Lin Nuo's children's pot lid really amazed Xing Twelve.

The original little gentleman and Xiao Zhengtai are gone, and there is an indecent old man.

And that's not all!

The key is that with the movement of the little guy's head, the pot lid fluttered up one by one, stupid and cute.

"Fifteen, where's your mother?" He Tun asked solemnly.

It seems that he doesn't care what kind of haircut the little guy gets. Or perhaps, he knows everything about Lin Xueluo's intentions.

"Mommy is not feeling well and can't go with her."

The little guy's words made Hetun frown slightly.

Because tonight, Hetun is looking forward to seeing: when Lin Xueluo appeared in front of Feng Xinglang with Xiao Fifteen in his arms, what a shocked and shocked expression Feng Xinglang would be!

"Your mother is fine during the day, how can you say that if you are not feeling well, you will not feel well? Twelve, go and call a doctor. ”

"Don't want your father-in-law, you just let Mommy rest at home. I don't like being followed by Mommy the most, I'm not comfortable at all! ”

Of course, the little guy also knows that Mommy Xueluo is pretending to be sick.

Because Xueluo really didn't want to go to the banquet. But Xueluo knew that he couldn't stop Hetun, so he could only take his son Lin Nuo to Hetun.

Hetun did not insist. After all, Little Fifteen is the protagonist tonight. Lin Xueluo is just a foil.

It's okay if Lin Xue can't fall, so that he can control the little guy's words and deeds more freely.

They all walked out of the villa gate, but the little one paused. Thinking of something, he turned around and ran into the villa.

When he came out again, he had a well-made bow and crossbow in his hand. This is specially made by Hetun for Yizi Fifteen. Although it is small and lightweight, it is not less lethal.

The reason why I went back to get the bow and crossbow was because the little guy heard Xing Laoba say: At tonight's dinner, he will meet his biological father Feng Xinglang. How could this great opportunity be missed?

Seeing the bow and crossbow in the little guy's hand, Hetun smiled knowingly: It seems that the meeting between father and son tonight should not be too monotonous and boring!

Three riot trucks drove out of Repulse Bay without hurry.

The little guy sat on Hetun's lap and was silently staring at the bow and crossbow in his hand.

"Fifteen, when you arrive at the clubhouse in a while, do you want your father-in-law to lead you in, or do you want me to go in? Or, let the old twelve lead you? ”

Hetun was in a good mood tonight, so he patiently asked the somewhat sullen Lin Nuo children.

The little guy pursed his mouth and thought for a while, "Father-in-law, carry me in!" I want my stepfather to hold it! ”

It seems that the picture of Feng Xinglang holding the little girl doll tightly appeared in the little guy's mind again. was afraid that the little girl would catch a cold, so he took off his coat and wrapped the little girl......

The little girl has a father who hurts and a father who hugs, and he also has a father-in-law who loves her father-in-law!

The little girl has it, and he Lin Nuo also has it!

"Good! Then it's decided, and in a while, the righteous father will walk in with you in his arms! ”

He Tun shook the little thing in his arms with his legs, and rubbed his little face with his slightly bearded chin.

From beginning to end, Hetun didn't ask the little guy why he brought a bow and crossbow!

Faintly, he could smell the little anger that the little guy had. The anger of wanting to get justice for Mommy Lin Xueluo!

Such a start, quite good!

Exactly what Hetun was expecting!

This casual club is unremarkable, but it is luxurious.

It's a gray area!

Neither black nor white, so to speak, is a buffer zone and transition zone between black and white.

The people in the yamen are even more worried that Hetun will be chaotic in Shencheng!

Because of Hetun's identity, they can't afford to mess with it.

The entire leisure club was covered by Hetun.

Ye Shinian, who was dressed up, became a well-dressed bird. Seeing that Hetun hadn't arrived yet, he plunged into the flowers and started his journey tonight.

And tonight's Feng Xinglang is quite different.

He didn't talk to those dignitaries, nor did he go to those black-headed and white-headed characters.

Just tasting the food.

And Yan Bang stayed by Feng Xinglang's side and watched him eat one by one.

"Good appetite tonight...... Nervous? ”

Yan Bang took a sip of red wine and asked.

"Yes! I was so nervous that I almost forgot my last name! ”

Feng Xinglang let out a cold humor, picked up a piece of pastry and blocked Yan Bang's mouth.

Yan Bang seemed a little flattered. He bit the piece of pastry, and at the same time bit Feng Xinglang's finger.

"Sorry! I'm nervous too! Yan Bang quipped.

Feng Xinglang gave Yan Bang a cold look, and then continued to taste all kinds of food.

He was really nervous.

If you are nervous that you can't control yourself, you will slaughter Hetun in front of the public!

"Coming, coming......"

With the uproar of everyone, Feng Xinglang glanced in the direction of the red carpet.

After five years, Hetun is still so strong and strong. The real Hun almost came out of his clothes.

It's just that he is holding a ...... in his arm Little milk baby?

Looks like he's only about five years old: with a stupid pot lid on his head; A pair of big eyes are full of pride on the shoulders of giants.

"I'm a little sister...... Could it be that the little milk bag in Hetun's arms is his fifteenth son? ”

Ye Shinian had a strong feeling of being deceived. Originally, he thought that Hetun's Yizi Fifteen should be a very beneficial character!

Why didn't I expect it to be just a little milk bun?

It seems that Yan Bang was also stunned for a moment, and said wittily: "Does Hetun want to open a nursery?" ”

Feng Xinglang kept staring at Xiao Fifteen in Hetun's arms.

My heart throbbed inexplicably, and I always felt as if I had seen this little milk baby somewhere.

It wasn't until Feng Xinglang saw Xing Twelve behind Hetun that he realized that he seemed to have fallen into a new round of conspiracy in Hetun.

Feng Xinglang had met Xing Twelve. And more than once.

Suddenly, Feng Xinglang thought of the 'little brother' who had nagged in Tuan Tuan's mouth. Now it seems that it should be the little milk baby in Hetun's arms.

In the midst of a group of compliments, Hetun walked straight to Feng Xinglang with the little fifteen in his arms.

Not knowing what Hetun wanted, Yan Bang subconsciously moved closer to Feng Xinglang's side.

When he saw Feng Xinglang, the little guy just glanced at it in a hurry, then turned his head away, hugged Hetun's neck tightly with both hands, and buried his little head in Hetun's shoulder socket.

seems to have an inferiority complex, so that the little guy doesn't dare, and he is unwilling to face Feng Xinglang.

"Fifteen, call this uncle quickly. This uncle is very sinister, I heard that he didn't die after being hit by three bullets! ”

Hetun slightly broke the little guy's body and let him face Feng Xinglang.

At the same time, it is also convenient for Feng Xinglang to see the little guy more carefully.