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Chapter 700: How dare you think of yourself as a bad person!
The little guy used a coquettish and adorable tone.
He had been hanging out with his bastard father these past few days, and now all sorts of people were showing off.
He clearly knew that using such a method would make the adult more suitable for his needs.
"Good!" Your foster father is willing to take the bait! "
Hetun actually agreed to the little guy's conditions, and even made such childish actions with the little thing. Although his movements were clumsy, but in Xueluo's eyes, it was still very warm.
Xueluo hoped even more that the Hetun would show more goodwill towards this world, and not be filled with hostility before.
Presumably, Hetun would no longer make things difficult for Feng Xinglang, right? Feng Xinglang was his only son.
Xueluo thought: The reason why Hetun did not die from shame from what he had done, was mostly because of the hidden joy in his heart.
A mad joy!
Because: Feng Xinglang was the biological son of his and his beloved woman!
To a certain extent, this was enough to make his Hetun proud! It wasn't in vain for him to cherish and cherish that woman for his entire life.
Although that feeling of affection had been distorted, demonized.
Seeing that foster father Hetun promised it again in his own way, the little guy was finally relieved.
"Father, you're so kind …" Fifteen loves her father the most! "
The standard of this little guy's good manners had clearly reached an even higher level.
When hugging her mother, he would say that he loved her mother the most; when he was having fun with his father, Feng Xinglang, he would also be coaxed that he loved his father the most, like a bastard.
They were both his favorites!
"My foster father loves fifteen as well!"
Hetun seemed to be a lot more relaxed, his aged face also revealed a trace of a smile. He hugged Little Fifteen with extreme warmth and satisfaction, as if he just couldn't hug him enough no matter what. He just wanted to continue to hug him like this forever.
In that moment of warmth, a strange scene flashed past Xueluo's mind: If Hetun and Feng Xinglang were to embrace, what kind of hair-raising scene would that be?
Or perhaps, it would never appear again in this life!
Hetun was intimate with Little Fifteen for a while, then he glanced at Xueluo who was sitting quietly, and said to the little guy: "Fifteen, this time, foster father brought you a lot of gifts. Last time, he got someone to give you the intellect - Luo. Follow Old Tweleve to your room. "
"Great, great!"
Once he mentioned intellect — — bot, the little guy immediately grabbed Xing Shi'er's hand and rushed back to his original room.
Xueluo could tell that Hetun had something he wanted to say to her.
Facing the Hetun alone, Xueluo was a little fearful. Instinctively, she stood up. Maybe subconsciously, she already felt that she was a level lower than the Hetun.
"Don't stand, sit."
Hetun looked at Xueluo with a gaze that had never been gentle before.
Was he so unfamiliar that Xueluo almost couldn't recognize that he was the fierce and ruthless character from before?
It was worth it for now. Xueluo seemed to have realized this just now: A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. No, this analogy was not right. It should be a lion without teeth, and it should still be a lion!
Even though he had experienced the vicissitudes of life, even though he felt guilty and regretful, he still did not change the fact that he was a lion.
"Xing Lang, he …" His injuries … Are you feeling better? "
Hetun asked with some hesitation.
Such an opening statement made Xueluo go silent for a moment. The intimacy he had with his own grandson had come to an end, and he was now beginning to care about his own son again?
He also did not see his Hetun caring about a victim like her!
"Much better. I really thought that Feng Xinglang would die … It must be that Feng's mother was blessed by the heavens with her son! "
Xueluo said it on purpose. Especially when she deliberately mentioned Feng Xinglang's mother.
Sure enough, the Hetun fell silent.
After a while, he let out a breath of air and started to blame himself with a hoarse voice, "It's all my fault... I almost killed my own flesh and blood! "I'm sorry, Ah He. I'm also sorry, Xing Lang."
It was good that he knew! Xueluo could only silently curse: Do you think that just because you have a head full of white hair, you can erase all the evil deeds you have done in one go and obtain the forgiveness of the victims?
"Xueluo, I found some good medicine for Ah Lang to remove blood stasis and strengthen his body, bring it back to him so he can take it. Just say that you bought it yourself. "
He's already called 'Ah Lang'?
He really didn't think of himself as a bad guy!
Think about it: Would your son like to be called that?
"Mr. Xing, Feng Xinglang and I have already … Divorced! I'll bring him the medicine. Wasn't that a bit inappropriate? Why don't you send it to him yourself! "
Alright, Xueluo had said those words on purpose.
How did you mistreat your own son? And now he was pretending to be a good person … Was it hypocritical?
Xueluo admitted it: I have such a small amount of anger, dissatisfaction and resentment.
How could he not resent it? Fortunately, Lin Xueluo's life force was strong enough, otherwise, he would have long died without even leaving a speck of dust.
"Divorced? Why? Is it because of me? "
Hetun asked. His raised eyebrows seemed to be recovering their biting cold bit by bit.
"I didn't get along with her, so I left!"
Xueluo gave them the most popular reason.
"If this child has it, why should he marry it? Are you angry with Ah Lang? "
The words of the Hetun made Xueluo vaguely sense that it was' protecting a baby '.
"Your son is going to divorce me."
Xueluo deliberately refuted. He took the initiative to probe Hetun's tone.
Hetun was silent for a while, "Xueluo, you are a good woman, a good mother, and even more so, a good wife … Everything that happened before was my fault. I hope you will forgive Ah Lang for my sake. "
"..." Why?
Why did Xueluo feel that Feng Xinglang had gained another accomplice?
No wonder! This Hetun was Feng Xinglang's father. It would be strange if he didn't help Feng Xinglang, his own son, and instead helped an outsider like her!
"Also, that day at the entrance of the pharmacy, you slapped Ah Lang in front of Fifteen … "How much do I feel for his father?"
"..."
Xueluo fell silent, and fiercely fell silent.
She suddenly realized: it was as if she wasn't human anymore!
He had deceived and deceived Linnuo, bringing his son to visit the Hetun, afraid that the Hetun would feel guilty and guilty, and die in depression;
Thinking about it now, with Hetun's mental fortitude, he had been overthinking it!
And now, he actually had to listen to the criticism and education of the Hetun's Protector.
He had offended someone! Why didn't someone appear to protect Lin Xueluo?
The phone suddenly rang, interrupting Xueluo's train of thoughts. She took out her phone from her bag. It was Feng Xinglang.
Thus, she made an action that caused Hetun to be stunned.
"Your son called. Are you going to answer?"