans were?

The middle-aged woman didn't want to explain anything to Feng Ling, her actions said it all, she took out a handkerchief from her pocket and covered it on Feng Ling's mouth.

Feng Ling didn't dodge, he didn't call, he let the woman's handkerchief cover his mouth, and then Feng Ling's consciousness blurred.

The middle-aged woman charmed Feng Ling with a handkerchief with *, dragged the fainted Feng Ling into the alley, and walked through the alley, took Feng Ling to the Santana car on the other side of the alley, and drove the Santana out of town.

Later, half an hour later, there was a big explosion in Feng Ling's house, which alarmed the people of the town, especially after the fire brigade extinguished the fire in Feng Ling's house, only Feng Yao's charred body was found in Feng Ling's house, but Feng Ling's body was not found, which made the people of the town talk a lot.