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Chapter 594: Pleasant accents
Xueluo paced back and forth anxiously in his room.
What was wrong with him now?
He was using facts to express: Was he still unable to let that man go?
Lin Xueluo! Can't you be so cheap?
You've already cut off all ties with that man, what do you need to be so nervous about that man for? Scoundrel!
The scissors kept cutting at it, but it was still messy! Xueluo was no longer able to calm his heart!
Just as she was about to lie down and force herself to sleep, the sound of the door knocking disrupted Xueluo's calm mind.
"Kiss Mommy, open the door, it's your own son."
His son, Linnuo, called out from outside the door.
Under normal circumstances, Xueluo who had returned to his room would lock his own room. After all, the Hetun and his group of foster son were all burly men, it was necessary for them to be on guard.
Fortunately, Hetun wasn't one of those despicable men. He practically never felt sorry for a little girl like Xueluo. It could be considered the style of a tyrant from the previous generation.
Perhaps in the Hetun's eyes, Xueluo was just a bottle nanny of foster son 15, after Little Fifteen weaned, he would be gone.
Of course, if Lin Xueluo could bring Little Fifteen back to his Hetun's side, he would also give her a bite to eat.
Furthermore, under normal circumstances, Xueluo would reduce the sense of his own existence to the minimum. Almost no one took the initiative to appear in front of Hetun and his foster son.
"Nuonuo."
After opening the door, Xueluo was especially sentimental as she directly hugged her son into her embrace.
After the mother and son became warm for a while, Xueluo asked: "Why didn't I go to sleep with your foster father tonight?"
"Nuonuo wants to sleep with his mother!"
The little fellow answered Xueluo's question while gasping for breath, and climbed up.
Xueluo did not continue to inquire about this topic. Instead, he followed his son and climbed up the bed, snuggling up to his side as he laid down.
He gently caressed his son's plump little face: his long eyelashes, his limpid eyes that were almost pure, his straight nose, and his cold yet distinct lips.
Alright, Linnuo, the handsome son that just came back, was even more similar to that man.
The little guy played with the ancient buttons on Xueluo's pajamas, and rubbed his head in front of Xueluo from time to time, as if he was asking for his love.
"Mommy, what does' there's nothing to live for 'mean?"
After mulling over for a while, the little fellow suddenly asked. These four words had been lingering in the little fellow's mind for quite a while. Because these were the words his father, Feng Xinglang, said before he left for his death.
Xueluo took a deep breath, leaned over and kissed his son's forehead.
"Don't listen to your father's nonsense … Or maybe your father just wants to find some gimmick to fiercely fight with your foster father! "
Xueluo did not explain to her the true meaning of "There's nothing left to live". She didn't want to put her son in danger from Feng Xinglang going all out against the Hetun.
No matter how fierce the battle between Feng Xinglang and Hetun was, Xueluo did not want to see his son Linnuo be affected.
In fact, Xueluo understood in his heart that, even if the grudge between Feng Xinglang and Hetun was not resolved, she and her son would still only be used as bargaining chips or hostages against Feng Xinglang.
But one thing was certain: Hetun would probably not hurt his son Linnuo anymore.
The little guy was silent for a moment.
"But Feng Xinglang is already locked in Xiao Hei's room by his foster father."
From the clear eyes of the little fellow, it was not hard to see that there was a trace of heartfelt affection between Feng Xinglang and her father, whose blood was thicker than water.
The little guy had been in that small black room before. Although it was just one or two times, it was enough for the little guy to remember.
To a child, the darkness was undoubtedly frightening.
Therefore, Linnuo sympathized with his own father, Feng Xinglang.
"Don't worry, your father won't be able to wait until morning before he is taken out!"
In Xueluo's opinion, Feng Xinglang being a prisoner in Hetun was just an opportunity to play karate with the Hetun, or to teach the Hetun a lesson.
"After daybreak … Would Feng Xinglang know how to leave? "
It seemed like the little guy was unwilling to part with it.
Unlike in the Feng Family, where he and Mommy were only outsiders who were rejected by others, now in the Shallow Water Bay, the little guy felt that he could be the little master, and be a little master now!
"Probably."
Xueluo's response was also ambiguous. Because she did not know whether or not someone would come to the Shallow Water Bay and take him away before daybreak!
"Nuonuo, go to sleep. Tomorrow, Mommy will advise your foster father to bring us back to the Pater Castle … "
To Xueluo and her son, the Pater Castle was actually a relatively freer and more relaxed prison. But now, Xueluo seemed to have no other choice. He could only take things one step at a time.
At least they could persuade Hetun to leave the Shen City to avoid seeing him and Feng Xinglang killing each other.
"But Nuonuo doesn't want to return to the Pater Castle! Mommy can't go back! "
The little guy said resolutely.
"Wh-why? Then … Then where does Nuonuo want to go? "
Xueluo could not help but be startled.
"Stay here!"
The little guy emphasized loudly.
"Stay?"
Xueluo was startled, he never thought that his son Linnuo would still want to stay in the Shen City even after receiving such heavy injuries.
"Why does Nuonuo want to stay in the Shen City? It was because … Because is your father in Shen City? "
Xueluo did not want to ask so directly, but he still asked.
The little guy was silent for a moment.
"Mommy, didn't I want to recognize this bastard Feng Xinglang … I think this place is pretty good. "
The small thoughts of his son caused Xueluo to feel both sad and upset. She bit down hard on her lips to prevent herself from choking in front of her son.
"Nuonuo, be good and go to sleep. In a few days, Mommy will take you to a new life. And maybe we can find a new dad who's good for both of us! "
"No way! I don't need Dad! I don't want either my own father or my stepfather! My foster father is enough! "
The little guy muttered a few words before cuddling into Mommy's embrace, not saying another word.
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spent the entire night in a state of anxiety.
She listened to what was happening in the villa. Would there be people who would come to the Shallow Water Bay to fish Feng Xinglang out from the basement?
It was only until four or five in the morning that Xueluo finally fell asleep, unable to hold on any longer.
Xueluo was awoken by a nightmare. When he woke up, it was already sunny outside.
His son Linnuo was already gone.
Xueluo hurriedly got up and quickly took care of himself, then Xueluo went to open the door.
Coincidentally, he was welcoming his son Linnuo who had returned to the house.
"Mommy, that bastard's dad is still locked in the dark room."
Little Jun's words were … Why wasn't there even a trace of sadness?
There was actually a joyful tone to it?