One second to remember [Brushstroke Pavilion] [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]
Chapter 770 – Scram
Upon hearing its mother say that it could bite its father, Feng Xinglang, the little fellow immediately hopped up and down, eager to give it a try.
From the beginning, he opened up the thin blanket that covered his father Feng Xinglang, and then pulled up his father's clothes, revealing his waist.
"Mommy, there is so much meat on Feng Xinglang's waist, which part is the 'waist meat'?" the little guy asked urgently.
"Mommy doesn't know. "Why don't you try biting it?"
Xueluo opened the window, allowing more fresh air to flow into the ward.
After taking in a deep breath of this tranquil atmosphere, it was as if his entire being had become tranquil.
Somehow, Xueluo suddenly felt that every blade of grass and tree in the Shen City was so adorable and warm.
"It should be here…"
The little fellow immediately climbed onto his father's sickly body, used its little hands to squeeze his father's waist, and just as it was about to bury its head into its mouth to bite down, Feng Xinglang suddenly flipped over on the sickly body, and pulled its son, Linnuo, who was resting on his waist and itching for food, into its arms.
"My good son, I'm your father after all. Are you really willing to bite me?"
Feng Xinglang rubbed his son's face, his eyes filled with affection.
"What Mommy said really worked! I didn't even bite you, I just pinched you and you woke up! "
Seeing that her father Feng Xinglang had finally woken up, the little guy immediately became overjoyed.
"That place is only suitable for your mommy to bite, it's not suitable for you to bite."
Feng Xinglang sat up straight, restraining the twisting son in his arms slightly, "My good son, give daddy a kiss."
"I'm not kissing you! Mommy and I haven't forgiven you yet! "
The little guy stubbornly refused to take the initiative to kiss Feng Xinglang.
"Sigh, my dear father is so pitiful … Even my own son isn't willing to kiss me! "
Feng Xinglang started to play a dirty trick on the little guy.
The little guy seemed to be unable to bear with his father showing his weakness like this, but in order to stand firm and take into account his mother's feelings, the little guy glanced towards Xueluo and moaned grudgingly:
"You have always pampered the crying Feng Tuantuan, go and let her kiss you!"
A five-year-old child is still quite dissatisfied with the fact that his father's love has been taken away by another child.
"My father loves you for your stubborn hypocrisy! If you don't want to kiss me, then I can only kiss you on my own accord … "
Looking at the father and son pair who were in an uproar, Xueluo felt both gratified and sad at the same time.
It was gratifying that his son had finally received the love and companionship that he had yearned for in his dreams. And the reason for his sorrows was that the mother and son had paid far too much for this day.
Not only in body, but also in mind!
And Xueluo could not help but think: All of this, could it be counted as Lan Youyou's' love that came for nothing 'after he left?
Never mind that! At least at this moment, this man was by their side!
If Lan Youyou could see her happiness, it wouldn't be in vain for her to 'retreat'!
Alright, he had been too petty again!
When Hetun came in, Feng Xinglang and his son were making a ruckus on the bed.
"Get out!"
Feng Xinglang didn't even give him a glance as he spat out these three cold words from his mouth.
There were only four people in the ward. Other than the Hetun who had just entered, there was only Xueluo and the father and son making a ruckus on the bed.
It was obvious who Feng Xinglang was going to tell.
Xueluo could clearly feel the muscles on Hetun's resolute face twitch a few times. She could sense the awkwardness this Hetun was in at this moment.
The kind-hearted Xueluo instinctively wanted to go forward and take the food bag from the Hetun's hands, "Cough!" But he stopped after hearing Feng Xinglang's sharp and light cough.
Thinking about how Feng Xinglang had barely survived this ordeal, Xueluo felt that this slight grievance that he had suffered was not a big deal.
However… Hetun was still considered a formidable person, after all, he definitely didn't feel good being scolded by his own son as' get out '.
But at this moment, Xueluo struggled with his thoughts, and finally chose to stand by Feng Xinglang's side.
Because no matter what Hetun did, no matter what the reason was, the consequences would be dire!
Feng Lixin who had been burnt beyond recognition.
Feng Xinglang who had been shot three times by the Hetun, and had almost lost his life on the vast ocean;
And her and her son Linnuo, who had been tormented and humiliated …
Xueluo didn't want to think about it too carefully, because whenever she recalled the unbearable memories, her heart would start beating so fast that it would be hard for her to calm down.
"Foster father…"
The cry of Linnuo's little friend interrupted the awkward scene in the ward that was close to suffocating.
After placing the food bag in his hand on the tea table, Hetun turned around and left stiffly.
At this moment, the tall and muscular back of the Hetun was in an unprecedented state of desolation.
The desolation of a generation of tyrants was like heaven falling into hell.
"Thank you, foster father!"
The little guy twisted and turned his small body, wanting to get down from the sickly body to send off the foster father Hetun, but was held tightly by Feng Xinglang the entire time.
"Feng Xinglang, you're so annoying, you've scolded my foster father until he left! "He doesn't respect the elderly at all!"
In fact, after a month of kindergarten, the little guy had not learned 'respecting the elderly and cherishing the young' for nothing.
"Feng Linnuo, remember this: from today onwards, you are not allowed to call that person's foster father.
Feng Xinglang solemnly revealed a pale white face.
"I didn't hear it!"
The little guy's stubbornness and willfulness was not something that Feng Xinglang could stop with just a few loud shouts.
"Foster father's pain is at 15 years of age! But you bastard Feng Xinglang doesn't necessarily care about me the most! If you don't let me call you foster father, then I won't call you your biological father! "
This little stubborn seed… No one else!
"…" Feng Xinglang's cold face could not help but twitch slightly.
Xueluo was silent the entire time. She did not criticize her son for his stubbornness and willfulness.
The child's world was pure and beautiful. Whoever treated him well, he would remember. He had his own little ideas and little ideas.
"Nuonuo, go out and send your foster father off. Don't go too far away."
He could tell that Xueluo had something he wanted to say to Feng Xinglang.
"Oh."
The little guy successfully climbed down from his sickness and ran towards the door of the ward. Because the little fellow could also feel that foster father Hetun was very injured just now.
Xueluo walked over and gently hugged the man who was lying on the bed.
Feng Xinglang opened her arms and hugged the woman forcefully, deeply burying her in her heart as she restlessly and viciously hugged her …
"Actually, both you and the Hetun aren't worth it for me and Nuonuo to forgive! "One of you is a prisoner, one of you is an abandoned wife, both of you are not good people!"