Xing Ba was eating breakfast, and he was eating it quite slowly.

He clearly felt a small trouble coming towards him, step by step.

ham, half in the mouth, half almost in the throat; Xing Ba swallowed the food in his mouth stiffly.

It didn't taste good.

Enjoying food and filling your stomach mechanically are two completely different states of mind.

"Eighth, open the door, my fairy tale book was forgotten in the basement."

The little guy's voice had a hint of coquettishness, and this time it didn't have the fierceness of a fox and a fake tiger.

"Fifteen, you must know that although your father-in-law is not at home, he will always have other ways to know everything that is happening at home."

Xing Ba's voice was low. It was so low that only the little fifteen who was close to him could hear clearly.

"If you don't tell your father-in-law, won't you?" The little guy asked rhetorically.

Xing Ba shook his head with a sigh, "Father-in-law doesn't trust anyone, he only believes in his own eyes!" ”

It seems that the little guy still doesn't understand.

In fact, Hetun is making the final game with Feng Xinglang.

Hetun wants to see: can his adoptive father beat his biological father Feng Xinglang!

And Feng Xinglang seems to be doing such a game with Hetun:

It was the family affection that blood was thicker than water that finally saved their father-son relationship;

Or is Hetun, the adoptive father, better in his son's mind?

Therefore, Hetun let the little guy develop the father-son relationship with Feng Xinglang.

It's okay to be controllable, but if it develops to an uncontrollable level, what it will bring to Feng Xinglang will only be a catastrophe.

And for the mother and son of Xueluo, the prospects will not be too good.

"Nuonuo, don't pester your starling, go back to the study and wait for the teacher. The teacher is almost there. ”

Xing Ba's sentence 'Father-in-law doesn't trust anyone, he only believes in his own eyes', Xueluo can still understand it.

On the surface, Hetun is unconcerned, but he will listen to this family in many ways.

After lunch, the snow fell and sent the teacher away.

And Lin Nuo was also entangled with Xing Ba.

Looking at the little guy's bulging pockets, Xing Ba's brows frowned: Is this father's charm really as magical as the legend?

Where is this to get his fairy tale book back, he obviously wants to go into the basement to bring food to Feng Xinglang's bastard father! Of course, Xing Ba seeing it is equivalent to not seeing it!

Anyway, he also received the order: let Lin Xueluo's mother and son develop a relationship with Feng Xinglang!

Although his stepfather Hetun said so, Xing Ba could still feel the silent coldness in his father-in-law's eyes!

For Xueluo's mother and son: the more cordial they are to Feng Xinglang, the more they are equivalent to digging their own graves.

So, after enjoying the little guy's coquettishness for a while, Xing Ba opened the door to the basement.

Actually, chocolate chips are a really good thing.

Not only sweet and warm, but also high calorie can maximize the energy needed by the body.

It's just that every time Feng Xinglang eats one, he doesn't feel good in his heart. I didn't want to eat more!

He could feel that his children loved him.

Even though he had abandoned him twice, the little thing still had a heart of hope and longing for his father's love.

The darkness in his eyes gave Feng Xinglang time to think.

There is no imaginary restlessness, but surprisingly peaceful.

When he heard the sound of the door being opened again, Feng Xinglang jumped up from the board and slammed his body into the iron fence, blocking his steps to rush to his son Lin Nuo's side.

"Nono ......"

Feng Xinglang's voice was happy and relieved. But he was dyed with the hoarseness after dehydration.

Because the wound on his hand could not be treated with medicine, Feng Xinglang's body seemed to be already starting to heat up.

"I'm here to get my fairy tale book!"

The little guy explained his intentions. But his eyes were deeply attached to Feng Xinglang's body.

"Oh, then you can get it."

Feng Xinglang did not hand over the fairy tale book, but placed it on the ground inside the iron fence.

The little one needs to come close to get it.

Feng Xinglang half-squatted, staring at his son who was slowly approaching him; A slight smile curled up on his chapped lips, slowly rippling across the pale face of Jun.

"Nono, you can come to see Dad, Dad is really happy......"

Feng Xinglang's voice was so hoarse that he almost only left his mouth. But his eyes were full of deep love for his son.

"It's all said: I'm just here to get my fairy tale book!"

It seems that the little guy doesn't want to admit that he came in to see his bastard daddy.

Feng Xinglang no longer made a sound, but hugged his son Lin Nuo tightly in his arms.

"Nono, Daddy loves you...... I've always loved you! ”

Feng Xinglang's voice was deep and hoarse, and only their father and son could hear it.

But because of the restraint of the handcuffs, such a hug is not enjoyable and not very comfortable; But the little guy was still intoxicated by the way the bastard kissed father embraced.

In fact, he was not completely intoxicated, at least he wittily stuffed the food in his pocket into Feng Xinglang's pocket.

Five minutes later, the little one came out of the basement with the fairy tale book in his arms.

Xing Ba thought with a big brain: In this fairy tale book, is there a blood book of Feng Xinglang?

For example, write a paragraph: 'Wife, I was wrong; I've always loved you all the time.

So, Xing Ba stretched his foot slightly, and tripped over Xiao Fifteen, who was full of caution.

It didn't hit the little one, but the fairy tale book was thrown far away.

Xing Laoba picked up the fairy tale book first.

Turning the page quickly, the blood book was not seen, which more or less made Xing Ba a little disappointed.

But I saw a small piece of yellowed and raw paper fall from it.

Xing Laoba's speed was extremely fast, and he grabbed the small piece of paper in front of the little guy, and looked at it upside down: he saw that it was a color ultrasound picture, but he couldn't see what was on the picture.

"What's that?"

"With your IQ, I can't understand it!"

The little guy stood on tiptoe and quickly snatched the small color ultrasound picture from Xing Ba's hand.

This little picture, the little guy has seen it.

That's what the little guy saw in the safe of his father, Feng Xinglang's president's office.

My father is very precious.

"Can you read it?"

Xing Ba asked rhetorically. Even he couldn't understand it, and he was a little pat kid who could understand it, and it was really a dog!

The little guy didn't bother to talk to Xing Bamo, but picked up the fairy tale book, grabbed the small picture in his hand, and rushed towards Mommy's snowy room like a cheetah.

"Mommy, this is from your bastard daddy! Take a look. ”

The little guy panted and held up the small picture in his hand to Mommy Xueluo.

When Xueluo saw the small color ultrasound picture, she was stunned for a few seconds, and then burst into tears......