Novel Name : Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me

Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me Chapter 602

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Chapter 602: The Last Trump card of Incitement (2)

Xing Ba was eating breakfast, and he was eating it rather slowly.

He could clearly feel a small trouble approaching step by step.

Half of the ham was in his mouth, while the other half had almost entered his throat. Xing Ba forcefully swallowed the food in his mouth.

It didn't feel good.

Enjoying delicacies and filling one's stomach mechanically were two completely different mental states.

"Ol'eighth, open the door. I forgot my fairy tale book in the basement."

The little guy's voice had a hint of coquettishness to it. This time, it did not have the stern tone of a fox pretending to be strong.

"Fifteenth, you have to know that although foster father is not at home, he will always have other ways of knowing what happened at home."

Xing Ba's voice was very low. It was so low that only the person close to him, Little Fifteen, could hear it clearly.

"Can't you just tell your foster father?" the little guy retorted.

Xing Ba sighed as he shook his head, "I don't believe in anyone, he only believes in his own eyes!"

Looks like the little fellow still doesn't understand.

In fact, the Hetun was playing a last resort with Feng Xinglang.

Hetun wanted to see if this foster father of his, Feng Xinglang, could beat his own father!

And Feng Xinglang also seemed to be making this kind of game with the Hetun:

After all, blood is thicker than water kinship finally saved their fatherly affection;

Or could it be that Hetun, the foster father, was a better person in his son's heart?

Therefore, Hetun allowed this little fellow to develop feelings for Feng Xinglang through his father.

If it could develop to an uncontrollable degree, it would only bring about a disaster of annihilation for Feng Xinglang.

And for Xueluo and her son, the future would not be too good either.

"Nuonuo, don't pester your eighth brother. Go back to your study and wait for your teacher. Teacher is about to arrive. "

Xueluo could still understand Xing Ba's words: "I don't trust anyone, he only believes in his own eyes."

On the surface, the Hetun was indifferent, but he would use many different ways to listen in on this family.

After lunch, Xueluo sent his teacher off.

Linnuo had also entangled himself with Xing Ba.

Looking at the little guy's bulging pockets, Xing Ba frowned: "Does this dad's charm really seem to be as magical as the legends say?"

How was this getting back his fairy tale book? He was clearly trying to get into the basement to give Feng Xinglang that bastard's dad food!

Of course, if Xing Ba saw it, it would be equivalent to not seeing it!

In any case, he had already accepted the decree: They would allow Lin Xueluo and her son to develop feelings for Feng Xinglang!

Although foster father Hetun had said it like that, Xing Ba could still feel the cold calmness in his foster father's eyes!

To Xueluo and her son, the more intimate they were to Feng Xinglang, the more they would dig their own graves.

Thus, after enjoying the little guy's cute act for a while, Xing Ba opened the door to the basement.

Actually, the chocolate bean was quite a good item.

Not only was it very warm, but it also had a high amount of heat that could replenish the energy the body needed to the maximum extent.

It was just that every time Feng Xinglang ate one, he would not feel good in his heart. He was not willing to eat too much!

He could feel it: his children loved him.

Even though she had abandoned him twice, the little thing still harbored a heart full of hope and longing for a father's love.

The darkness that filled his eyes gave Feng Xinglang more time to think.

There was no anxiety as he had imagined. Instead, there was an odd calmness.

When he heard the sound of the door opening again, Feng Xinglang jumped off the board and his body collided with the steel fence, blocking his son who was about to rush to Linnuo's side.

"Nuonuo..."

Feng Xinglang's voice was joyful and gratified. However, it was tinged with a dehydrated hoarseness.

As the wound on his hand could not be treated with medication, Feng Xinglang's body seemed to be already starting to heat up.

"I'm here to get my book of fairy tales!"

The little fellow explained its purpose. But his gaze was deeply fixated on Feng Xinglang's body.

"Oh, then come and get it."

Feng Xinglang did not hand over the fairy tale book, but placed it on the ground inside the iron fence.

The little guy needed to get close to him to get it.

Feng Xinglang half squatted as he stared at his son who was slowly approaching him. His dry lips curled up into a smile, and slowly rippled on his pale handsome face.

"Nuonuo, you being able to come to see daddy, daddy is really very happy …"

Feng Xinglang's voice was hoarse to the point that only her mouth was left. However, his eyes were filled with deep love for his son.

"I said it already: I'm only here to take my book of fairy tales!"

It seemed like the little guy didn't want to admit that he came to check out his bastard father.

Feng Xinglang no longer made a sound, and instead, tightly embraced his son who was walking over to him.

"Nuonuo, Daddy loves you … I've always loved you! "

Feng Xinglang's voice was deep and hoarse, something that only they, father and son could hear.

It was not a happy, comfortable hug because of the restraints of the handcuffs, but the little guy was still mesmerized by the way the bastard's father hugged him.

Actually, he wasn't completely intoxicated, at least he still cleverly stuffed the food in his pocket into Feng Xinglang's pocket.

Five minutes later, the little guy came out of the basement with the fairy tale book in his arms.

Xing Ba's mind opened wide, thinking: This fairy tale book, does it have Feng Xinglang's blood book?

For example, the following paragraph: 'Wife, I was wrong; I have always deeply loved you' was spouting nonsense.

Thus, Xing Ba stretched his leg a little and tripped Little Fifteen, who had a face full of small thoughts, onto the ground.

He didn't fall on the little guy, but the book of fairy tales fell far away.

Xing Lao was the first to pick up the book.

He quickly flipped through the pages, but he still hadn't seen the blood book. This more or less made Xing Ba a little disappointed.

However, he only saw a piece of paper with a yellow and furry edge falling out.

Old Xing was extremely fast. He quickly picked up the piece of paper in front of the little guy and flipped through it. He could see that it was a color picture, but he couldn't tell what it was.

"What the heck is this?"

"With your intelligence, you won't be able to understand it!"

The little guy stood on its tiptoes and quickly snatched the small picture of the multicolored super computer from Xing Ba's hands.

The little guy had seen this little picture before.

The little guy saw it in the safe in the CEO's office of his father, Feng Xinglang.

My father is very precious.

"You can understand?"

Xing Ba asked. If even he could not understand it, then he, a little kid, would be a f * cking dog if he could understand it!

The little guy was too lazy to waste time with Xing Ba, he instead picked up the fairy tale book, pulled the small picture in his hands and rushed towards Mommy's Xueluo's room like a little cheetah.

"Mommy, this is from the bastard's father! Take a look. "

The little guy panted as he held up the small picture in his hands in front of Ma Mi Xueluo.

When Xueluo saw that small picture, he was stunned for a few seconds, then started crying like rain …

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