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Chapter 631 - Helping Father Feng Xinglang escape from prison
Obviously, the IQ of a 5 year old little Linnuo was not high enough.
They were barely able to deal with Xing Si and Xing Wu, but it seemed like they had eaten a lot more than they could to deal with Xing Lao Ba.
Of course, this didn't stop Linnuo from feeling good about himself. He felt as if he had completely defeated Xing eighth brother in IQ.
This was because, at this very moment, he had already successfully avoided Xing Wu that was acting like a fart, and even avoided Xing Lao and the others. He quietly snuck into the secret room behind the doctor with the two bags of delicacies in his hands.
Of course, if Xing Ba had not let the little guy win on purpose, it would have helped him with his filial piety. Otherwise, even if Little Fifteen had wings, he wouldn't have been able to fly into Xing Ba's palms.
When the doctor finished checking all of Feng Xinglang's vital signs and signs, the little guy crawled out from under the board.
Feng Xinglang felt it, but he found it hard to believe: Before Hetun returned to the Pater Castle, he actually still had a chance to meet his own son.
"Feng Xinglang, you must be hungry. I brought you dumplings, bacon, and milk, hurry up and eat them."
The little guy purposely wore a pair of jeans with a back that made it easy for him to put a lot of food in. Moreover, he meticulously separated the various foods with a plastic bag.
Linnuo took out all of the food from his backpack and laid it on the side of his father. Then, he opened the lid of the milk bottle for his father and stuck the straw in one breath. Then, he placed it next to his father's mouth …
It should be a baby's milk with a picture of a baby on it. Perhaps the little guy was worried that he would attract too much attention with other milk, so he took his own child's milk.
Feng Xinglang didn't open her lips, but instead held her son tightly in her embrace. She wildly and dotingly kissed the little guy's cheek, the little guy's head.
The little fellow seemed to be stunned by the sudden display of fatherly love. She embarrassedly buried her face in Feng Xinglang's shoulder. It seemed that the little fellow was not used to being pampered by his own father.
After all, fatherly love was missing for five years. Suddenly, a wave of fatherly love overcame him, and the little guy was truly stunned. It was as if he had eaten too many delicacies that were difficult to consume in a short period of time.
"Seal... Feng Xinglang, quickly eat it. If Ol 'Eight discovers it later, it will be bad. "
The little fellow once again moved the milk bottle to his father's mouth.
"My good son, you can drink … Father is not hungry. "
Feng Xinglang could not let the little thing in his arms go, and he found it hard to refuse her kindness, so he took a small sip.
Thus, his eyes moistened.
This little thing seemed to have softened his heart.
"Nuonuo, Daddy loves you … Love, love, love. "
Seemingly a little hesitant as to how to express his overflowing fatherly love, Feng Xinglang hugged his own son in his arms once again.
"Actually, Daddy could feel it: Nuonuo loves Daddy too, right?"
Feng Xinglang still cared a lot about the image that he, this bastard, had of his own father in his son's heart.
"Feng Xinglang, you can't talk about this useless stuff anymore. I'll bring you food. It doesn't mean Mommy and I have forgiven you. In any case, if Mommy doesn't forgive you, I won't forgive you! "
The little guy lowered its head, took out a steamed dumpling from the fresh-keeping bag, and stuffed it into's mouth.
Seeing his son's unhappy appearance, Feng Xinglang consoled him with a pained heart, "Nuonuo, as long as your mother stays in the Shen City, she will definitely be safe. Because your uncle will take care of your mother for us. "
Feng Xinglang knew that the little guy missed his mother.
"But, but Eighth Brother said that Mommy will go back to Pater Castle with your foster father."
The little guy was looking forward to Mommy Xueluo's return to Pater Castle. It seemed that for her safety, he didn't want her back. It was a very contradictory little mentality.
"Your mom is so stupid if she comes back!" Feng Xinglang sighed.
"You are the fool! My mommy came back because she wanted me to love her! "
The little fellow scoffed coldly. I'm not satisfied with anyone swearing at his own mother. That included Feng Xinglang, the bastard's father.
His son's sudden outburst had actually amused Feng Xinglang. The joys of suffering.
"Alright, your mommy isn't stupid. It's me, your father, who is such a bastard! Your mother's glorious motherly love has been humiliated. "
Until this moment, Feng Xinglang had not regretted giving himself to Hetun as a prisoner.
The answer bell also had to be a bell person. In order to regain the recognition of his wife and children, he had not endured this ordeal for nothing.
Suddenly, the little guy calmed down, and leaned over to quickly lift the quilt covering his father Feng Xinglang's feet, and saw the dazzling cuffs on his feet, connecting to his welded leg.
No wonder that bastard Feng Xinglang had always been lying on the ground. Thus, the little fellow's eyes began to tear up.
"It's alright, be good! "Don't cry, Daddy will be fine …"
Feng Xinglang kissed the little fellow's cheeks and eyes that were filled with tears. He sucked away his son's tears.
"Feng Xinglang, I'll think of a way to steal the key from old Xing, then I'll prepare a sleeping bag, compressed biscuits, a leather canteen, a telescope, a flashlight … And the map of the Pater Castle! Is that enough? "
The little guy wiped his small face and carefully counted with his fingers.
"What? Are you trying to help your father escape?"
Feng Xinglang gave his son a shallow peck on his face. At least for this moment, his soul was comforted.
"Your injuries... Can I walk? I will help you delay Old Xing and Old Five. "
Feng Xinglang thought that this was just his son's playstyle, but he didn't think that the little fellow would actually be especially serious.
"Xing Ba is as cunning as a fox … If you want to steal the key from him, the difficulty level is too high. Daddy won't let you take the risk. "
"It's okay! Xing Eight doesn't dare do anything to me. "
The little guy seemed to be determined to help his father, Feng Xinglang, escape from prison.
"Nuonuo, you have such a filial piety, your father is already very satisfied …"
Before Feng Xinglang could finish his sentence, with a 'kang lang' sound, the secret room's door was pushed open.
Xing Ba and his son, the Feng Xinglang father and son, charged straight over.
"Eighth Brother, what are you doing?"
The little guy was shocked, and instinctively opened up his little arms to block his father, Feng Xinglang.
Seeing the little fellow glaring at him angrily as a beautiful adult in order to protect his own father, Xing Ba was both angry and amused.
"It's not what I want to do! My foster father is coming back soon! "I'm still waiting for you to pick up the car!"
Xing Ba rushed forward and without a word, picked up Little Twelfth.
"Hurry up! If we make our foster father panic, then neither of us will have a good ending! "