One second to remember [Brushstroke Pavilion] [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]
"Ahh …"
A deep and mournful scream came from the study room.
"Eh? "My mother is in danger!"
The first thing that Linnuo thought of was of course his beloved mother. He twisted his body and tried to struggle out of Xing Ba's embrace.
However, Xing Ba, who was carrying the little fellow, frowned, "But why did I hear your father's miserable wails?"
"Xueluo couldn't have made a move on Ah Lang, right?"
Hetun, who was anxious to protect his son, started to complain, "Why are you doing this? Can't you just say what you want to say! "
He really didn't make a move!
But Xueluo moved her mouth!
And it was at a place where Feng Xinglang could not even be described as a fierce mouth!
From Feng Xinglang's miserable wails, it could be seen that his words were not light!
However, there was a possibility that someone was putting on a show! In order to reduce the resentment the woman had towards him.
Xueluo had also considered eating on the man's cheeks, neck, arms and other places, but in order to avoid unnecessary trouble from being seen by others, she decided to eat somewhere indescribable below.
That way, even his son Linnuo would not notice. At least Feng Xinglang would not take the initiative to show it to her son in a sympathetic manner!
"Eighth Brother, let Fifteen go in and take a look."
Even if the two of them were to really fight, it would be inconvenient for the Hetun to go in and stop them. He did have this self-knowledge.
But his son's scream just now was truly mournful, causing Hetun to feel pain in his heart. Who knew if Lin Xueluo, the usually gentle daughter-in-law, would actually harm his own husband!
"Mommy... Mommy. Your own son is here to protect you! "
The little guy yelled as it rushed into the study room.
The peace in the study room had already been restored: Xueluo was still seated at her desk, while Feng Xinglang was holding onto the edge of it with one hand, with a thin layer of sweat appearing on his forehead. He seemed to be enduring something, and his brows were furrowed with melancholy.
"Mommy, are you okay?"
"It's nothing! With your dad here, how could Mommy be alright! " Xueluo wiped the corner of his mouth with a tissue.
"But just now … His own son heard a miserable scream! "
"Oh, really? Ask your father! "Anyway, it's not Mommy who screamed it out!"
Xueluo threw the tissue that was slightly stained with blood into the side of the paper basket.
"Feng Xinglang, why are you shouting so much? "It's very scary!"
"Did not call him daddy!" You must have heard wrong! "
Feng Xinglang bowed slightly, looking like he was avoiding the pain.
"I definitely did not hear wrong!" Eighth Brother and godfather heard it! "
"..."
This was too embarrassing! When did the old man, Hetun, come back?
Originally, Feng Xinglang had only called out a few times to please the woman. Who would have thought that there would be so many people listening in on him outside?
Xueluo also frowned: Why did this Hetun come back without a sound?!
One had to know that Lin Xueluo had beaten his own son, so maybe he would receive a good beating again!
Don't panic! Presumably, he, Feng Xinglang, was not thick-skinned enough to show that kind of place to others to gain sympathy.
"Alright, my good son, let's go out and prepare first. We'll head back to the Shen City later."
"I'm not going back to the Shen City with you! It's good for me to stay at my foster father's house with Mommy! "
In any case, the little fellow was still a father that disliked him in all sorts of ways. Nothing.
"It's fine if you don't want to go back, but your father will go back with your mother! "When the time comes, don't cry and argue and run back home!"
Feng Xinglang sat down tight and wrapped his arm around his waist.
"Mommy won't go back with you! She will stay wherever her own son is! "
Little friend Linnuo, who didn't want to be neglected, went up and hugged Xueluo's waist, playing the part of an obedient child.
"Alright, then your father will stay here as well."
Feng Xinglang carried his wife and children in his arms, "Until you and Mommy are willing to return with me!"
… ….
A pretty and well-behaved little girl was lying on the window. He looked to be about four or five years old. He had a face full of anticipation.
A pair of crystal clear eyes blinked brilliantly like a doll with spirit energy in the window.
Feng Tuantuan was very obedient, and never made a sound.
The one driving the car was Basong, he had long been waiting at the airport.
Cong Gang occasionally glanced sideways at Feng Tuantuan, and his slightly narrowed eyes slightly raised.
"Boss, who do you like the most?"
Cong Gang was not the type of person who liked to talk too much, or the type of man who liked people, and would definitely not tease Feng Tuantuan intentionally. However, some topics still needed to be prepared in order to make a 5-year-old kid more receptive.
Feng Tuantuan turned her head and looked at Cong Gang in a daze, "Huge groups of people like papas … She also likes Uncle and Big Brother Nuonuo. And her aunt. And my mommy! "
"Your mommy is dead!"
Cong Gang said calmly, "From today onwards, you won't be able to enjoy it anymore!"
The cute girl widened her teary eyes and looked at Cong Gang in a daze.
"Uncle Caterpillar. Are you serious? My mother. Is my mother really dead? "
"Hm!" Dead! So don't think about her from now on! "
Cong Gang's words didn't have a hint of warmth, nor did he consider the endurance of a child.
"Mummy is dead. There's no mommy left in those bundles. "They became motherless children …"
The cute girl was trying her best to hold back her tears and grief. She started to cry uncontrollably.
Cong Gang did not comfort the crying Feng Tuantuan, but allowed her to wail like this.
"Uncle Caterpillar. No mommy left. We don't have any mommies left! "
Just like that, Cong Gang looked at the crying balls, and only when she was crying until he almost lost his breath did he finally say lightly: "Uncle doesn't have anymore parents either … Isn't it just as well! "
Is it really that good?
At least until he met Feng Xinglang, Cong Gang would just be a zombie with accumulated hatred!
But after meeting Feng Xinglang … It seemed even worse!
"Will Uncle Caterpillar miss his parents?"
Seeing someone more pitiful than her, the little cutie choked with sobs as she asked.
"I don't want to!" Cong Gang said coldly.
"Why? Is Uncle Caterpillar's father and mother not good for you? " The little cutie asked in a daze.
"Bundle, crying for a while is enough."
Cong Gang passed over a tissue, "Wipe your tears clean! If your mommy dies, you will only live a better life with your father! "
Xiao Rou took the tissue from Cong Gang, "Can you let the ball cry a little longer? "I'm so sad …"
"..." Cong Gang slightly nodded, "Mn, just cry."