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Chapter 583: Is it appropriate for you to be so disobedient to your own father?
Xueluo was nearly struck dumb by this man's sudden frivolity!
Judging from her eyes that wanted to love but did not dare to love and were filled with tears, she did need this!
How could a woman who had once longed for love not need this? However, Xueluo, whose body was covered with wounds, clearly could not love him anymore!
The four eyes looked at each other in a picturesque way.
The emotion that flowed in the man's eyes was like a deep ocean, drowning Xueluo to death. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't struggle.
A warm moment was always so short.
At the same time, Feng Xinglang lowered his head and kissed the woman's lips a second time.
"Bang, bang!" With a loud noise, a tube that was unloaded from the vacuum cleaner fiercely smashed onto Feng Xinglang's back.
It was so painful that it did not hurt, but it really scared Xueluo and the man who was about to kiss in the cage back then!
The romantic feelings were suddenly gone!
Maybe because he was too engrossed, Feng Xinglang did not notice the small electric light bulb behind him.
"Bastard!" You're not allowed to kiss my mommy! Mommy is mine! "
The little guy raised the vacuum cleaner pipe in his hand and spoke in a righteous tone.
Due to the difference in height, the little guy who wanted to smash Feng Xinglang on the head only smashed his own father's back in the end.
"Bastard, you dare to sneak attack your father? Which one of your eyes saw me sneaking a kiss on your mommy? I am openly kissing! "
Feng Xinglang acted as if he did not care about the humiliation, but as if he was proud of being a scoundrel.
"I saw it with both my eyes!" You're just secretly kissing my mommy! Feng Xinglang, you perverted wolf! "
The little guy raised the vacuum cleaner pipe in his hand and once again threw it at Feng Xinglang. But he was easily stopped by Feng Xinglang.
This shitty thing really wasn't as good as his crossbow!
"Try smashing your dad again?" Is the skin itchy? You're looking for a beating! "
Feng Xinglang just wanted to scare his extremely unfriendly son. He was even more anxious to correct the little guy's prejudice against him.
Reaching out his long arm to scoop up the small, rebellious thing, the little guy saw that the situation was not good and immediately dropped the pole in his hand and began to wander around the living room, jumping up and down with it.
Although this method of parenting was tiring, Feng Xinglang was still not tired. It was better than the little guy ignoring him with a cold expression.
Ten minutes later, Feng Xinglang was drenched in sweat from exhaustion, while the little fellow was panting heavily.
It had to be said that for a child brought up in Hetun, their endurance and sensitivity were much greater than a child of the same age.
If he didn't play some tricks, he really wouldn't be able to control this energetic little thing.
Therefore, Feng Xinglang started to untie the belt on his pants …
Xueluo thought that Feng Xinglang wanted to use his belt to beat his son Linnuo, so he was scared to the point that his face turned pale.
She immediately rushed over and protected her son Linnuo.
"Feng Xinglang, are you crazy? You want to belt a five-year-old kid? "
"This kid is forcing me!"
Feng Xinglang bellowed, he rushed towards the lady and picked her up with one arm, and placed her on his shoulder.
"Let go of my mother!"
Sure enough, a leather belt lured the woman into a trap. The big fish fell into the net, and the little fish followed.
's little friend who had rushed over to save Mommy was instantly lifted up by his other arm.
The little guy was not under his control, and his entire body was struggling uncontrollably in Feng Xinglang's embrace.
"Obediently take the initiative to kiss your father, or else I'll kiss your mother!"
It was childish to threaten him, but it was the best way to be a parent.
Xueluo finally understood that Feng Xinglang was not so cruel as to want to use his belt to whip his son Linnuo; he just wanted to lure, the big idiot who loved his son so much, over to him.
The furious Xueluo wanted to struggle free from Feng Xinglang's arms, but Feng Xinglang's hands were like iron hoops around her waist, unable to struggle free.
"Nuonuo, no!"
It was unknown if it was anger or something, but Xueluo did not want Feng Xinglang's schemes to succeed.
"Then you want me to kiss you?"
Feng Xinglang, who was carrying his wife and child, was in a very good mood. He turned his head and started to peck at Xueluo's face with his lips.
"Don't kiss my mother!" The little fellow roared anxiously.
"Since you are so filial, then take the initiative to kiss me."
Feng Xinglang patiently guided his son, Linnuo.
The little guy licked his lips, as if he was trying to decide who was more important: his pride and his mother being bullied.
The result was: Both of them were important!
Thus, the little guy tilted his body slightly backwards, gathered his energy, and used his forehead to heavily smash onto Feng Xinglang's nose.
Three minutes later, the previously noisy living room turned silent.
The little fellow snuggled up to Xueluo, who was in Mommy's embrace, and quietly watched Feng Xinglang, who was being treated by Yue Sister-in-Law with blood dripping from his nose.
He was really too weak!
Not only did he fail to kiss his son, he even ended up dying because of his own son!
"Feng Linnuo, I am your father! Is it appropriate for you to be so disobedient to your own father? "
Feng Xinglang who had stopped the bleeding began to gently educate his own son who was causing trouble.
"My name is not Feng Linnuo, my name is Linnuo!"
The little guy rejected Feng Xinglang's offer. He didn't want to answer the question about whether it was appropriate to disobey his father or not.
"Lin Xueluo, you must be very happy to see us father and son being crippled, right?"
This small injury was something that Feng Xinglang could ignore. If he could use this to improve the relationship between him and his own son, Feng Xinglang would rather have a heavier injury on himself.
Xueluo stroked his son's little head and gently said to Feng Xinglang: "You deserve it!"
"How did I deserve it?"
Feng Xinglang sighed, "Could it be that you, Lin Xueluo, were unable to see that I, Feng Xinglang, was a victim from the beginning to end? All of this was because of the Hetun's bloodthirsty and brutal nature! Just because I have a face that makes him hate me, he started to hurt us brothers badly? "
"You, Lin Xueluo, know the purpose of Hetun bringing you and your son away, right? It's fine if you want my own son to become the father of a thief, but you still want to take our child as your partner? "
"In the five years that I lost you and your son, I didn't have a happy life! You guys have been imprisoned by the Hetun, but my heart has been imprisoned! "
Feng Xinglang was unable to refute what he said. Because that was the truth!
"Xueluo, can you give me a chance to seek redemption from you mother and son?"
Xueluo lifted his head, looked at the man deeply, and then slowly lowered his head.
"Feng Xinglang, I won't allow you to speak ill of my foster father!"
The little fellow let out a fierce shout. If not for the fact that Hetun was so nice to the little fellow, the little guy would not have protected him like this.
"Little bastard, shut up!" What do you know? "
Feng Xinglang scolded his son, Linnuo.
Then, he glared at Xueluo who was silent at the side, "Lin Xueluo, his son is still young, there are some things he doesn't understand. As a mother, you have the duty to explain all of this to your child: The Hetun is the one who caused all of this tragedy! "