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Chapter 595 - I was afraid that your heart would hurt Feng Xinglang
Actually, the little fellow only had a happy expression because his bastard father was still in Shallow Water Bay. It was not taken away the way Mommy Xueluo had said it was.
He yearned to be close to his own father; he yearned for the kind of fatherly love that he could not have.
However, to a child, this method was a bit more cruel and sorrowful.
Perhaps the little guy hadn't realized that ever since Feng Xinglang found out that he was his son, he had always possessed Feng Xinglang's fatherly love, and had never been missing.
It could also be traced back to even further: From the moment Feng Xinglang knew that the little fellow had been pregnant, as well as the separation of father and son in these five years, the bastard's biological father's love had always existed in some way! Even though the little fellow couldn't comprehend it.
"Did you see your father?"
Xueluo was startled, and immediately questioned his son.
The little guy shook his head in frustration, "I didn't see it! The door to the dark room was locked! But Old Tweleve said: Feng Xinglang has always been here! "
There was no movement during the night … Could it be that Feng Xinglang really planned to stay here for a long time?
The Little Black room's environment was damp and dark. Feng Xinglang, who was probably used to living like a prince, should not be able to get used to it for long.
"Nuonuo, your foster father, Feng Xinglang, is your father's prisoner. You … "Aren't you sad?"
Xueluo asked. The one who didn't want to see the gap between father and son the most was Xueluo.
"It's sad, too... But... It wasn't that bad! Who told that bastard to abandon his wife and children! He deserves to be locked in Little Black room by his foster father! "
The little guy had just finished speaking when Hetun's low and deep shout came from the living room.
"Fifteen... Fifteen... Come and accompany your foster father to eat breakfast! "
It seemed that Hetun was getting more and more accustomed to having Little Fifteen to accompany him on his three meals a day.
"Mommy, I'll go eat breakfast with my foster father first. I'll have a meal with Mommy later. "
After the little guy hugged his mother Xueluo, he turned around and ran off.
Xueluo stood still in his original position. Her son's words, "He deserves to be locked in the little dark room by his foster father." really made her worry.
It seemed like the 'abandonment' of Feng Xinglang the other time had more or less created a shadow in his son's heart!
What should he do?
Let nature take its course! Just like what Feng Xinglang had said, blood was thicker than water, it was something that could not be forgiven. Her son Linnuo would one day understand and comprehend it.
After Xueluo listened for a while, he disguised himself and went into the living room.
Listening to the conversation between Hetun and the little fellow, it seemed like they were going to bring the little guy to one of Shen City's horse riding grounds. He even said that if the little guy caught his eyes, the Hetun would buy it.
It was as if Hetun's mood was extremely bright today.
His enemy had taken the initiative to be his prisoner, so it was no wonder that he was in a good mood.
But this morning, he did not even mention the Feng Xinglang in the basement!
Ignore Feng Xinglang's existence?
"Mr. Xing, Nuonuo … Fifteen was already five years old. He could no longer go out and play crazily every day! At this age, you should be going to school to learn. "
Xueluo mustered up his courage and suggested his idea to Hetun. It was really not appropriate for Nuonuo to be taken out of the Hetun and act so wildly all day and all night.
"Learning again? Didn't you already invite a home tutor for 15? If that tutoring doesn't work, then change it! Please ask Shen City for the best! "
As long as Xueluo mentioned about learning, Hetun would catch a cold. However, he also felt that it was reasonable for Xueluo to let fifteen learn from him.
Hetun carried Little Fifteen in his arms as he habitually patted his small P shares.
Maybe in the Hetun's heart, Little Fifteen had long since become his personal possession!
"Mr. Xing, 15 years old requires a healthy learning environment. He should sit in the classroom with his peers and study together... "
Xueluo said earnestly. He used a low attitude that would not arouse the Hetun's disgust.
"What's there to learn with a bunch of kids?"
The Hetun scoffed disapprovingly, "Just wait till he's done with his studies. Just ask him to be a home tutor!" It's settled! "
Without waiting for Xueluo's reply, Hetun had already carried Xiao Wu and headed out of the villa. Xing Shi'er, who was following closely behind.
Coincidentally, this little fellow doesn't like things like 'studying'!
"..."
Xueluo was truly speechless at the domineering and paranoid attitude of the Hetun.
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After Hetun brought Little Fifteen and Xing Shi'er away, Xing Ba sat at the dining table and ate breakfast.
From the looks of it, he was staying in the villa to look after Feng Xinglang?
Xueluo stood by Xing Ba's side for a while, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
Xing Ba was not the type of person to take the initiative to strike up a conversation with someone out of boredom.
Although he did not turn around to look, with Xing Ba's sharp senses, he could even feel the linear distance between Lin Xueluo and his back.
It could even be as accurate as a centimeter!
"Eighth Brother, let me make you a few more Sturgeon Soup."
Xueluo said politely. She clearly remembered the preferences of every single foster son in the Hetun.
"You don't have to be so unsolicited! Because I'm full! "
Xing Ba was really straightforward. She really wasn't worried about Lin Xueluo's face hurting.
"If there's anything you need, just ask. Don't keep it in your heart. You're going to get depressed soon! "
This strike made Xueluo feel a little ashamed.
He had clearly gotten rid of his relationship with Feng Xinglang, but why was he so concerned about that man's life?
So low!
Low already low, do not be afraid to low one more time!
"Eighth Brother, do you think that Feng Xinglang has taken the initiative to become your father's prisoner … Is there some secret conspiracy? "
Xueluo's question was quite skillful.
It was just that when Xing Ba said that in front of him, it already had a feeling like drawing a snake with its tail between its legs.
"What kind of conspiracy could there be? A stratagem of suffering! Moreover, Feng Xinglang came to the Shallow Water Bay on his own accord. There were videos and recordings all the way. He, Feng Xinglang, is seeking a beating, and my foster father is only cooperating with him! "
Xing Ba said indifferently. It was as if he did not like the job of merely watching over Feng Xinglang.
Thus, he began to bewitch Lin Xueluo.
"Why don't you go down to the basement and take a look at Feng Xinglang? He hadn't had anything to eat that night, so he must have been starving. Send him some food while you're at it! "
Xing Ba's good intentions caused Xueluo to panic. He had a nagging feeling that Xing Ba was hiding something.
"Isn't it good to starve Feng Xinglang? It will also resolve the hatred in your foster father's heart! If I gift something to Feng Xinglang to eat, wouldn't that make things difficult for you? "
Xueluo asked about the attitude of the Hetun towards Feng Xinglang.
Glancing at the woman who pretended to be calm, Xing Ba's eyes drooped a little.
"I'm afraid that you will feel sorry for Feng Xinglang! Forget it, forget it... Then let's starve him first! "
With that, Xing Ba got up and left. It seemed to be giving Xueluo a artificial chance to see Feng Xinglang.