Chapter 430: It's called "Fifteen"!

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Xue Luo was not sure whether Hetun, who had always been cold-blooded and cruel, really liked his son Lin Nuo.
But judging from the laughter of Hetun, it seemed that he had no need to pretend to be a five-year-old child.
It was just that Xue Luo didn't know whether there was a conspiracy that made her scare behind Hetun's smile.
In fact, Xueluo was grateful that Hetun provided the mother and son with a stable environment for five years.
Lest she be shocked, lest her suffer, lest she have nothing to do, and lest she drift away.
Xue Luo really didn't want to know the plot hidden behind Hetun. But whenever Snowfall was extraordinarily sane, she had to analyze what Hetun's plot was.
Sometimes Xueluo also thinks: He Tun loves his son Lin Nuo so much, shouldn't he treat the little guy as a tool?
But Xue Luo will inevitably be worried: a man who is particularly calm and sane like Hetun should clearly separate the two things of like and revenge.
Perhaps in the heart of Hetun, petting Lin Nuo and revenge Feng Xinglang has never been confused!
"Fifteen, do you like your righteous father?"
He Tun raised Linuo's child over his head and let him ride on his shoulder. This kind of petting action looks like an elder's doting on younger generations.
"If you perform well enough, I can still like you a little bit!"
The child Lin Nuo rode around Hetun's neck and hooked Hetun's neck with a pair of short legs. A difficult Dapeng spread his wings.
Fifteen, snow was chosen under helplessness.
On the day Lin Lin ’s child turned one year old, Hetun ’s celebration to the little ones was a special occasion.
The entire Pittsburgh was as happy as he Hetun married his wife.
The last item is to let the children of Lin Nuo arrest.
It is not to choose what toy you like, but to choose the name and ranking of Hetun for the little ones.
From the boss to the thirteenth, they are all in the range of choice.
The numbers are written on the paper, let the children of Linuo choose one of them.
At that time, Xue Luo was thinking: Yitun of Hetun has been ranked from the boss to the old twelve. If his son Lin Nuo chooses the old thirteen, it is fine, but if he chooses other, such as the fourth, fifth, and eighth Do n’t we have two fourths or fifths?
Snow fall could not prevent Hetun from taking his son Lin Nuo as the righteous son.
Perhaps this is one of the important reasons why Hetun brought their mother and son back to Fort Pete.
At that time, Xue Luo only saw a glass of black liquor in front of each other Yoshiko. Later, Xue Luo knew that the black liquor was neurotoxin, and it would die immediately after drinking.
In other words, Hetun will not allow his son Yizi to have repeated rankings and titles.
For example, if Lin Nuo accidentally chooses the fourth senior, the original fourth senior Xing must resolve himself.
The river is cruel and ruthless. All Yoshiko is only an available tool for him.
If he wants to, he will come immediately; if he wants to, he will go immediately.
There is also a terrible sign: Since He Tun was personally ‘advised to return’ by a Shu Ji, Xue Luo has never seen Xing San again.
Perhaps, Feng Xinglang promised his "beautiful return", but in the end it was just Xing San's dream that could never be realized!
The little P kid who is only one year old, he knows nothing. Hesitantly digging in the arms of Hetun, watching strangely the numbers that Hetun had lined up in front of him.
"Small thing, Yiyi will read it to you one by one. If you like that ranking, you squeak with Yiyi, okay?"
Of course, Lin Nuo didn't understand. He used meaty hands to rummage Hetun for toys that occasionally appeared magically.
"Boss ... the second ... the third ..."
Hetun reads slowly, giving the little guy enough reaction time; but things don't seem to be interested in the ‘old couple’ that Hetun reads, but more interested in the delicate pistol on Hetun.
Hetun did not hide, so let Lin Nuo play.
To be honest, Xue Luo's heart was so tense that he was afraid that his one-year-old son Lin Nuo would wipe his gun and go out. It was also later that she knew that the bullet had to be loaded first. What's the trigger safety plug.
In other words, his son Lin Nuo was safe playing Hetun's delicate pistol. This was only known after the snow fell.
When he didn't know, as soon as his son Lin Nuo pulled the gun from Hetun, Xue Luo was nervous.
"Old Seven ... Old Eight ..."
When Hetun reads "Old Eight", Lin Nuo, who was originally playing with a pistol, suddenly pauses, and then keeps talking in his mouth, "Eight ... Eight ... Eight ..."
In fact, only Xue Luo could understand. His son Lin Nuo did not read ‘eight’ at all, but ‘daddy’.
After giving birth to small things, Xue Luo will teach his son Lin Nuo to teach 'daddy' and 'mother' while nobody is there.
"Haha ... little thing, do you like old eighth?"
Hetun laughed heartily. I kissed him on the little face that kept thinking about ‘eight or eight’.
Xue Luo clearly felt that Xing Laoba's complexion bounced a few times, and then slowly reached out his hand to pick up the glass of black wine.
Vaguely, Xue Luo had an ominous premonition: The glass of black wine is definitely not a good thing!
"Wait a minute! I don't like Old Eight! I don't even like my child's old eight! I like ... fifteen! Yes, fifteen! The meaning of spending a good moon!
At fifteen, Xue Luo blurted out temporarily. Anyway, it sounds better than any old thirteen!
The point is, there is no need to involve other Yizis in Hetun to die.
He Tun paused, and seemed to be waiting for Lin Nuo in his arms to react like or dislike.
"Nono, you like 'fifteen', don't you? If you like it, nod your head, Nono will have neinei!"
Xue Luo immediately began to persuade his son Lin Nuo.
When the little guy heard that Mommy said there was milk to drink, he immediately turned his little head into a wavy drum, and kept trying to pounce into the arms of Xue Luo.
Watching the little thing in his arms nodded, Hetun clapped with joy.
"That little thing is called fifteen! Fifteen is nice!"
He Tun spoiled kissing and kissing again on the cheek of the little guy, "Fifteen ... fifteen ... little guy, the future father will call you fifteen!"
Xing Laoba held his hand full of black liquor, and slowly let it go. Almost escaped from the Ghost Gate.
Subconsciously, he thanked Chao Xue Luo and looked at it.
Xue Luo secretly let out a tense breath, and returned a pale and weak smile to Xing Laoba.
She is kind.
Her kindness will make others feel extremely warm.