Looking at his carefree son Lin Nuo, who was happily playing with Xing Twelve, Xueluo couldn't help but sigh slightly.

Undoubtedly, this time the tiger returned to the mountain, and he was too willful!

If the love between her husband Feng Xinglang and herself is not firm enough, wouldn't it be a stone to shoot yourself in the foot?

Feng Xinglang, Feng Xinglang, a stinky man who owes a beating, why don't you come yet!

Are you trying to force me Lin Xueluo to slap herself in the face?

Or have you been reminiscing about your old relationship with Lan Youyou?!

If that's the case, she doesn't want this man!

The servants were already setting the table.

Without exception, almost all of them are loved by Xing Nuo's children, Hetun's grandson.

The names of Lin Nuo's children are also ever-changing.

In Repulse Bay, Hetun and his righteous sons would call the little guy Little Fifteen, the big name Xing Nuo;

In the Feng family, his father Feng Xinglang, and Steward Mo will call the little guy Nuo Nuo, and the big name is Feng Linnuo;

In kindergarten, Lin Nuo's child continued the surname with his mother Lin Xueluo, and his name was Lin Nuo.

The children like to call him Lin Nuonuo, which seems to sound more cute.

For these nicknames and big names with different styles, Lin Nuo's children are happy to accept them.

He said yes to whatever it was called.

For small things, it's just a name!

It's like naming your dog Sixteen!

"Fifteen, it's time for dinner. Wash your hands. ”

Hetun called out to the little ones in the wilderness in the living room.

But the mood of the snow falling is becoming more and more cloudy.

Xueluo is really afraid that she will lose!

Knowing that a woman shows affection to other women, it is a very lo behavior. But even if it's such a very lo behavior, I'm afraid I'm going to lose!

Snowfall has begun to regret it. I regret that I have no brains for my impulsiveness!

Why don't you take your son and take the initiative to go back to the family?

But if she sees that Feng Xinglang and Lan Youyou have returned to the Feng family and are enjoying themselves, then where should she Lin Xueluo go?

Xueluo really wants to slap herself with a big mouth!

What kind of love do you want to die like this?

A smart woman will not make the relationship between husband and wife have to be clear.

Isn't it good to live a life in a mess?

I've been confused for so many years, and then I'm confused, isn't it the same?

Why do you want to block yourself!

"Mommy, this lean meat is for you, and my own son has already helped you bite off the fat."

Lin Nuo's child sent a piece of Dongpo meat that had been bitten off the belt meat part to Mommy's bowl.

Father Feng Xinglang is so flattering to Mommy, the little guy learns well.

"Thank you, son."

The snow fall is relieved and heartwarming.

With her husband not around, she has fallen to the point where she wants her 6-year-old son to chew on fat.

The little one is growing his body. Under the rotation feeding of Hetun and Xing Twelve, the little thing has been eating nonsense all the time.

Xueluo ate very little, and kept chewing slowly counting the rice grains in the bowl without a bite.

It wasn't until Lin Nuo's children had eaten enough that Xing Ba walked in from outside the living room door.

"Fifteen, your father is here."

"My own father? Is it Feng Xinglang? Why did you come to pick up your wife and children so late? ”

The little guy turned on the little tsundere mode, and the corners of his mouth rose arrogantly: "Then let him wait outside!" ”

The mood of the snow falling, from the bitterness of waiting for her husband, to the sudden brightness at this time, the nostalgia of a girlish roller coaster!

But after hearing his son Lin Nuo's dissatisfaction, Xueluo still chose to be reserved and acquiesced in his son's proposal to let his father 'wait well'. It's also a little piece of advice for men to come late.

Xing Ba was silent for a moment, watched his father-in-law Hetun put down the dishes and chopsticks after eating, and took a sip of tea before he continued unhurriedly: "Feng Xinglang seems to have been waiting for more than an hour. ”

"What? More than an hour? ”

Xueluo jumped up directly from the dining table, "Then why didn't you say it earlier?" ”

Xing Ba was silent.

"Nono, come with Mommy."

Xue Luo stepped forward and picked up his son directly from the chair.

"Bring this to my own dad!"

The little guy grabbed the two garlic ribs left on the plate in his hand. I remember that my father Feng Xinglang is also a carnivore like himself.

"Fifteen, there's still a kitchen. Ask the cook to repack it. ”

The grandson feels sorry for his own father; Of course, Hetun felt more sorry for his own son.

"No need! Just let Feng Xinglang eat half full! I don't have the strength to murder me and my mommy! ”

This son is indeed his own.

When the little thing said this, he had already been dragged out of the villa hall by Mommy Xueluo. It seems that they can't wait to see the man who has been waiting for their mother and son for more than an hour.

Seeing the snow fall and the mother and son leaving, Hetun glared at Xing Ba with a slight light.

"You really made Aaron wait outside for more than an hour?"

"Isn't it so that you can have a full meal with your grandson accompanied by your stepfather!"

Xing Ba replied weakly. It's hard for him to be filial.

On the days when there is no little fifteen to accompany him, Hetun will only fill some food symbolically at each meal, and he will not have any appetite.

After a slight pause, Xing Ba jumped away from the topic again, "But looking at Feng Xinglang's emotions, it seems to be quite deep." When he saw me, he didn't scream or shout, just waited outside silently. ”

He Tun pouted, "That kid shouldn't be dissatisfied with me because I let go of Lao Qi, right?" ”

Hetun's father is also super heartfelt. is always concerned about his own son's every move, as well as the ups and downs of emotions.

"It's possible! It seems that Feng Xinglang doesn't agree with his father-in-law, you let Lan Youyou go like this! ”

Xing Ba understands Feng Xinglang, but he doesn't seem to know much about it.

"Xueluo has opened her mouth to beg me, for the sake of her giving birth to Alang fifteen, I have to sell her face anyway, right?"

Hetun sighed slightly, thinking about something, "By the way, old eight, how old is fourteen this year?" ”

"Seventeen, I guess." Xing Ba responded.

"Well, let him out. You take him for a while. ”

"Good father-in-law!"

Xueluo held his son Lin Nuo's little hand, almost with wind under his feet.

"Mommy, slow down! It's also right to let the bastard Feng Xinglang wait for his wife and children, you are too unreserved! ”

The little guy doesn't really understand the word 'reserved'.

I feel that I am not reserved, which should be similar to not being serious, hippie smiley, etc.

Da Duoduo often says this about his dear mother.

Xueluo can't care about any reserve anymore.

This inhuman Xing Ba, how could he let Feng Xinglang wait outside for so long?

Through the faint street lamp, Xueluo saw the man leaning on the door frame of the Porsche.

The tall and muscular physique, which is slightly hazy, adds a touch of mysterious charm or sense under the shroud of the lamp.

The man stared deeply at the mother and son, watching them approach him step by step.

"Feng Xinglang, the garlic pork ribs you brought. But my own son saved it for you to eat! ”

Selling cute work, the little guy is more and more skillful.

The little guy flew over, hugged his father Feng Xinglang's waist with one hand, and grabbed two rib strips with the other hand, and raised them high in front of Feng Xinglang's eyes.

"Eat it, it's still hot."

Looking at his son's greasy little hand, Feng Xinglang did not dislike it.

It's just that the ribs were taken from Hetun......

"My father is not hungry, my son can eat it by himself."

Feng Xinglang picked up the little thing from the ground and hugged it in his arms.

"Nono, don't get grease stains on your dad's clothes."

Xueluo scolded slightly.

"My father won't dislike me!"

The little guy deliberately kissed Feng Xinglang with his greasy mouth,

"Feng Xinglang, will you dislike me?"

"Of course not."

"Then you can take a bite!"

The little guy reluctantly fed the rib strips to Feng Xinglang's mouth.

His son's hospitality and filial piety, Feng Xinglang no longer refused, so he opened his mouth and took a symbolic bite.

"The taste is too inferior, not as good as half of what your grandmother An makes."

"But I think it's delicious!"

Seeing that his father didn't like to eat, the little guy began to gnaw on himself.

"Xinglang, I'm sorry to keep you waiting so long."

Xue Luo snuggled over, grabbed one of Feng Xinglang's arms, and leaned on the man's shoulder.

"I didn't have to wait long. Let's get in the car. ”

Feng Xinglang grabbed the woman's waist and opened the car door for the woman.

The snow fell and smelled the strong smell of smoke on the man's body.

No blame, no inquiry. It's as if nothing had happened.

With such a husband, Xueluo is flustered: Is Feng Xinglang hiding his emotions?

The Porsche drives slowly under the neon lights.

Until the well-fed and playful little one fell asleep in Mommy's arms.

It's not a driving path to the Feng family.

Glancing at his sleeping son in his wife's arms, Feng Xinglang slowly parked the car on a side road by the park.

"The snow is falling, let's get out of the car and talk."

"Oh. Good. ”

Feng Xinglang flattened the seat a little to make the little one sleep more comfortable.

The night breeze, which faded away the impetuousness and heat of the day, blew on the cheeks, slightly cool.

The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, revealing the man's strong arms.

"My eldest brother took Tuan Tuan back to Feng's house."

Feng Xinglang opened his mouth in a deep voice.

"Oh......" Xue Luo snorted, which she expected.

Then, there was the silence of each other.

"You don't have anything to say to me?"

The man turned around and stared deeply at the woman shrouded in black: her face was still beautiful, but it had faded from its former purity, and there was an extra layer of mask trying to hide herself.

Xueluo sighed slightly and decided to be honest.

"I helped your eldest brother intercede today and fished out Lan Youyou from Hetun's hands! You already know that, right? I thought you would praise me for being reasonable, thoughtful and virtuous! I didn't expect you to have a cold face! ”

"Alas......"

Xueluo let out a long sigh, "I know you're blaming me: why don't you leave this chance to save beauty as a hero!" ”

"Lin Xueluo, there are two big 'stupid' written on the door of your head, do you know it yourself?"