"Wife, don't hang up anymore, listen to me finish talking......"

On the other end of the phone, Feng Xinglang's sincere and low-profile voice came. It's like a different person, and it's completely different from the arrogance and arrogance of his own deity.

"Hey, surnamed Feng, whose wife do you call? Kiss Mommy is mine! I'll marry her when I'm older! Don't scream! ”

Lin Nuo's child heard not only Feng Xinglang's voice coming from the mobile phone, but also boldly calling his kissing mommy 'wife', and the little guy was immediately unhappy.

It's my son Linno!

Feng Xinglang's whole person was excited. He suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, trying to stretch the phone as quietly as possible.

"Kiss my son," Feng Xinglang learned the tone of his son Lin Nuo's speech.

"Who wilt thou call kiss thy son? Don't call me that! I'm not your son! ”

The little guy was very unhappy with Feng Xinglang's sudden intimate name. He didn't buy Feng Xinglang's courtesy.

"Then what do you think I call you?"

Feng Xinglang's calm scheming is enough to throw off his son Lin Nuo for several streets. Before he knew it, he was pushing the boat and lengthening the conversation with his son.

Even if it was just such a gunpowder-flavored conversation, Feng Xinglang's heart was warm. I have never felt warm and down-to-earth.

The little guy was stunned for a moment, and then shouted very unceremoniously:

"Whatever you call me, I won't accept it! I'm at odds with you! ”

This naughty little temper is just the same as when I was a child. Feng Xinglang likes it tightly in his heart!

This is his own son of Feng Xinglang! Feng Xinglang really wanted to walk through his mobile phone, hold the little thing in his arms and kiss it hard, kiss it well.

"Hang up! You big bastard who bullied my kissing mommy! I'll ignore you! The little guy shouted mercilessly.

"Don't hang up! We haven't discussed our problems yet! ”

Feng Xinglang said tightly, "You can't marry your mother!" ”

"Why? You say no, can't you? Why should I listen to you? I have to marry my own mother! ”

The little guy really fell for the trick and began to argue with Feng Xinglang, the big bastard's father, over the topic of 'marrying Mommy'.

This is exactly what Feng Xinglang wants.

"We have to come first, don't we?" Feng Xinglang deliberately lengthened the topic, "I have already kissed your mommy to get the certificate!" So now...... She's my wife! My previous relationship with her was protected by law! ”

"What is a 'license'? Without my permission, my mommy can't be your wife! My mommy is mine, stop daydreaming! ”

The little guy hung up the phone with a slight anger. In order to prevent the bastard father from disturbing Mommy Xueluo again, the little guy first blacklisted his father's Feng Xinglang's mobile phone, and then turned off the phone together.

The conversation between father and son, Xueluo listened to it very clearly.

Feng Xinglang was stunned, and his son said a few more words to him. Xueluo could hear that Feng Xinglang was deliberately going around in circles with the little guy.

Perhaps, Feng Xinglang does love his own flesh and blood. His children, he cherishes indeed.

But no matter how you listen to it, this is all as long as your son doesn't want her rhythm!

Let's not talk about how the quarrel between Feng Xinglang and Hetun will continue, just because the Feng family already has Lan Youyou, as well as Feng Xinglang and her daughter Feng Tuantuan, she and her son Lin Nuo will never be able to go back to the Feng family.

Xueluo will not agree to Feng Xinglang to take his son Lin Nuo back!

What will be the consequences of taking it back? Let Lan Youyou be her stepmother to Lin Xueluo's son?

Xueluo can't even think of such a picture! What a horror it will be!

When his son Lin Nuo was still in his womb, he was already persecuted to death! Sending her child to Lan Yoyo's side again? Snowfall would rather stay with her children in Fort Pett for eternity.

"Mommy, that bastard was scolded by me!"

The little guy looked at Mommy's teary eyes again, "Was that bastard the one who made Mommy cry?" ”

Xueluo shook her head, hugged her son Lin Nuo tightly in her arms, and wept silently. But he didn't want his son to see it.

Feng Xinglang, who was hung up by his own son, was silent and gloomy.

"What, your low-profile sweet words didn't work?"

Feng Lixin, who was holding a small group of sleeping people on the side, lowered his voice and muttered.

Feng Xinglang's low profile was forced out by Feng Lixin.

He said that Xueluo's mother and son had suffered so much and suffered so many crimes, and what they wanted most was Feng Xinglang's appeased tenderness.

In other words, it's Feng Xinglang's sugar-coated cannonball!

When Xueluo hung up his phone for the first time, Feng Xinglang, who was originally violent, was once again pressed back by Feng Lixin.

Feng Lixin said: The low-profile tenderness is like water, and it must work for the kind snowfall!

But it didn't seem to work as well as he expected!

But it's not completely useless!

"At least you've been scolded for a few minutes! This is progress! With Xueluo's kindness, she will definitely forgive you! ”

Feng Lixin cheered Feng Xinglang up.

How can you say that Feng Xinglang suddenly became inferior? It turned out that Feng Lixin, a good-natured military officer, was supervising behind.

But it seems that Feng Xinglang can't wait!

He immediately pulled the needle from his arm and jumped up from the sick place.

The vertigo of the concussion struck, and he stumbled, almost failing to stand still.

"Xinglang, don't be tough, okay? Wait until you are well and then go to Hetun to ask for someone! You've been waiting for the past five years, but you can't wait for a few days? ”

Feng Lixin hurriedly put the sleeping cutie in his arms on the side of the escort, and stepped forward to support Feng Xinglang who was shaking.

But Feng Xinglang really can't wait!

He didn't want to wait even a second!

After going to Feng's house to get something, he rushed to the Jian brigade.

Repulse bay.

At dinner, Xueluo helped the chef set the table together.

He Tunshen sat on the Taishi's chair, habitually playing with the incomplete rosewood bracelet on his wrist.

This made Xueluo involuntarily think of Feng Xinglang's mother's relic, the rosewood box.

The wooden box is still with Yuan Duoduo. But she was in a terrible mood, and Xue didn't want to bother her anymore to help her find the wooden box. Let's put it there for now.

In fact, the wooden box is not important, what matters is the incomplete portrait inside.

The snow has fallen: the person in the painting is Hetun!

It's just that...... If Feng Xinglang's mother loves Hetun, why did she cheat on Feng Yishan?

And Feng Yishan is still a married man!

It's really hard for outsiders to talk about this emotional matter. Not all women can marry the man they love.

Xing Laoba walked in abruptly.

"Father-in-law, Feng Xinglang is here! I also brought two strips. Do you want to send it away? ”