"This is your home!"

Feng Xinglang took a step forward, picked up his unaware son Lin Nuo, and walked towards the restaurant.

It wasn't until Mommy Xueluo sat down at the table with him that the little guy stopped making noise and slowly quieted down.

Lin Xueluo can sit at the Feng family's table so shamelessly, of course Lan Youyou will not flinch.

So, she hugged her daughter from Feng Lixin's arms, and Feng Tuantuan also sat down.

It seems that the real game between the two women has just begun.

"Nono, come to your uncle, okay?"

Feng Lixin stretched out his friendly and loving hands to the little guy, wanting to carry the little guy over and sit beside him.

Although this uncle looked quite gentle and amiable, Lin Nuo still rejected Feng Lixin's kindness. hugged Mommy's waist tightly, and snuggled his little head in Mommy's arms.

It can be seen that the little guy doesn't want to stay at Feng's house for dinner. But Mommy Xueluo insisted on staying, and the little guy could only follow Mommy's wishes.

The dinner at the Feng family was sumptuous. Because as early as noon, Feng Xinglang called Aunt An to prepare.

"How can a dignified man shrink into his mother's arms like a little girl?"

Feng Xinglang came over and wanted to stroke his son's little head, but the little guy avoided it in disgust; So, the back of the hand rubbed against the softness of the snow.

At the beginning, Xueluo didn't notice anything, thinking that Feng Xinglang just wanted to be intimate with him; But who knew that Feng Xinglang's hand that touched the past did not mean to take it away......

The son's little head was tilted to the left, and the back of his hand was rubbed to the left; The son's little head was avoided to the right, and the back of his hand rubbed to the right!

Prepared to say, the back of Feng Xinglang's hand should be rubbed from left to right on the soft snow falling; Rub from right to left.

Snowfall is not a wooden man!

She could clearly feel Feng Xinglang's hand rubbing against her chest.

I was so skillfully taken advantage of for so long! And she thought that Feng Xinglang was just teasing the son in her arms!

Lin Xueluo, Lin Xueluo, you can't live to understand what you call self-inflicted?

Actually sent to the door to let this man despise himself?

Is this man a blank, are you seeing it for the first time?

Was he so thin before?

Lin Xueluo glared at Feng Xinglang fiercely with her side eyes, and then moved her body and sat down in a place where Feng Xinglang's arm couldn't reach.

Feng Xinglang, a big man, locked the door secretly, and Hetun said that he would let Xiao Fifteen accompany his father for a few days...... Their mother and son are completely in and out of the rhythm.

Xueluo really doesn't want to create any panic for his son, who has been angry for most of the day.

If you let the little guy know that his bastard father locks the door and doesn't let their mother and son leave, the little guy doesn't know how to make a fuss!

Perhaps, this is the purpose of Hetun!

Hetun didn't really want Yizi Fifteen to cultivate a relationship with his father Feng Xinglang; His real purpose is to make Xiao Fifteen hate his own father!

All Xueluo can do is to protect his son from harm to the greatest extent. Both physically and mentally.

Feng Xinglang really wanted to tear the woman in front of him.

In view of the presence of his son Lin Nuo, a small spectator, he still forbearably maintained his father's tall and shining image.

A piece of Dongpo meat that had been bitten off was sent to the bowl where the snow fell.

Feng Xinglang's movements were as smooth as they were back then.

It seems that after five years, such actions have long been ingrained in each other's minds. You don't need to spend time uncovering the dusty memories, and it just happens.

The reason why there are memories in life is not because they are suddenly remembered, but because they cannot be forgotten.

The little guy is actually quite hungry. When he was squirming and not knowing whether to eat this dinner at his father's house, he saw the bastard's father throw a piece of meat that he had bitten into Mommy's bowl.

Suddenly, the little guy stared at a pair of big clear but angry eyes, "Why did you throw the bitten things into my mommy's bowl?" Feng Xinglang, you are so disgusting! ”

Facing his son's questioning, Feng Xinglang was really full of emotion: it seemed that it was just a momentary dazzle, and his little copy turned out to be five years old.

"Your mommy likes to eat Dongpo meat, but she doesn't like to eat fat, so every time your father bites off the fat, he leaves the lean meat for your mommy to eat...... Your mommy loves it. ”

"Besides, it's not disgusting, it's my husband and wife relationship with your mommy! Do you understand the mood? It's almost the same as flirting! ”

Feng Xinglang's explanation made Xueluo both moved and ashamed.

The little guy was stunned and looked at the piece of meat in Mommy's bowl: it was really lean meat, and it had been bitten off the fat.

"But why didn't I know that my mommy loved Dongpo meat?" The little one asked.

"Five years ago, you were a little tadpole." Feng Xinglang smiled softly.

"Papa, why is the little brother a little tadpole? What is that tuan? Little Princess Feng asked curiously.

"Four years ago, you were a tadpole too!" Feng Xinglang's pampered whispers.

Xueluo didn't want to eat the Dongpo meat that was about to be bitten off the fat. But the moment he raised his eyes, the snow fell to meet Lan Youyou's purpose of eating people.

I don't know what kind of psychology it is: the snow fell under Lan Youyou's gaze, and he ate the piece of Dongpo meat very calmly.

So, the second piece of Dongpo meat that had been bitten off the fat was sent from Feng Xinglang's chopsticks to the bowl where the snow fell.

Xue took a bite of rice and ate the piece of Dongpo meat again.

seems to verify Feng Xinglang's words: Kissing Mommy really likes to eat Dongpo meat that was bitten off by the bastard's father.

"Papa, Tuan Tuan wants to eat it too."

Cutie has the meaning of some people going crazy. On weekdays, small things rarely eat meat, but seeing that Nuno's mother eats so deliciously, she is also hungry to eat.

Feng Lixin immediately bit off a piece of Dongpo meat fat for his daughter, and then sent it to his daughter's small bowl. The cutie immediately ate it with joy.

"Nono, is there anything you like to eat at this table? If not, I asked Grandma Ann to keep doing it. ”

Feng Lixin asked in a warm voice.

"Big brother, don't bother Aunt An. Nono is not a picky eater and loves to eat everything. ”

Xueluo added a spoonful of carrot roasted beef brisket to his son.

But the little one only ate the brisket, but the carrot remained in the bowl.

"I love carrots. Whoever can leave the carrots for me to eat. ”

Feng Xinglang was playing tricks to please his son Lin Nuo, and at the same time sent his bowl over.

The little guy hurriedly put all the carrots he didn't eat into Feng Xinglang's bowl.

Xueluo really didn't expect Feng Xinglang to use such a naïve method to please his son Lin Nuo.

"Mommy Nono, can you let my little brother sleep with Tuan Tuan tonight?"

Feng Xiaotuantuan's question really asked the serious problem that the Feng family was facing at this moment.

Lan Youyou occupies the master bedroom on the second floor, which is the wedding room of Xueluo and Feng Xinglang, so where will Xueluo's mother and son sleep tonight?

Is it for Lan Yoyo to move out of the master bedroom on the second floor?

Will she say yes?

If she still occupies the master bedroom on the second floor, then what is Xueluo's mother and son in the Feng family?