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Chapter 524: Which room will Xueluo and her son sleep in tonight?
"This is your home!"
Feng Xinglang took a step forward and picked up his son who was unaware, and headed towards the dining hall.
Only when Mommy Xueluo accompanied him to sit at the dining table did the little guy stop making noise and slowly quieten down.
Since Lin Xueluo could be so shameless as to sit at Feng Family's dining table, of course Lan Youyou would not shrink back.
Thus, she took her daughter from Feng Lixin's embrace and sat down as well.
It seemed like the real battle between the two women had just begun.
"Nuonuo, come to uncle's place, okay?"
Feng Lixin extended his friendly and loving hands towards the little guy, wanting to carry the little guy over and sit beside him.
Although this uncle looked gentle, refined and kind, Linnuo still rejected Feng Lixin's good intentions. She wrapped her arms tightly around Xueluo's waist and nestled her head into's arms.
It was obvious that the little guy didn't want to stay in Feng Family for dinner. But Mommy Xueluo insisted on staying, so the little guy could only follow Mommy's instructions.
Feng Family's dinner was very sumptuous. Because it was already noon, Feng Xinglang called the Nanny An to prepare.
"Why is a man like a little girl in his mother's arms?"
Feng Xinglang reached out his hand to stroke his son's little head, but the little guy avoided it disdainfully; thus, the back of his hand rubbed against Xueluo's soft and thin hand.
In the beginning, Xueluo didn't detect anything and thought that Feng Xinglang simply wanted to get close to him; but who knew that Feng Xinglang's hand that touched him had no intention of leaving …
The boy's head tilted to the left and the back of his hand moved to the left; the boy's head moved to the right and the back of his hand moved to the right!
Prepared to say, the back of Feng Xinglang's hand should be rubbing from left to right on top of Xueluo's soft and thin back, and then rubbing from right to left.
Xueluo was not a wooden person!
She could clearly feel Feng Xinglang's wretched hand rubbing against her chest.
She had been taken advantage of by him for such a long time! Yet she thought that Feng Xinglang was only teasing her son who was in her arms!
Lin Xueluo, oh Lin Xueluo, do you really think that you can't live with your own sins?
He actually delivered himself to the door to let this man molest him?
Is this the first time you've seen this man's scum?
Hadn't he been slighted a little by him before?
Lin Xueluo looked to the side and gave Feng Xinglang a fierce glare, then moved his body and sat at a place that Feng Xinglang's arm couldn't reach.
Feng Xinglang, this big scoundrel, had locked the door secretly, and Hetun said to have Little Fifteen accompany his father for a few days … The two of them were simply unable to get in, unable to get out.
Xueluo really did not want to create any kind of panic for his son who had been furious for the past half day.
If the little guy knew that his bastard father had locked the door and refused to let them leave, who knew how the little guy would make a ruckus!
Perhaps, this was the Hetun's goal!
Hetun did not really want foster son Fifteen to cultivate feelings for his father, Feng Xinglang; his real goal was for Little Fifteen to have enmity with his father!
The only thing Xueluo could do was to protect his son from harm to the greatest extent. Both physically and mentally.
Feng Xinglang really wanted to tear the woman in front of him apart.
Since his son Linnuo was a spectator, he had to endure and maintain his tall and imposing father image.
A piece of meat with all its fat bitten off was sent into Xueluo's bowl.
Feng Xinglang's movements were as smooth as it was in the past.
It seemed that after five years, such actions had already been deeply ingrained in each other's hearts. He didn't need to spend time to uncover the memories that were sealed within his mind, and everything came naturally to him.
The reason why life has memories is not because of sudden memories, but because of an unforgettable memory.
The little guy was actually rather hungry. Just as he was hesitating about whether or not he should eat dinner at his father's home, he saw his son threw a piece of meat that his father had bitten into his mother's bowl.
Immediately, the little guy stared at her with his clear but angry eyes, "Why did you throw something you bit into my mother's bowl? Feng Xinglang, you are so disgusting! "
Facing his son's questioning, Feng Xinglang was truly moved. It was as if in just a split-second, he was already five years old.
"Your mommy likes to eat Eastern Slope meat, but she doesn't like to eat fat, so every time, after daddy bites off the fat, he would leave the lean meat for your mommy to eat …" Your mommy loves to eat. "
"Besides, this is not disgusting, this is the relationship between your mother and I! Do you understand the mood? It's more or less the same as having an affair! "
Feng Xinglang's explanation both moved and embarrassed Xueluo.
The little guy was startled. He looked at the piece of meat in Mommy's bowl: it was indeed lean meat. Fat was bitten off."But how come I didn't know my mommy loved Eastern Slope?" the little guy asked.
"Five years ago, you were a little tadpole." Feng Xinglang smiled gently.
"Papa, why is little big brother a tadpole? What's that? " Feng Little Princess asked curiously.
"Four years ago, you were also a tadpole!" Feng Xinglang's favorite whisper.
Xueluo did not want to eat the Eastern Slope Meat that was about to lose all its fat. But the instant he raised his eyes, Xueluo met Lan Youyou's goal of eating him alive.
Who knew what kind of thoughts he had as Xueluo calmly ate that piece of East Slope meat under Lan Youyou's attentive gaze.
Thus, the second piece of Eastern Slope meat that had its fat eaten was sent from Feng Xinglang's chopsticks into Xueluo's bowl.
Xueluo only took a bite of the rice and ate the piece of Eastern Slope Meat.
It seemed to verify Feng Xinglang's words: "My mother really likes to eat East Slope's meat that has been eaten by a bastard's father."
"Papa, I want to eat some too."
The little cutie seemed to have gone crazy. Normally, the little thing didn't eat much meat, but seeing how's mother ate so sweetly, she also wanted to eat it.
Feng Lixin immediately bit off a piece of fat from the East Slope meat and placed it into his daughter's small bowl. The cute immediately started to eat with glee.
"Nuonuo, is there anything you like to eat at this table? If not, I will let Grandma An continue doing it. "
Feng Lixin asked with his gentle voice.
"Big Brother, don't trouble Nanny An. Nuonuo is not a picky eater, he likes to eat anything. "
Xueluo added a spoonful of carrot braised beef tenderloin for his son.
However, the little guy only ate the beef jerky, but left the carrot in the bowl.
"I love carrots. Who can leave carrots for me to eat? "
While playing around to curry favor with his son Linnuo, Feng Xinglang brought his bowl over.
The little guy hurriedly scooped all the carrots he did not eat into Feng Xinglang's bowl.
Xueluo never thought that Feng Xinglang would actually use such a childish method to please his son Linnuo.
"Mother Nuonuo, can you let little brother sleep with the group tonight?"
Feng Xiaoqiu's question brought out the serious problem Feng Family was facing at the moment.
Lan Youyou occupied the main bedroom on the second floor, which was also Xueluo's wedding room with Feng Xinglang. Then, where would Xueluo and her son sleep tonight?
Was it for Lan Youyou to move out from the master bedroom on the second floor?
Would she agree?
If she still occupied the master bedroom on the second floor, then what were Xueluo and her son in the Feng Family worth?