Seeing that Xiao Fifteen was really holding the hand of his father Feng Xinglang, and when the father and son walked into the living room of the villa at the same time, the expression on Hetun's resolute face could be described as changing rapidly!

It seems that he didn't expect Feng Xinglang to really walk in to see him!

Is this to forgive him for the rhythm of this father?

Joy, emotion, guilt......

Have mixed feelings about!

Hetun actually took the initiative to stand up, leaned slightly to welcome the arrival of Feng Xinglang's father and son.

He stared deeply at his own son, who resembled the woman in front of him: a tall posture, a muscular physique, and deep facial features......

and the innate kingly demeanor, how similar he is to Xing Mu! Why didn't you find out?!

didn't say anything about wronging that woman, but also hurt his own children and tormented his own heart!

In Feng Xinglang's eyes, what Hetun saw was still hatred, resistance, and deep rejection.

"Aaron...... There you are? Have a seat. ”

Hetun still couldn't help but call Feng Xinglang 'Alang', because he really couldn't add another man's surname to call his son.

originally wanted to shout 'Xing Lang', but when the words came to his lips, he finally turned into a gentle and loving 'Ah Lang'.

Feng Xinglang's cold eyes swept over Hetun's gentle face, and his gaze fell on Xing Ba, who was beside Hetun.

If you don't count the servants who serve tea and pour water, there are only Hetun and Xing Ba in the living room.

Hetun thought that sealing Lang Rank's entry into his residence was the first step for their father and son to reconcile;

But he didn't expect that the reason why Feng Xinglang came in was because of his ulterior purpose.

Feng Xinglang was not restrained, nor was he overly resistant, but naturally sat down opposite Hetun.

It is very close to Hetun, only about two meters away.

And this distance has brought a lot of pressure to Xing Ba. Standing behind the Hetun sofa, he took a step closer.

The old twelve are not there, and he is taking on the responsibility of protecting his father-in-law Hetun.

Although in the side hall, Xing Er and his close bodyguards are still hidden. The two of them are always waiting for an opportunity.

"Eighth child, Feng Xinglang is here, you can confront him!"

In front of the righteous brothers, the little guy never knew what 'politeness' was.

Even if it was Hetun's purposeful pampering at the beginning, it has now become an unprincipled doting.

From birth, little things are destined to have a noble identity and bloodline, and will be pampered by people and others.

"Fifteen, on one side is your father, on the other side is our father-in-law, where are you standing?"

Xing Ba was good-natured and played with the little guy.

You must know that his purpose is to delay time, so that Xing Twelve and them can succeed smoothly.

"No matter which side it is, as long as it hurts my dear mommy, it is my Lin Nuo's enemy!"

The little guy's position is very firm: Mommy Lin Xueluo will always be at the top of the important list.

Not one of them!

"What a dutiful son! There are children who have mothers who hurt, and they envy me to death! ”

Xing Ba chatted with Lin Nuo's children without saying a word.

"Xing Laoba, hurry up and return my mommy to me! Otherwise, I would have to let my father-in-law smash your P shares! You can't sit in a chair, you can't sleep! ”

The little guy said ruthlessly. With his father and stepfather here, he is even more fearless.

"Do you want to smash P shares? Oh my God, so terrifying? It would hurt so much! For the sake of our brothers' good relationship, can you not let my stepfather beat my P shares? ”

Xing Ba followed the little guy's wishes and deliberately satisfied his little hypocrisy.

"It's okay if you don't fight! Hurry up and tell me where my mommy is hidden! I'll let my father-in-law spare you!" ”

The little guy looked arrogant and proudly glared at Xing Ba, who was much taller than him.

"Nono, go to the kitchen and pour your dad a cup of coffee! The kind that wants to be freshly ground! ”

Feng Xinglang has been avoiding Hetun's gaze that stares deeply at him; He turned his head sideways and said to his son, who was shouting at Xing Ba.

"Freshly ground coffee?" The little guy was stunned for a moment.

"Hmmm! You go to the kitchen to supervise the servant, see the whole grinding process clearly, don't give him a chance to poison your own father! ”

Feng Xinglang urged the little guy, "Go quickly, my father is thirsty!" ”

Isn't it okay to drink tea when you're thirsty? What do you have to drink freshly ground coffee?

Although the little one was not happy with 10,000, he went into the kitchen with the friendship of the landlord and called the servant to grind coffee.

In fact, Feng Xinglang's intention is obvious:

Because the next scene will be inappropriate for children, he will support his 5-year-old son in advance. Feng Xinglang is not thirsty. I don't want to thirst for Hetun coffee in Repulse Bay.

"Hetun, I said: 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! ”

Feng Xinglang lowered his voice, but the first word was exceptionally clear.

It's like swearing your own promises with your own life.

"So what are you waiting for? Now, let's wrap it up! ”

Hetun is also a cheerful person. He knew very well that everything he had done to Feng Xinglang was innumerable. It is even more unforgivable.

With a 'click', a delicate pistol was buckled on the table by Hetun.

This pistol was Hetun's personal belongings, and he carried it with him for many years.

"There are three bullets in here, count me back the three you have! As for the flesh and skin that you suffer...... Look at it! ”

The decisiveness of a generation of heroes, the courage to act without dragging mud and water.

"Father-in-law......"

Xing Ba exclaimed in surprise and stepped forward to snatch the gun; But someone moves faster than him.

Feng Xinglang, who was sitting opposite the river, wanted to take advantage of the distance.

Originally, he had already groped for the dagger at his waist, and when he saw Hetun take the initiative to shoot a gun, it was simply a 'charcoal in the snow'.

Feng Xinglang snatched the gun before Xing Ba;

At the same time, the muzzle of the gun was pressed against Hetun's head.

"No one is allowed to hurt him!" The river roared.

In this villa, except for the domestic servants and the 5-year-old Lin Nuo's children, the rest of the people, whether it is the speed of drawing the gun or the marksmanship, must be above Feng Xinglang.

But with Hetun's roar, they all paused.

"Xing Ba, call Xing Twelve! Let him come back with someone in a hurry! Otherwise, he won't see his stepfather for the last time! ”

Feng Xinglang hissed at Xing Ba behind Hetun.

"Feng Xinglang, calm down! My Father-in-law is your ......."

"Kombat!"

Feng Xinglang roared sharply and stopped Xing Ba's next words.

Hetun just looked at Feng Xinglang, who was holding a gun towards his head.

There was no anger, no fear, and even a slight smile.

It's just that this kind of smile is really bleak and ruthless.