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Chapter 518: Poor little bastard who was abandoned by his mother

"Lin Xueluo, if you dare run, I will make it so that you will never see your son again in your life!"

Feng Xinglang's loud roar came from behind, while he ran even faster.

It was only until Xueluo disappeared into the end of the long corridor that Feng Xinglang realized: That idiot woman Lin Xueluo had really left her own son behind. He ran away!

It was as if Linnuo, the little friend in his arms, was also stunned for a moment. He ran away!

Well, Mommy just went home and called for help. She would not abandon her own son.

As the little guy comforted himself, his small eyes began to tear up.

After all, Mommy left him, didn't she?

The father and son pair were both silent!

This intense and quick tempo really made the small ball stupefied.

She skipped over the complicated process and came to a sad conclusion: The little brother's mother left the little brother alone! Little big brother became a motherless child!

"Little big brother, don't cry, your mommy ran away … Just follow me home. "

Little cutie is kind. She wanted to take her little brother, who had no mother, home with her.

Originally, with Linnuo's stubbornness as a little friend, he wouldn't cry in front of this bastard's father. However, after hearing Little Princess Feng's words, those big tears started to roll down his face.

"I'm not crying! You're so annoying! My mommy just went back for help! Then, come back and kill that bastard Feng Xinglang! "

The little guy whined in an aggrieved tone. It was as if he still could not accept the fact that he had been abandoned by his own mother.

Being yelled at by this little fellow, Feng Little Princess could no longer hold on and immediately threw herself into Feng Lixin's embrace and started to cry loudly.

As she was crying, she glanced at Linnuo's little brother who was being held tightly in's arms by her, seemingly wanting to see what kind of reaction he would have after he cried himself to death. Or would he run over to comfort her and coax her?

It was a pity that little friend Linnuo was not someone who would treat women with mercy. He couldn't care less about his own sorrows, how could he care about Princess Feng.

"Xinglang, in my opinion, you should let Nuonuo and his mother go back first. Then we'll think it over. "

Actually, Feng Lixin wanted to say: If you hold this little guy hostage like this, this little guy's heart would only feel even worse. The distance between you father and son is not narrowed, but it is drawn further.

Feng Xinglang glared at Feng Lixin and said coldly: "Feng Lixin, if it were your own child, would you let him go back and acknowledge you as his father?"

Hearing Feng Xinglang's shout, Feng Lixin also quietened down. He could understand Feng Xinglang's current mood. It was as if he was willing to do anything for his daughter.

That was why he said: The onlookers know what is going on.

Even though he knew that his actions would hurt his child, Feng Xinglang could not let go of his son Linnuo's arms! Furthermore, it was impossible for him to allow the little fellow to acknowledge him as a father.

With the departure of Mommy and Xueluo, Little Brother Linnuo, who had been crying for a while, calmed down.

"Feng Xinglang, you're finished! My foster father will definitely come looking for me! I will beat you up very badly! "

The little fellow once again used the might of a fox and a tiger.

Feng Xinglang reduced the strength in his arms a little, as if he wanted to let the little fellow move in a more comfortable position; when the little fellow tried to resist, he tightened his arms.

He repeated the same action over and over again. He just didn't want to hurt Lil Thing or injure it.

The little guy was unable to see through the minute details of fatherly love, much less understand it.

"Feng Linnuo, are you very happy to see your fake foster father beating up your father?"

Feng Xinglang began to reason with the little fellow. in the way he, Feng Xinglang, was supposed to do it.

He even domineeringly added the word 'seal' in front of the little guy's name.

"My name is not Feng Linnuo, my name is Linnuo!" The little guy immediately corrected.

"My foster father is not a fake! It's better if you're a fake! "

The little thing defended the Hetun's image and position everywhere.

Actually, it could also be seen from another angle that the care and concern the Hetun had for this little fellow was deeply rooted. There was no suppression or abuse.

"I am a fake? Hehe, if it wasn't for my little koloss, how would I have you? "You are my biological son. From today onwards, you must take my surname Feng."

Feng Xinglang stubbornly corrected his son Nuonuo's knowledge.

"It was Hetun who separated our family of three ruthlessly and ruthlessly! He is our common enemy! "

Regardless of whether the little guy accepted it or not, Feng Xinglang would still tell him the truth.

"You are the enemy of me and Mommy and my foster father! I saw you bully Mommy with my own eyes! He locked Mommy on the sofa and even stripped off her clothes … I hate you! I hate you! "

The little guy angrily shouted out his dissatisfaction towards Feng Xinglang, the bastard's father.

Feng Xinglang was slightly startled. Just as he had expected, Lin Xueluo was rescued by the people of the Hetun from his resting room.

It was just that Feng Xinglang never thought that the Hetun would actually have his own son brought to observe the scene.

Isn't this Hetun way too vicious? This was simply ruthlessly pulling on their hatred!

Thinking about it made sense: How could the Hetun miss out on any chance to separate the father and son duo's feelings!

"Your Mommy is my wife. If I don't sleep with her, how can I have you? "Therefore, it is only natural for me to sleep with her."

Feng Xinglang shamelessly said. He had a domineering demeanor towards his father.

"Mommy is mine! You can only sleep with me! "

The little fellow didn't understand. The word 'sleep' that the bastard's father spoke of was like a heaven and earth difference from the word 'sleep' that he understood.

"Heh, you even dared to go against me? When you slept with your mommy, you were just a little tadpole! "

The father and son duo's conversation, although tinged with hostility and the smell of gunpowder, was still very pleasant.

"You're the one with the tadpoles! "You are an ugly toad!"

The little guy kept talking to his father, Feng Xinglang.

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Actually, Xing Ba knew everything that had happened in the private room of the teahouse like the back of his hand.

But he did not make a move to save Xueluo and his mother. This was also Hetun's intention.

"Foster father, Feng Xinglang kidnapped fifteen years old."

On the phone, Xing Ba reported everything he saw to foster father Hetun.

"Then what about Lin Xueluo?"

Hetun's voice was heavy. it was not because Little Fifteen had been kidnapped by Feng Xinglang that he was nervous. He was as calm as if he had expected it all.

"Lin Xueluo has escaped."

"He ran away? Heh, interesting! "

"What about fifteen? Do you want me to chase them back? "

"No need! I'll let his father take him back and cultivate our relationship for a few days. "

"If the father and son pair were to develop feelings for each other, then, foster father, you …"

Xing Ba asked out his own doubt. After all, Little Fifteen is Hetun's most beloved foster son.

"If you can forget about me, this foster father, in just three to five days, that kind of ingrate … What do I need him for? "