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Chapter 579: Isn't it rude too?

Feng Xinglang had set up a keyboard and locked it. He could only answer the call, but could not get through.

It was already 1 in the morning. Feng Xinglang flipped the phone in his hand, but still did not dial.

At this point of time, Xueluo and the child should have already gone to sleep.

But where was his good dream?

It looked like tonight would be another sleepless night.

Seeing Feng Xinglang lying down on the sofa, Yan Bang's eyes lit up. His left arm was badly mangled from the rocket launcher's explosion, but he could no longer feel any pain.

Yan Bang turned his body, and stared deeply at Feng Xinglang who was more than two meters away.

To Yan Bang, that was a distance that could not be reached! Therefore, he could only look at Feng Xinglang quietly.

Sometimes, Yan Bang also thought that he was bewitched.

Do you want to play the same game as Feng Xinglang?

It didn't seem right!

In terms of looks, Feng Xinglang was indeed a little handsome, but there were more beautiful and handsome men than Feng Xinglang in Night Villa.

Yan Bang had an evil thought in his mind. He wanted to keep Feng Xinglang by his side and make Feng Xinglang submit to him! Was it considered the possession of Feng Xinglang's wild nature? Or was it a manipulation of Feng Xinglang's ambitions?

No one knew!

In short, Yan Bang felt that as long as Feng Xinglang could stay under his nose forever, he would feel an indescribable sense of comfort!

There seemed to be an inexplicable sense of accomplishment!

This strange and tangled feeling!

"What are you thinking? Wife and children? "

Finally, Feng Xinglang stayed behind and let Yan Bang 'forgive' him.

As if he didn't like others seeing through his weaknesses, Feng Xinglang's handsome eyebrows gently twitched.

"I was thinking: That brat Bai Mo, he must be f * cking heartless, right? As the boss, you are already injured to such an extent. Why is he so lazy to even look at you? It looks like your, Yan Bang's, popularity of people is too vile! If you really die, other than me, no one else will be able to retrieve your corpse! "

Feng Xinglang just casually picked a topic to talk with Yan Bang.

While talking to Yan Bang, she did not forget to think about how to deal with Hetun.

"Actually, the one with the least conscience would be you, Feng Xinglang! But you still want to help me collect my corpse … This is really hard on you! "

"I'm asking you, Bai Mo! "Why are you talking to me?"

"Bai Mo has been placed under house arrest by the Gentleman Bai for a poison attack! It has already been half a month! "

"Escort a poison?"

Feng Xinglang was startled, "That brat really became addicted to drugs? Does he not know that that thing is a dirty thing that can take his life? "

Yan Bang took in a deep breath, and only slightly exhaled half a breath of air.

"There are some things that one should not touch even though one knows that it is filled with poison, but there will still be people who will pursue it without any hesitation … Do you know why? "

Yan Bang slowed his pace, and answered his own question: "This is called a mental belief! It gave him a fatal attraction! Just like you, Feng Xinglang … "

"Stop!"

Feng Xinglang scolded him in an indifferent tone, "I have no interest in listening to your brainwashing!"

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Throughout the entire night, Feng Xinglang did not go back to disturb the mother and son pair.

Xueluo and his son finally had a peaceful sleep. Until the little guy in his arms woke up from his hunger.

To be more accurate, the little guy wasn't woken up by hunger, but was woken up by the phone in the living room.

With its stomach growling in hunger, the little fellow was unable to sleep anymore. It then sat up and looked at the still sleeping Mommy, Xueluo.

With a "Baji" sound, the little guy sucked on Mommy's cheek, then got up and left.

"Nuonuo, are you going to shush us?" Xueluo who had long woken up asked.

"I'm going to turn off that damn noisy phone!"

The little guy was barefooted. It wheezed as it ran towards the door.

The phone was still ringing.

Auntie should have noticed. At the same time, she took it over and, at someone's instruction, put the landline back until she woke the mother and son in the room.

The angry little Linnuo actually picked up the phone, wanting to 'educate' the person on the other end of the line for a while.

"Xueluo, is that you?"

Other than Sister Yue who had just been told by him not to answer the phone, the only one who could answer the phone was Feng Xinglang's wife and children.

Feng Xinglang did not want to disturb them, but it was already past 8 in the morning. Waking them up for breakfast should also be considered a good deed.

At least, that was what Feng Xinglang thought.

"I'm not! Feng Xinglang, waking someone up to sleep is too rude! Do you understand? "

The little guy scolded his father, Feng Xinglang.

"If you want to say it's impolite, then let's go together! It's rather rude of you to not call me daddy this early in the morning and instead call me by my real name, isn't that right? "

The son's voice made Feng Xinglang, whose heart was tied to his chest, comforted him a lot. It was as if all his fatigue and anger had been completely discarded at this moment.

"You are not my biological father! You're just a bastard! The bastard who abandoned his wife and son! "

The little guy shouted on the phone, filled with righteous indignation.

This phrase, 'abandon your wife and children', seemed to be deeply rooted within the little fellow's tiny heart.

This was all thanks to Hetun and Xing Shi'er.

Over time, his ears became wet, and in addition to the recent eye stains, the little fellow gained a deeper understanding of his son who had abandoned his wife.

The Hetun's motive was very obvious: it was between Little Fifteen and his father, Feng Xinglang. Thus, he would use this little fellow to deal with his own father!

To a father, there was nothing more cruel and painful than dying at the hands of one's own flesh and blood!

Therefore, the first thing Hetun had to do was to make Little Fifteen have a deep hatred towards his father!

The plan was so perfect! But the only thing that was incomplete was that the Hetun seemed to have feelings for this little fellow!

Just like that marine sphere that appeared a second earlier … Could it be that Hetun was also worried that the little fellow would fall to the marble floor?

"Do you, a little kid, know what it means to abandon your wife and children?"

It sounded like Feng Xinglang was annoyed by this little fellow, "Such a smart kid, can't you tell that this Hetun is up to no good? He wants to break off the relationship between us father and son! "

"Don't speak ill of my foster father! Feng Xinglang, you are the one! "Eggs!"

The little guy finished his growl and hung up the phone with a 'bada'.

He called them early in the morning to curry favor with their son and mother, and even cursed them as bastards, yet they were hung up?

Feng Xinglang's handsome face distorted.

When he tried to call her again, the little guy first got through, then hung up, and then put the landline aside; thus, Feng Xinglang was unable to reach her.

The incomparably disappointed Feng Xinglang could not help but think of the sticking yet obedient Little Princess Feng...