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Chapter 531: What is this ugly thing?
"Lan Youyou, to be able to use your own daughter as a bargaining chip against others, there is no one else! You sure are a good mother! "
Feng Xinglang said carelessly. He believed what Lan Youyou said, but he was angry at what Lan Youyou had done.
"Feng Xinglang, I, I'm not lying to you …" The ball was really taken away by the Hetun! I'm trying to deceive you. Just … Then we will die a horrible death! "
Lan Youyou started to swallow. Before the dizziness passed, she was still in a trance.
"Isn't the Hetun your foster father? You should think of a way yourself! "
Feng Xinglang hung up the phone coldly. And then he fell into deep thought.
"Feng Xinglang... Feng Xinglang... "
Faced with the sound of his phone being hung up, Lan Youyou wanted to cry, but no tears came out.
"Feng Xinglang, you bastard who killed a thousand times … "So you're your own daughter!"
Lan Youyou roared with all his might, but Feng Xinglang could not hear it. His gaze was locked on his precious son, who was holding onto him and trying to open the smart door.
The fingerprints on Feng Xinglang's left hand had already been tested by little friend Linnuo one by one. However, that damned smart door still remained untouched, with no signs of it opening at all.
Thus, the little guy placed his hopes on Feng Xinglang's right fingerprint.
But when he raised his head, the little fellow had met his father, Feng Xinglang's, deep gaze. The little guy seemed to be startled for a moment, and then suddenly became very polite:
"Feng Xinglang, can I borrow your right hand for a bit?"
Feng Xinglang was both angry and amused at the same time. She only wanted to escape from him, her biological father's son.
His heart was not only sad, it was also extremely cold.
Wasn't it said that between father and son, there was a kinship that was thicker than water, and it was secretly maintained? Why was this brat not even close to his own father?
"Nuonuo, let's have a good talk." Feng Xinglang threw a brick and led the way.
The little fellow blinked his clear eyes at his father, Feng Xinglang, and said, "I have nothing to talk about with you!"
"Why is there nothing to talk about? Our blood is thicker than water! "
Feng Xinglang bent over and pecked her son's face, nuzzling him with her nose.
"Even so... But... My mommy is going to divorce you. We can't be father and son anymore! "
The little guy sullenly said, "You look like my mommy doesn't like you either!"
The little thing's thoughts made Feng Xinglang frown: Why would this little thing think this way?
"My good son, first, I will not divorce your mother! Even if I leave, it will never change the fact that you are my own son! And one more thing, your mommy really likes me! "
After a slight pause, Feng Xinglang arrogantly added, "I am the only man your mother loves in this world! "Love it the most!"
"No way! I am the most beloved man in this world by my mother! "
The little fellow became jealous.
"Boy, your mommy's love for you and for me are two completely different kinds of love. To you, that is called kinship love; to me, that is called love! Do you know what love is? "
"My mommy loves me the most!"
Linnuo used a few brief words to end the argument between father and son. They were not very happy, but it was very warm.
After thinking for a moment, Feng Xinglang called Yan Bang.
Actually, Feng Xinglang's first choice was Cong Gang. But Cong Gang's recent display of rebellion had really annoyed Feng Xinglang!
"Hmm? When the sun rose from the west, I actually received a call from the second young master Feng of my own initiative? "
Yan Bang's voice was long, with a hint of dissatisfaction, but helpless as he sighed.
"Stop dawdling, I give you half an hour to get to the GK! I'll wait for you! "
Slightly paused, Feng Xinglang repeatedly reminded, "Oh right, find a low-key car and drive over here! Don't reveal your identity. I have business to attend to! "Waiting for you."
With that, Feng Xinglang hung up the phone and did not continue talking to Yan Bang.
Squatting down, Feng Xinglang and his son looked at each other.
"Nuonuo, after a while, an interesting uncle will come over. Dad must send Nuonuo to him for a few days. After Daddy finishes dealing with some things, he will go to his uncle's house and bring you back. "OK?"
"Of course, I will come and see you whenever I have time!"
Feng Xinglang caressed his son's little face, yet was unable to express the fatherly love in his heart.
"NO!" I want to be with Mommy! " The little fellow rejected him immediately.
"Don't worry, our family of three will be together soon!" Definitely! "
Feng Xinglang firmly replied to his son.
The little guy looked at Feng Xinglang in a daze, but slowly shook his head, "What about that little brat who likes to cry? And her fierce witch Mummy! "
"Haha," Feng Xinglang laughed lovingly, "They will have their own lives! I might as well tell you the secret: Bound Boat is actually my big brother, who is also your uncle Feng Lixin's biological daughter! "
"I knew it!" The little guy grumbled.
Feng Xinglang was slightly startled, "Who told you this? Could it be … Your uncle, Feng Lixin, right? "
The little guy nodded, then said resentfully: "Then why didn't you tell that ferocious witch that her daughter isn't yours? "Are you afraid that she will yell at you?"
Feng Xinglang was startled, she did not expect a five year old little thing to care about this.
"I'm sorry, Nuonuo … They should have been kidnapped by the Hetun. After Daddy finishes with this, he'll tell that witch the truth, okay? "
Feng Xinglang said apologetically.
The little guy reluctantly nodded, "My mother must have suffered a lot when she was pregnant with me. Feng Xinglang, how could you leave a bad guy who hurt your wife and children by your side? You must love that witch more than you love my mother! "
Sometimes, the vision of a child is intuitive. He would not beat around the bush, and he would not deliberately paint.
"You actually think that I love Lan Youyou … More than I love your mommy? Why do you think that? "
Feng Xinglang asked in surprise.
Perhaps, even he himself did not know why he had repeatedly condoned Lan Youyou.
"Because I have eyes! "I'm not blind!"
It seemed like the little fellow did not want to waste time on its father, Feng Xinglang.
"Oh right, my mommy said: let me help you convince you to divorce her!"
The little guy was listless and spoke with some difficulty. But that was Mommy's intention, and he could only agree.
Divorce! Divorce again!
Feng Xinglang wanted to eat that stupid woman Lin Xueluo alive.
Thinking about something, Feng Xinglang immediately took out the colourful paper from the safe.
"Nuonuo, quickly look: are you very beautiful, very mysterious?"
The little guy tilted his head and looked around.
"What is this ugly thing?"
"... This is when you're seven weeks old! "Only as big as a bean bud and with a small tail …"