Obviously, Feng Xinglang didn't want to drink tea.

Especially in the face of Hetun.

But if Hetun really wanted to hide the little guy, the huge Pettburg was not something he could find if he wanted to find it.

Revisiting the old place, Feng Xinglang's mood was heavy.

A biological biological father almost beat his own son to death on his turf.

And the one who saved his life was his wife, who had been ashamed of him for more than five years, the woman named Lin Xueluo!

The woman was able to survive all the way and raise his son, and the hardships involved may only be more deeply experienced when she is immersed in the scene at this moment.

What kind of perseverance and perseverance supports women's dedication and dedication regardless of returns? !

Feng Xinglang knew that the woman missed her son, so he also drove him to speed up the pace of coming to Fort Pet. Even if he didn't want to see the person in front of him, he still came. Originally, he wanted to continue to snub and snub the wayward little things for a few days, but he couldn't bear the strong heartfelt longing of his woman for his son.

Therefore, this time I came to have a little bit of compromise.

For his woman, but also for his own children! These two people are worthy of his grievances once!

Feng Xinglang sat down, picked up the tea brewed in front of him, and took a sip.

Feng Xinglang's docility made Hetun feel very gratified.

seems to have seen the light of hope that he is going to turn his own son into a jade silk.

"Alang, Fifteen said that you like to eat mango shortbread, and I specially asked the cook to make more."

Hetun pushed the bamboo basket on the table to Feng Xinglang's hand, "It's just baked, you can taste it." ”

Unexpectedly, Feng Xinglang did not refuse Hetun's kindness, reached out and took a piece and threw it to Ba Song, who was vigilantly looking around.

Almost as a reflex, Ba Song grabbed it quickly, and the poor shortbread was instantly crushed into pieces.

Ba Song was slightly embarrassed. I really didn't expect Feng Xinglang to throw food at him.

"If you don't eat it, why do you crush it? What a waste! ”

It sounded like Feng Xinglang was a little speechless.

Or, he was just killing time, waiting for Hetun to take the initiative to hand over his son Lin Nuo.

He can break in. Presumably, Hetun will not stop him from turning Fort Pet upside down.

But he didn't!

Because he wanted his son to see a loving father.

With endless fatherly and maternal love, be a healthy and happy child.

Feng Xinglang suppressed the anger and dissatisfaction in his heart, and patiently waited for his son to appear.

Just take a shower, it shouldn't be too long.

But the trees want to be quiet, and the wind does not stop.

"Alang, last Friday was your mother's sacrifice day. Twenty-six years have passed. You must have been ** years old at the time."

With Hetun's broken thoughts, Feng Xinglang's handsome face began to slowly become gloomy. There seemed to be an invisible layer of frost that enveloped his whole being.

He can't get out by himself, and no one else can get in.

"Aaron, I'm really sorry. It was I who was blinded by hatred, causing your mother and son to suffer, not to mention, and almost taking my own life! ”

"Alang, in this life, Dad doesn't ask you for forgiveness. Daddy doesn't have this face either."

The more He Tun talked, the more emotional he became, the more he talked, the more engaged he became, and he had already begun to call himself his father.

"Aaron, Dad just wants you to live a little happier, a little happier. Then Dad will have nothing to ask for in this life! ”

Hetun's confession became more and more sensational.

Seeing this, he almost came forward to hug his son Feng Xinglang, and then the father and son hugged and cried.

Feng Xinglang's facial muscles trembled stiffly, and a certain emotion that had been suppressed seemed to burst out in the next second.

Scolding Hetun angrily?

Or beat him up in a-for-tat?

can't vent the hurt and humiliation he has suffered!

Feng Xinglang's chest rose and fell sharply because of the hatred accumulated there, and it seemed that it had been burned again.

But what he said was a different story.

"Let the past pass! What about Nono? You should have taken a shower, right? ”

Feng Xinglang said calmly. At least on the surface, it's calm.

"Aaron, you can think so, Dad is really happy! Your big mind really makes my father ashamed. ”

Hetun seemed to have taken it seriously, and he repented vigorously.

"It's been so long, why hasn't Nono come out yet?"

"Twelve, go and see if fifteen is washed?"

Under Feng Xinglang's reminder again, Hetun pretended to turn his head sideways and asked Shang Xing Twelve.

I don't know if Hetun has seen it: his son Feng Xinglang's mind is not shooting with him at all. He was full of hearts, and there was only his own son, Feng Linnuo.

"Father-in-law, as soon as the fifteenth brother is washed, he should come out immediately. Tonight, three generations of your grandparents and grandchildren are in the same house, and you must be faster than anyone else. ”

There is an extremely unfriendly Ba Song, and of course Xing Twelve will not leave Hetun an inch.

"Xing Twelve, if your father-in-law asks you to go, you will go, what are you rubbing? Don't you take your stepfather seriously? ”

Feng Xinglang's backlash made Xing Twelve have no way back.

"Twelve, go and urge your fifteenth brother. There's Lao Jiu here. ”

Hetun followed the meaning of his son Feng Xinglang and urged Xing Twelve beside him.

Old Nine?

Didn't this Xing Laojiu be cut off by Cong Gang and then disposed of by Hetun?

Feng Xinglang subconsciously looked at the man in Tang costume behind Hetun: he obviously had a Western face, but he deliberately dressed himself up! No matter how you look at it, it's a little nondescript.

Seeing that this guy has sound limbs, it shouldn't be the original Xing Laojiu

Could it be that Hetun, a wicked man, has accepted a new righteous son?

Those who are about to fall into the ground, do they still need to collect so many minions?

Hetun glanced at Xing Twelve, and Xing Twelve turned to leave. didn't forget to stare at Ba Song fiercely.

And the Tang costume man behind Hetun immediately took two steps forward and maintained a relatively offensive and defensive close range with Hetun.

"Aaron, you and Fifteen have a good rest here tonight, and go to your mother's grave tomorrow morning. It's just that the snow didn't fall, it's a pity. ”

Feng Xinglang did not answer Hetun's words. The knobby hand creaked.

"If you don't stay here for a few more days, I'll let the eighth escort Xueluo over, and our family will have a good reunion."

I have to say that the more I think about this river, the more beautiful it becomes.

Do you really think that your son Feng Xinglang forgave him like this? And then the family is happy?

He could really think!

I dare to think about it!

Feng Xinglang didn't want to say anything. Just stared at the tea in front of him with deep eyes.

The amber tea retains the clarity of the water and the purity of the tea.

fell in the eyes of Hetun, thinking that it was the acquiescence of his own son. "Remake a cup of hot tea for Aaron."

Because of the love of his daughter-in-law Lin Xueluo and grandson Fifteen for Xing Shiv, Hetun finally left a benevolent memory for Xing Shiv, who was seriously injured.

Under the advanced medical treatment created by a lot of money, and because of his youth, Xing Shishi recovered quickly. I can already accompany Xiao Fifteen to do simple eating, drinking and having fun.

Because of his cousin's identity and Lin Nuo's children's stay in Fort Pete these days, Xing Shishi will not be abandoned, but will be taken care of very carefully and meticulously.

Not every seriously injured son can be cared for so mercifully!

Lin Nuo's children didn't know that their father Feng Xinglang would come today. has been sullen in the huge indoor pool.

Swimming with the little one all the time, there is also a crowing gray dolphin. It was the pet that Hetun had just found for the little thing.

Xing Twelve watched from the shore for a while, and only appeared after hearing instructions from the headset on how his stepfather Hetun hadn't come yet.

"Fifteen, your bastard daddy is here."

With this, the little thing that sank in the swimming pool immediately bubbled out of the water.

"Old Twelve, you lied to me again!"

Why use it? It's all because of the last time Xing Twelve was annoyed by the little thing and went crazy.

"Your father is waiting in the living room! Believe it or not! ”

After Xing Twelve dropped these words, he walked away. He really couldn't rest assured that Ba Song.

The little guy was stunned for a few seconds, and then, in the spirit of believing what he had, quickly jumped out of the water and climbed ashore.

"Fifteen, wipe your body dry first."

Xing Shishi, who was still carrying a spinal fixation device, immediately chased after him with a bath towel.

But I didn't catch up with a heart that misses my father!

"Bastard Feng Xinglang, if you haven't come this time, I will definitely not forgive you!"

"Those who deceive children are all big bad guys!"

The little guy was complaining and running all the way.

"Nonono?"

Feng Xinglang chased after his son's voice.

It's really a bastard daddy!

The little guy who was out of breath froze in place when he saw his father Feng Xinglang who was rushing towards him.

Feng Xinglang picked up the shirtless little guy from the ground, hugged him tightly in his arms, and kissed him messily.

"Nuno good son, my father is here! I'm here to pick you up! ”

It wasn't until he felt his father's real embrace that the little thing believed that all this was true.

"Feng Xinglang, why are you here?! Don't you even want me as your own son? ”

The little guy snorted aggrievedly, and his big watery eyes blinked a few times, and tears rolled out.

"Why, you are more precious than your father's life!"

Feng Xinglang kissed his son's little face, kissed and rubbed over and over again, rubbed and kissed again.

Looking at the father and son who hugged each other and were intimate, Hetun's heart could be described as mixed.

He could feel his son Xing Lang's deep love for his grandson, and he was also guilty that he couldn't give his son such a fatherly love.

It's not so much that he was framed by someone, but that his love is too paranoid and manic.

But before Hetun was generous, the style of painting in front of him suddenly changed.

Feng Xinglang took off his coat and wrapped his son Feng Linnuo tightly inside. Then, without looking back, he walked towards the living room door.

"Ba Song, let's go! Whoever stops and cuts whom! ”