Chapter 1194: Don't bark

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"what……"
A thick and scream came from the study.
"Uh? My mom is in danger!"
Lin Nuo's first thought was, of course, his favorite dear mommy. He twisted his body to struggle from Xing Ba's arms.
But Xing Ba, who was holding the little fellow, frowned. "How can I hear the sad sorrow of your dear?"
"Snowfall isn't it for Alan?"
Hezi's heart-stricken Hetun complained unclearly, "What kind of action? Can't you say something!"
Really not!
But Xue Luo moved his mouth!
And still made a ruthless position in Feng Xinglang's indescribable part!
You can tell from Feng Xinglang's screaming scream, this is not a light mouth!
But it does not rule out that someone has ingredients for showy scheming! In order to reduce women's resentment against him.
Xue Luo also thought about mouthing on men's cheeks, necks, arms, etc., but in order to avoid unnecessary trouble for being seen by outsiders, he eventually chose an undescriptive part below.
That way, even his son Lin Nuo would not find out. At least Feng Xinglang will not actively show it to his son in a sympathetic way!
"Old man, let fifteen go in and see."
Even if the little couple really got into a fight, Hetun wouldn't go in easily to persuade him. He knew it at this point.
But the scream of the son just now was so stern that Hetun could not help hearing it. I don't know if Lin Xueluo, a gentle daughter-in-law who has always been gentle, will really kill her husband!
"Mummy ... Mummy ... Protect your son to protect you!"
The little guy was cuddling and rushed into the study.
Harmony has been restored in the study: Xue Luo is still sitting at the desk; while Feng Xinglang is holding the edge of the desk with one hand, his forehead is thin with sweat. Seems to be holding back something, Mei Yu twisted a little.
"Mum, are you okay?"
"It's okay! How could mommy be troubled with your dad?" Xue Luo wiped the corners of his lips with a tissue.
"But just now ... my son heard a scream!"
"Oh, is that it? Ask your dear! Anyway, it's not what Mummy called!"
Snow fell and dropped a little blood-stained paper towel into a wastebasket.
"Feng Xinglang, what are you screaming at? Are you scary!"
"Daddy didn't call me! You must have heard it wrong!"
Feng Xinglang bowed slightly, looking as if he was avoiding pain.
"You must have heard it right! The eighth and the right father both heard it!"
"..."
This time it's big! When did the old guy in Hetun come back?
Originally, Xinglang was only to cope with a woman's cry, who thought there were so many listeners outside!
Xue Luo also frowned: Why did Hetun come back silently? !!
You know that Lin Xueluo abused his pro-son, maybe he had another good training!
Don't panic! Presumably he was not thick enough to show that kind of place to others to gain sympathy.
"Okay son, go out and get ready, let's go back to Shencheng in a while."
"I don't want to go back to Shencheng with you! It's good for me and my mom to stay at Yiyi's house!"
The little guy is any kind of unhappy own dad. Nowhere, nowhere.
"You don't have to go back, dad and your mum come back! Don't cry and make no noise and run back!"
Feng Xinglang sat tightly against Xueluo, leaning an arm around the woman's waist.
"Mummy won't go back with you! Where is my dear son, she will stay there!"
Lin Nuo, who didn't want to be neglected, came up and hugged Xueluo's waist, and bemused softly, "Mum's favorite person is me!"
"Okay, that dad lives here too."
Feng Xinglang embraced his wife and children in his arms, "until you and Mommy are willing to go back with me!"
...
On the window, there was a beautiful and well-behaved little girl. It looks like four or five years old. With a snappable face, full of expectation.
A pair of big clear eyes blinked like a doll with aura in the window.
Feng Tuan Tuan is very well-behaved and has always been quiet, noisy and noisy.
The driver was Ba Song, who was waiting at the airport early.
Cong Gang occasionally glanced up at Fengtuan Tu, and his slightly squinting eyes lifted lightly.
"Tuantu, who do you like best?"
Cong Gang is not the kind of talkative person, nor the kind of caring man, and he will not deliberately make fun of Feng Tuan. But for some topics, some necessary preparations must be made to make it easier for a 5-year-old kid to accept.
Feng Tuan Tuan also glanced at Cong Gang, "Tuan Tuan likes papa the most ... and also likes Uncle and Brother Nono. And my aunt ... and my mum!"
"Your mummy is dead!"
Cong Gangfeng said quietly, "From now on, you won't like it!"
The little cute stared with big tearful eyes in horror, staring at Cong Gang dullly, the tears that couldn't hold back fell straight.
"Uncle Big Caterpillar ... Do you mean it? My mum ... my mummy really died?"
"Um! Dead! So don't miss her in the future!"
Cong Gang's words did not bring a little bit of temperature, nor did he consider the affordability of a child.
"Tuan Tuan's mummy died ... Tuan Tuan had no mummy ... Tuan Tuan became a child without a mother ..."
Little cute worked hard for tears and sadness, but when she could bear it, she burst into tears.
Cong Gang didn't comfort the crying group, but let her cry so much.
"Uncle Big Caterpillar ... Tuan Tuan has no mummy ... Tuan Tuan has no mummy!"
Cong Gang just looked at the crying group, and when she was sobbing so fast that she could not breathe, she said quietly: "Uncle has no father and mother ... Isn't it all the same?"
Is it really good?
At least before he met Feng Xinglang, Cong Gang was just a walking dead with hatred!
But after meeting Feng Xinglang ... it seems even worse!
"Will that Uncle Caterpillar miss his parents?"
Seeing that someone was more pathetic than himself, the little cute choked while sobbing and asked.
"I don't want to!" Cong Gang said coldly.
"Why? Uncle Big Caterpillar's father and mother are not good for you?" Little Cute asked awkwardly.
"Tuan, crying for a while is enough."
Cong Gang handed the tissue, "Wipe the tears away! Your mummy is dead, and you and your dad can only live a better life!"
Little cutie took the paper towel that Cong had just handed in, "Will that be crying for a while, OK? Tuan Tuan is really sad ..."
"..." Cong Gang nodded slightly. "Well, cry."