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Chapter 592 – Lin Xueluo's Non-reserved
Until Feng Xinglang left the police station with his back straight.
What does that mean?
Be a prisoner of the Hetun?
What was Second Master Feng planning to do now?
and even want him to go to the Shallow Water Bay ten days later to save him?
Squadron Leader Jane finally understood that Feng Xinglang was just making a joke towards him after he reported to the Hetun that his wife and children were not under house arrest.
At that time, Lady Jane did not pay much attention to it, nor did she take it seriously!
Furthermore, if there was another case involving the Hetun, he would report it to her truthfully. To be honest, a person like the Hetun was not someone a small captain like him could decide.
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These past few days, Xueluo and her son had been relatively safe.
His body was his, so even if not for himself, he would at least cherish and cherish his own body for his son Linnuo. Now, besides his own mother, his son seemed to have no other father to rely on.
Xueluo told the only female chef in the Shallow Water Bay that he had just given birth to something that needed to be nourished with food.
This bunch of men in the Shallow Water Bay all didn't seem to have the ability to care for the fairer sex, so Xueluo could only cherish his own body.
After being locked in Qibei Mountain City to recuperate for around ten days, he then went back to Shallow Water Bay to recuperate for five to six days. After half a month of recuperation, Xueluo's body had already recovered quite a bit. It was just a spiritual and soul injury that could not be healed by medicine or nourishment.
After receiving the news that Lin Xueluo was a prostitute from the female chef, Xing Shi'er immediately informed Hetun during a training session.
The Hetun was not interested in Xueluo's small fortune. He was only interested in the process and results of Xueluo's injury to him.
In other words: Xueluo and her son chose to return to his side of Hetun and drew a clear line between them and Feng Xinglang.
Returning his foster son to his side was one of his goals, but to be able to make Feng Xinglang's wife leave his side was truly a great joy.
After returning to the Shen City, giving Xueluo the freedom to enter and leave the Shallow Water Bay, was also one of the strategies that the Hetun had in mind.
He wanted to give Xueluo and her son a chance to get close to him, and properly cultivate such a frail relationship. Then, he wanted to force Feng Xinglang to ruthlessly abandon them once more …
Adding on the fact that Feng Xinglang had a past record of abandoning his wife and son, this' consolidation 'of his strength completely broke the relationship between him and his wife.
It was just that both Hetun and Xing Shi'er did not expect that Feng Xinglang's ability in that area was so powerful. In just two months, he had managed to get Lin Xueluo pregnant! And it was a small production!
Should he sigh at Feng Xinglang's energy and vitality? Or should I anger him for not fighting for Lin Xueluo's modesty?
Shallow Water Bay's three meals a day were always plentiful.
It was still the same as before: the Hetun had brought her two favorite foster son s, Little Fifteen and Little Twelve, to eat at the table. Xueluo, on the other hand, only stayed in the huge kitchen to eat the nourishing and turbid medicinal food that the female chef had specially made for him.
Not only did Xueluo become taciturn, even the lively and active little friend Linnuo seemed to have been infected. This time, after returning to the Shallow Water Bay, the little guy was not happy.
Originally, before returning to the Shen City, he had been filled with hope to find his father.
And now, that heart full of hope had been defeated by the cruel reality. His father had chosen someone else's child and abandoned him.
Can you say that you don't blame your own father?
The little guy was still holding back his sadness. A child abandoned by his own father, more or less left a negative and pessimistic side to him. Thus, the little fellow became obedient in front of the Hetun.
Since his own father did not like him, he could only hope that foster father Hetun would be able to take care of them a little.
A five year old child thirsted to be cared for by someone with great ability. It would give him a sense of security.
On the dining table, there were almost all the dishes that Little Fifteen loved to eat. It was enough to see the Hetun's preference for him.
Hetun's skin injuries had already mostly healed. He reached out his muscular arms and fondled the little guy's shiny, black hair.
"This hairstyle is still as good as ever!" "It's much more handsome than the pot head that your mom cut for you!"
It was unknown why, but perhaps it was because Hetun's mental state was truly old. In addition to the fact that Little Fifteen had already been gone for over ten days, he was much more partial towards Little Fifteen, who had returned to his side.
The little guy carelessly poked at the rice in the bowl, picking at it without even taking a bite.
"Why aren't you eating?" Is this Chinese chef's food not to your liking? "
Hetun didn't seem to have anything to say. He could feel the little guy's depression these days.
The little fellow shook its head.
In order to show that the dishes were delicious, he used a fork to stick a piece of East Slope meat into his mouth.
At this moment, the image of his father, Feng Xinglang, eating the fat off the table in Feng Family appeared in the little guy's mind.
Perhaps … Bastard, your father still loves you and your mother! Was it just love!
"Your biological father abandoned you, so didn't he still have me as his foster father? It's enough to have a foster father to love you for fifteen years! "
Hetun carried the unhappy little fellow up from the chair and allowed him to sit on his strong legs. After that, he patiently fed the little guy himself for dinner.
These past few days, because he missed the little fellow so much that his beard drilled out of his skin, when Hetun touched the little fellow's fat face, it tickled him so much that he shrunk his neck to avoid it. Hetun did this on purpose to make the unhappy little fellow laugh.
Xing Ba walked in.
"Foster father, Feng Xinglang is here. He was alone. "He said he wanted to see you."
Hetun tightened his embrace with Little Fifteen, his thick sword-like eyebrows slightly raised: "I won't see you! I'm still busy! "
"Then I'll send him away." Xing Ba replied, then turned and left.
"Wait!"
Hetun called for Xing Ba to stop and turned around, "Let him in. "Just clean it up a bit."
The reason he changed his mind was because Hetun felt that it was quite interesting for his biological father to let his foster father feed his son while he was in his arms!
Furthermore, the little fellow's mood had been so low recently. It was possible that Feng Xinglang's arrival would cause it to laugh.
Xing Ba seemed to pause for a moment, then bowed and replied, "Alright, foster father."
"Fifteen, how are you going to vent your anger when your bastard dad arrives?"
Hetun asked with unease.
"I don't want to see him! He's not my father! "You're just a bastard!" The little guy was indignant.
"We should still meet!" Even if you don't avenge yourself, you should avenge your mother and sister, your brother and sister who died before you could even be born right? "
Hetun's words were truly eager for the world to be at peace.