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Chapter 440: "Fun" for Dad
Three minutes later, Hetun seemed to have regained his calm mind.
In these three minutes, Xueluo did not cower, nor did he dodge. He just quietly stood at his original spot, and used the silent method, which was better than silence, to resist the wrath of the Hetun.
"If your apology is sincere enough... I can even consider taking you along to Shen City to find fifteen years old! "
Hetun casually cut off the round head of the cigar in his hand and then used a match to heat up the end of the cigar. Only when the end of the cigar had been evenly heated and had become charred and shiny did he put the cigar into his mouth.
Hetun's actions were very old, and he looked at Xueluo with a playful expression.
Xueluo was silent for a few seconds, then walked towards Hetun who was on the sofa, and stopped one meter away from him.
With Hetun's abilities, he was not worried that Xueluo would suddenly attack him. He was fast enough to hit back at anyone who wanted to.
As a result, Hetun waved his hand to signal Xing Old Eight to stay where he was.
With a plop, Xueluo directly knelt in front of Hetun.
"Isn't this kind of apology sincere enough?"
Xueluo looked straight into Xueluo's eyes, his upper body kneeling straight.
Let alone Xing Ba, even the Hetun was startled.
"Do you have some backbone? Why did he just kneel? Even if you don't have any gold under your knees, you shouldn't be so soft, right? "
Regarding Xueluo's sudden kneeling towards him, the Hetun was disdainful.
Maybe he liked tough guys like Feng Xinglang more: Even if you get hit by three of his shots, you have to straighten your body! Even if he fell to the ground, he wouldn't kneel to him.
"Nothing can compare to my son's safety! "You can't even be stubborn!"
Xueluo deserved to be direct. This was the voice in her heart as a mother, and it was a type of helplessness.
This was because in front of the strong Hetun, it was completely useless to be unreasonable. Since he couldn't use force, he could only use force with him!
Hetun indifferently swept a glance at Lin Xueluo who was kneeling in front of him, as if he felt that not only was this girl tenacious, she was also capable of yielding.
"Alright, get up! I'll give you ten minutes to get ready.
Hetun spoke leisurely as he placed the cigar's smoke into his mouth and savored it. It flowed between his lips and then he slowly exhaled. A born king.
He thought Xueluo would say: "No need to prepare, I can follow you out now."
But unexpectedly, Xueluo immediately crawled up from the ground, rushed to his room, and quickly packed up a few things before quickly rushing back down. It only took five minutes!
Seeing the panting Xueluo, Hetun gave a smile, but at the same time, did not.
It could be said that Xueluo was the third woman Hetun had interacted with for a long time.
The first woman, who was also Feng Xinglang's mother, had already been engraved in his memory for a long time.
The second woman, or in other words, the adopted daughter Lan Youyou, she let the Hetun know that women could also be used!
The third woman, was Lin Xueluo in front of Hetun …
A woman who could submit and accept humiliation for her child! Interesting!
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Linnuo took a little over an hour to adapt to the time difference between England and the Shen City.
In this hour, he had also gotten used to the Shen City's biscuit like buildings, the overcrowded crowd, and the cars that were stuck together like an insect. And the always gray sky.
The Pater Castle's grand and majestic view, as well as the vast and empty forest around them, were simply too large to enter.
"Twelve, on such a cold day, why are so many big sisters not wearing pants? Are your legs still exposed? "
"..."
"Twelve, you said the road is so blocked, why are they sitting in the car waiting? Isn't walking faster? "
"..."
It seemed to think that even if it asked Xing Shi'er such a profound question, he wouldn't be able to answer it, so the little guy stopped asking.
With one of his hands being held by Xing Shi'er, and the other holding the portrait in his other hand, he would stare at the crowd with his big watery eyes from time to time.
The person on the picture was indeed Feng Xinglang. The little guy picked it up from the trash can.
This adult version that looked like his own man should be his real father.
Actually, the little guy's wish was to go out of Pater Castle with Mommy to find Daddy!
But foster father Hetun only allowed half of his wish to be fulfilled: he wanted Linnuo to go to Shen City to look for Father first, then he would head back with Father to Pater Castle to pick up Mother Lin Xueluo.
The little fellow could only agree.
An hour later, it was all in vain. But little friend Linnuo still had no intention to give up.
In this vast sea of people, it was not easy to find someone who looked the same as the one in the painting.
Actually, Xing Shi'er knew: Feng Xinglang was currently in GK's Venture Capital Group. However, he didn't directly bring the little fellow over. Instead, he let the little fellow experience the 'joy' of finding his father.
"Old Tweleve, is my father very handsome?"
After a slight pause, the little guy answered his own question and added, "He looks like me, of course he's handsome!"
Therefore, he looked at Xing Shi'er, "What a pity, you don't look like me at all! Otherwise, he would also be handsome! "
"..." Other than being speechless, Xing Shi'er was also speechless.
Another hour later, Xing Shi'er brought Little Chatterbox to the GK Group. He did not go in, but sat on the garden outside the GK Corporation's gate and waited.
"Old Tweleve, do you know my father?"
"I don't think so!"
"Then why did you bring me here?"
"Intuition!"
"What's intuition?"
"... It's a kind of premonition! "
"Do you have a hunch that my father will be here?"
"En!"
"Do you know my father well?"
"Not familiar!"
"Then why did you sense my father's presence here?"
"Intuition!"
"What's intuition?"
"... It's a kind of premonition! "
"..."
A Rolls Royce slowly drove into the line of sight of Linnuo's little friend.
In these five years, Feng Xinglang still maintained a few habits: dark casual clothes, reserved yet calm; casual fashion, but not eye-catching.
He was still as handsome and handsome as before, so handsome that he had an unruly and unorthodox nature; supported by the maturity and steadiness after the years had passed, as well as Youyou's vicissitudes of life …
Linnuo's children's eyes were all staring straight.
"Look, does that person look like your father?"
The little guy looked at Feng Xinglang coming out from the Rolls Royce, and at the same time stared at the drawing paper …
"Yes! It was too similar! Like me! "Just a little old!"
Linnuo's little friend was about to get up and chase after him, but he stopped.
He stared blankly at something.
Feng Xinglang got off from the Rolls Royce and went around the car. From the other side, he took out a three to four-year-old little girl.