"Oh no, father-in-law, my own father is here...... He doesn't seem to want to get you or me! ”

Seeing that his father Feng Xinglang, who was full of anger, was dragging Mommy Xueluo to approach him step by step, the little guy was still a little afraid.

"He's not going to make you up! If he really wants to make up for it...... The father-in-law made it up! ”

The stepfather stared intently at his own son who was approaching him step by step.

That feeling seems to be close at hand, and far away from the world. Hetun wanted to touch and hug, but he could only stop in place, licking his calves with deep affection, and just kept looking at his own child!

Hetun children! He Hetun is the child of his beloved woman Su He!

Both are in their thirties...... He has a handsome kingly demeanor, a sturdy physique, and an excellent and outstanding generation of the new upstart chaebol in Shencheng.

From the resentment that was once blinded by hatred, to the deep staring of the calf, Hetun felt like he had experienced an illusory nightmare. Fortunately, this nightmare woke up in time!

Feng Xinglang's gaze at Hetun was still full of anger. It's just that under this strong violent atmosphere, there seems to be more complex feelings hidden. I can't see clearly, and I can't figure it out.

"Nono, come here!"

Feng Xinglang lowered his voice. Heavy, from the depths of the throat.

At this moment, the little guy, like a child who had done something wrong, instinctively looked up at his stepfather Hetun. Seems to be asking.

Hetun dismounted and picked up the little one.

"Your father told you, go quickly!"

Hetun at this moment is not sharp; Instead, he chose to obey his own son's will and let his own grandson go back to his son's side. did not force his grandson to remain, nor did he confront his son Feng Xinglang.

"Goodbye, father."

The little guy knew that today's happy horseback riding trip was coming to an end, so he waved his little hand at Hetun, and then trotted all the way towards his own father Feng Xinglang.

Feng Xinglang is his own father, even if he is an angry bastard, the little guy will recognize it.

What's more, the bastard Feng Xinglang was still dragging Mommy Lin Xueluo in his hands.

He wouldn't let his own mommy bear the wrath of his bastard dad alone!

The little guy is always so able to bend and stretch to love his own dear mommy. It was not in vain that Xueluo risked his life again and again to save him in his belly, and went through hardships to give birth to the little thing.

The little guy took the initiative to come forward and grabbed his father Feng Xinglang's big hand.

"Feng Xinglang, don't you murder me and kiss Mommy, okay? It's your own son and I who are clamoring to come here to ride a horse, and it has nothing to do with kissing Mommy! ”

Hearing his son's words, Xueluo's heart throbbed slightly.

Feng Xinglang looked down at his child condescendingly, but did not say any words of reproach. With a bend, he lifted the little one off the ground.

"Hetun, as long as I have a breath of Feng Xinglang, I will give you back every atrocity you inflicted on me! In this life, either you die or I die! You and I don't share the day! ”

Every word, every word, is like a sharp sword, pointing directly at the heart of Hetun.

Especially the sentence 'either you die or I die'! Is it true that their father and son really want to share the sky?

Perhaps it wasn't until this moment that Hetun realized what a heinous mistake he had committed!

Maybe in this life, I can't get the forgiveness of my own son!

He Tun quietly looked at his own son who hissed fiercely at him, and slowly faded into a bleak smile.

"Okay, I'll wait for you!"

A faint, slightly hoarse response. The lion without sharp teeth, the arrogant aura still can't be ignored.

At this moment, Xueluo seemed to be able to understand the sharp helplessness and desolation in Hetun's heart.

In the end, Hetun still chose not to hurt his children more deeply!

A second ago, Xueluo was worried that Hetun would unscrupulously confess to Feng Xinglang that he was his father...... But in the next second, Xue Luo began to sympathize with Hetun.

"Xinglang, let's go. I'm not feeling well...... I want to go back! ”

The only thing Xueluo can do now is to call this angry man away and prevent him from confronting Hetun further. She was really worried that Feng Xinglang would hurt Hetun when his emotions were out of control.

Presumably, the current Hetun should not do any more bad deeds to destroy his own son!

Xueluo hugged one of Feng Xinglang's arms and used a gentle way to stop Feng Xinglang from continuing to step forward.

"Feng Xinglang's father, Mommy is not feeling well, let's go home!"

For the first time, the little guy called Feng Xinglang 'Daddy' so clearly, although he brought his name, it was much more beautiful than the bastard's father.

The little ones are smart. He also didn't want to see his bastard father get into a fight with his stepfather Hetun. Apparently his bastard father will suffer.

Feng Xinglang glanced at Hetun fiercely, then held his son in one hand and led his woman in the other hand towards the exit of the racecourse.

Seeing Feng Xinglang leave with the woman and the child without looking back, Hetun stood still for a long time, motionless.

Like a petrified sculpture!

"Father-in-law, are you alright?" Xing Twelve leaned over and asked softly.

Hetun didn't speak, just waved his hand slowly, indicating that he was fine.

But when he moved after a long time, I don't know if it was because of the bad qi and blood, his pace staggered, and he was supported by Xing Twelve by his side to stabilize his body.

"As long as Aaron's boy can get rid of his hatred...... I admit everything! He Tun sighed slightly.

"Father-in-law, this matter is not urgent. I believe that there will always be a day when you father and son will release their suspicions. ”

Xing Twelve is not comforting. But he is really eager for such a decadent and self-blaming Hetun.

A hero like Hetun, sweating and bleeding is nothing, if you shed tears......

How bleak that would be!

Feng Xinglang's long legs walked steadily, while Xueluo could only trot all the way to keep up with Feng Xinglang's pace.

"Dad, you go slowly, my mommy can't keep up with you."

The little guy is obviously selling cuteness. No matter how angry his bastard father is at this moment, the little guy's position of wanting to defend his own kiss mommy will not change.

It's a big deal to get beaten by yourself! Also protect your own dear mommy!

Under his son's reminder, Feng Xinglang's pace slowed down a little.

Xueluo looked at her son Lin Nuo gratefully, and raised a smiling face, wanting to comfort her son that he was fine.

Xueluo was dragged away by Feng Xinglang, and was stuffed into the car by him......

She is very cooperative and quite docile.