Hetun's words made Xueluo stagger.

"What? You, did you let Fifteen go to Shencheng to find his father? He...... He's a five-year-old! ”

All this came so suddenly, and the heart of the snow fell almost flew out of its own Hun voice.

Xueluo thought about the picture of herself and her son Lin Nuo and Feng Xinglang meeting again, but there was nothing like now: Hetun actually asked a 5-year-old child to go back to Shencheng to find his father!

"Don't worry, there is the old twelve with the fifteen! No one can hurt my righteous son of Hetun! ”

Hetun sent a large piece of bacon meat roll into his mouth and ate it deliciously. Doesn't seem to worry about the safety of the little one.

No matter who accompanies her son Lin Nuo, as a mother, the snow falls without worry. Only in their own hands can their children rest assured that the snow falls!

"Mr. Xing, how can you let Fifteen go to Shencheng without consulting with me?"

Xueluo didn't dare to blame Hetun, but there was still a hint of blame in her gentle words.

"Fifteen is my righteous son of Hetun, I make any decisions, I don't need to consult with anyone!"

It's this kind of self-respecting tone again, which is so domineering that it's outrageous.

Xueluo knows that he can't stand it, and Hetun has to bear it! Unless I don't want to see my son anymore!

"Besides, this is also a wish made on the eve of Christmas 15! How could I not be as he wished? ”

Hetun said slowly. After taking a sip of red wine, it didn't seem to be in a good mood. Perhaps for Hetun in the past five years, what he has been waiting for is the arrival of this day.

Oh my God, the wish that his son Lin promised was to go to his father? Does he know who his own father is?

Also, shouldn't my son's wish be to take Mommy out of Fort Pett together?

Xueluo wasn't sure if Hetun had lied to her. I just feel that a self-respecting person like Hetun doesn't need to lie to her at all!

Even if he says something that Xueluo doesn't like to hear, Xueluo can't help him, can he?

"Mr. Xing, you, did you say something to Fifteen?"

Xueluo asked cautiously in a whisper.

"Huh?"

Hetun raised his eyebrows, a little puzzled what Xueluo wanted to ask.

"Did you tell Fifteen about his father?"

Snowfall picks up the topic. Because in the past five years, Xueluo has never been willing to tell his son Lin Nuo half a word about his father.

"Nope! I just reminded fifteen sentences: The person in the painting should be in Shencheng! Nothing more! ”

Hetun did not have the slightest intention of concealing the snowfall. There's no need for that at all.

He is a hero-level big man, and he can't be guilty of bullying a weak woman. It's above board!

"The person on the painting? Who? ”

Xue was startled and asked in a tight voice.

"You don't know?" Hetun asked rhetorically.

The snow fell silent. She wasn't sure which painting Hetun was talking about.

"The painting was fifteen out of his pocket, and it was still crumpled. The person painted on it is Feng Xinglang at first glance! Didn't you draw it for Fifteen? ”

Hetun swept the snow lightly and glanced at it. It seems that some of them do not cut the snow and fall in front of him to play this little trick.

A portrait of Feng Xinglang?

Xueluo remembered: It seems that he has painted a complete portrait of Feng Xinglang once. And haven't you already thrown yourself in the trash? How did it come to his son Lin Nuo?

Don't...... Could it be that the little guy picked it out of the trash can himself?

Xue Luo took a deep breath and sighed slightly:

"Whether you believe it or not, I really didn't tell Fifteen, Feng Xinglang is his father!"

"It's okay! Even if you don't tell him, I'll tell him! ”

Hetun smiled, "It's just that I don't need you to tell him now!" Fifteen himself is holding that painting, and he is looking for his father all over Shencheng! ”

"......" Xue was speechless for a while.

She really couldn't imagine that a 5-year-old child, holding a sketch portrait, was looking for the person in the painting in the streets and alleys.

Even if he didn't see it, Xueluo already felt sad.

"Twelve will guide Fifteen to find Feng Xinglang, right?"

Xueluo calmed the sourness in his heart and calmed down and asked.

Hetun nodded, "Of course!" ”

"Mr. Xing, I'm Nuo Nuo's mother, I don't want him to recognize Feng Xinglang, is that okay?"

The sound of falling snow carried a soft sobbing of pleading.

"Why?"

He Tun put down the red wine glass in his hand and watched the snow fall.

"Because everything between me and Feng Xinglang is over! Since the day you took me five years ago, he and I have cut everything off! He didn't know Nono existed, he thought I had killed the baby in that hospital! I plunged a scalpel into his chest, and it was over between me and him...... It's over! Do you understand? It's all over between me and Feng Xinglang! ”

The snow fell and roared almost hysterically.

Perhaps, deep down in Xueluo's heart, it's not that she doesn't want their father and son to recognize each other, but she clearly knows: In the current situation, it is better not to recognize each other than to recognize each other!

Good for everyone!

Hetun seemed to be stunned by the words of the snowfall. It's not her roar, it's the content of her roar.

A few seconds later, Hetun actually smiled.

"Interesting! It's so much fun! Feng Xinglang didn't even know that his son was still alive? Hahaha, this game is getting more and more interesting! ”

Hetun is immersed in his world of revenge.

Or in the end, what he wanted was not the pleasure of revenge, but ......

But...... Even he didn't know what he wanted!

Judging from Hetun's intoxicated face, Xueluo felt that what he was most worried about had happened.

"Mr. Xing, you don't want to use Nuo Nuo as a bargaining chip to fight with Feng Xinglang, right?"

Snowfall's eyes were filled with tears. There is also anger, and there is helplessness.

Hetun shook his head, "I promised you that in my lifetime, I would keep fifteen years safe!" So, fifteen will definitely be fine! ”

After a slight pause, Hetun added coldly, "Something...... It will be him who seals Lang! Three bullets didn't kill him, which is really fatal! ”

Whether it was his son Lin Nuo or Feng Xinglang, Xueluo didn't want to see their father and son get hurt!

So, Xueluo dared to ask: "Mr. Xing, have you ever really loved Feng Xinglang's mother?" If you really loved her, how could you kill her children? If Feng Xinglang's mother knew that you treated her biological son like this, how sad she would be under Jiuquan! She's going to hate you! ”

"Shut up!"

There was a loud bang, and a furious Hetun tore the entire table to the ground.

The muscles on his resolute face were throbbing, the green tendons in the corners of his forehead were bursting up, and he was already angry to the extreme.

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