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Chapter 431: I don't mind how old you are!
His son Linnuo's childish laughter spread across the entire Pater Castle.
It had also pulled Xueluo's thoughts back to the present from three years ago.
Amidst his shock, he could only sigh.
"You don't like your foster father at all? My foster father doesn't seem to be happy about it! "
Hetun had already picked up the little thing on his shoulder and placed it back on the carpet.
"If godfather would ride with fifteen, I'd have a little love for him!"
The little fellow raised its head, blinking its large and adorable eyes as it looked up at Hetun, its eyes filled with hope.
"Like it a little bit? Hahahaha... You little grindstone! "
Hetun laughed heartily. He leaned over and fiercely kissed the little fellow's forehead.
It could be seen that Hetun truly liked little Linnuo from the bottom of his heart. But, looking through this childish face, it still made Hetun think of something.
For example, the father of fifteen, Feng Xinglang; and the woman who gave birth to Feng Xinglang.
In a split-second, Hetun's face, which was previously smiling brightly, suddenly turned solemn and strange. He stared at little Linnuo's little face, his thoughts instantly dispersing.
The occasional period of solemn silence that Hetun would be afraid of was the moment that Lin Xueluo would be the most afraid of.
She clearly knew that Hetun must have recalled Feng Xinglang from his son's little face!
which also meant that at this moment, hatred must have been ignited in Hetun's heart.
"Nuonuo, your foster father is tired. Let him rest well. Don't you dare disturb him! "
Xueluo fearfully walked forward to snatch his son Linnuo from the hands of the Hetun. If the Hetun was unhappy, it would be detrimental to this little thing, and could even cause harm.
However, Lin Xueluo, who was about to step forward, was stopped by the gesture of the Hetun. Hetun didn't want her to get any closer.
Xueluo stood in place, not daring to rashly move forward. She knew that it was impossible to play with the Hetun.
Regardless of whether it was Hetun or a certain foster son, it was only a matter of time before they wanted to kill the mother and son pair. Therefore, Xueluo did not dare to go against the prestige of the Hetun."Father, are you tired?" the little guy asked.
"Father is not tired! How can I get tired when my godfather is as strong as a cow? "
The solemn expression on Hetun's face only lasted for less than a minute before he regained his happiness.
"That's great! Godfather can ride with Fifteen! "
The little guy started to tiptoe, wanting to climb onto Hetun's shoulder to let him carry the Pater Castle.
"Stand still!"
Instead, he pulled the little fellow closer to him, as if trying to measure which part of his body the little fellow had already grown to.
"Why is it so short?" Fifteen, why is it that your foster father never sees you grow up? "
Hetun was unsatisfied with Linnuo's little friend's unknown height. He wished that the little guy could grow taller than him in one night.
Unexpectedly, the little fellow actually sniffed and hummed.
"I don't think you're old, but you still have the nerve to think I'm short!"
When Linnuo heard his childish and childish words, Hetun immediately burst out laughing.
"Father, where are you from?" "Where are you old?"
Hetun then picked up the little friend Linnuo and rubbed his face with his short beard. He was doting on him.
This little thing was something that the Hetun could not let go of.
Seeing how much Hetun doted on his son, Linnuo was also filled with emotion.
To be honest, in the four years that Linnuo had been growing up, Hetun had always been a good elder.
Every time the little guy grew up, he would always be by his side.
Xueluo could tell that the Hetun was not a normal person with an abnormal orientation; Xueluo didn't experience this in the previous Hetun, but in these five years, the Hetun had never brought a woman back to the Pater Castle.
Xueluo felt that this Hetun must have deeply loved a certain woman when he was young! There was a period of undying love!
"Mommy, my foster father agreed to let me ride!"
The little guy was jumping in joy. A pair of small arms wrapped around Hetun's neck tightly and used his forehead to prod his chin time and time again.
"Go on, be careful on the road." She remembered what her mother had taught Nuonuo: You have to love me. "
Xueluo knew that he could not stop any of the Hetun's decisions.
Previously, when Hetun brought his one-year-old son Linnuo to ride his horse, Xueluo's heart had almost flown out of his throat due to fright.
But later, there was one time when the horse Hetun was riding was startled by a bear, which caused the Hetun who was carrying Linnuo to immediately roll down from his horse.
Three of Hetun's ribs had been broken by the fall, but Linnuo was still hugged tightly by him, without the slightest bit of flesh injury.
After that, Xueluo assured Hetun and his son and went on a ride.
Most of the time, Hetun would accompany him. He would occasionally ride on horseback alone with Linnuo.
Britain is a country that likes horses.
The British love of horsemanship can be described as fanaticism. From the nobles of the royal palace to the common people.
The horse plays an important role in the traditional British national culture, which is the symbol of wisdom, bravery, agility, loyalty and meekness.
The little guy was carried by Hetun and mounted on a majestic English purebred horse. Xing Shi'er followed closely behind!
An old man, a young man, and a young boy. Three men galloped through the vast forest at the same time.
Watching the three people leaving on their two horses, Xueluo retracted his drifting emotions. Sighing lightly, he turned and went upstairs.
Originally, there was no study in this attic.
It could be seen that the Hetun did not like reading books. Of course, I do not know: reading is a good habit that can sublimate oneself and improve the state of mind.
Later on, under Xueluo's request, the Hetun had the servants change this place into a cozy little study room.
When his son Linnuo was brought out by the Hetun to act wildly, Xueluo would come to this small study room to quietly read and read.
It was as if the Xueluo of today could not contain his emotions at all.
Without knowing why, Xueluo could tell from Hetun's suddenly serious and cold eyes that there was something similar to a conspiracy.
It could only be weird. Why did this little thing look so much like that man?
If only she was like him!
Did he really think so?
Who could be moved to tears when they saw the little fellow's face that resembled that of a man?
Didn't they say that their son should look like their mother?
Alright, I have to admit that man's genes are strong enough!
I wonder how that man is living now …
In these five years, had he already married Lan Youyou back to the Feng Family?
Lan Youyou loved him so much, he must be living a blissful life!