Chapter 437: It looks like his dad Feng Xinglang!

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Xue Luo made this bold proposal. Anyway, Hetun is not here today.
Moreover, it can also resolve the doubts of Xue Luo's heart: Since Hetun and Feng Xinglang's mother are so in love, why should they still love each other and hate her, even her child Hetun?
Among them, there must be something hidden!
If it is really Feng Xinglang's mother who betrayed Hetun on a track and gave birth to Feng Xinglang in love with Feng Yishan, then why did Feng Xinglang's mother leave Hetun's portrait for his son Feng Xinglang?
Is this unknown to pull the rhythm of hatred?
"Okay ..." The little boy whispered, "But you didn't kiss your baby boy all night!"
No matter how small a person is, a small thing is still a five-year-old little P child. He still loves Mummy's soft arms.
Xue Luo embraced his son in his arms, and gently pecked his forehead a few times.
"Can you take Mommy to see the older sister now?" Xue Luo asked softly.
But the small things still lie in the arms of the snow falling, the left arch and the right arch, and then the left and right.
"Nuo Nuo, you are all five years old, why are you coquettish?" Xue Luo petted his son's short black hair.
"Mum is alone! I kiss as much as I love!"
The little boy held up Snow's cheek and sighed loudly, "Seal it for you! Put on my Linuo's private seal!"
Xue Luo's heart was astringent: This overbearing little tone was like that man!
After kissing Mummy, the little one took Mummy Xueluo's hand and walked towards a dark promenade deep in Peteburg.
Because the sun has not been able to shine for many years, it seems that there are no lighting equipment such as wall lamps in the dark gallery.
Xue Luo only felt that his back was cold for a moment, holding his son Lin Nuo's hand, and the more he held it tighter.
"Mummy, are you pinching your dear son! Are you afraid?"
The little guy muttered with a sigh, "Well, your women are born to be protected by our men!"
"..." Xue Luo was almost speechless: Who did this learn from?
"It's here! It's a pity that the door was locked by the righteous father!" Said the little man, pointing to an ebony door.
Xue Luo took a step forward, and stroked the dark wooden door lightly, and it seemed to be depressing.
In front of a window, Xue Luo tipped her toes and wanted to look in through the glass; she just felt like a figure floating behind her, and her back became cold.
The snow fell in a panic, and quickly turned to see: it was the oldest.
She was so nervous that Xing Ba was so frightened, Xue Luo trembled and patted the Hungarian mouth.
"Old man, what are you doing, can you walk well? It scares my mummy!"
The little guy dissatisfied came up and scolded Xing. There is a little bit of arrogance and pride in Hetun.
In fact, it should be: Huhu fake tiger power!
Xue Luo apologized and squeezed a smile, covering up: "I, I'm just curious. So I want to see."
"Lao Shi was just curious and wanted to see ... Later," Lao Xing paused. "Later he died!"
The snow fell, startled, and instinctively stepped back, leaving the door far away.
"Bastard, you hate it the most! You dare scare my mummy!"
What the little guy missed the most was that someone threatened Mommy Xueluo.
Xing Ba lifted the little guy off the ground and held it in his arms. "Fifteen, My Eighth is protecting your mummy! This is the forbidden ground of the righteous father. You and your mummy broke in without permission. Father is angry. "
Xing Bawen explained with a soft voice. What he said is the fact that even if Xiao 15 didn't understand, Lin Xueluo should be able to understand.
"I'm sorry for the eighth, I made you embarrassed!"
Xue Luo apologized sympathetically, "Nuo Nuo, let's go back. Mommy will go to the kitchen and make a smile for you."
Of course, the little guy didn't want to let Mommy Xueluo take the risk to anger the righteous father, but this didn't prevent the small things from fiercely going to Xing Bayitun.
"Old man, you remember to me: After a while, the righteous father returns, I said you bullied me! Let the righteous father hit your PP fiercely!"
That's the way Fake Fake Tiger.
This trick, the little things are a lot of fun!
The little guy is cute.
But his cuteness seemed to bring a little bit of evil spirits again!
It looks like his dad Feng Xinglang!

However, the children of Lin Nuo did not give up.
Of course he also knew: Mommy couldn't go against the meaning of Yifu Hetun. Otherwise, he will be locked into a small black house by Yifu Hetun.
Therefore, the little guy sneaked up to the dark promenade while Mommy went to study in the afternoon in the afternoon.
The little guy is not afraid of Hetun. But he was afraid that because of his disobedience, Yifu Hetun would be angry and angry with Mommy.
The children of Lin Nuo will not care whether Xing Lao Ba is there or not. Even if he can't help him.
Under normal circumstances, the little guy will say: You are only eighth, I am fifteen, who is the bigger?
Xing Laoba was not there, and the little man couldn't open the locked ebony door, so he could only bring a chair and climb up to knock on the window.
"Big sister ... Big sister, are you still inside?"
"Sister, my mum wants to see you, will you come out for a while?"
"Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person, I'm here to save you out ..."
"Big sister, big sister, have you heard me talking? Big sister ..."
When Hetun arrived, the little guy was holding the small P-shares and was holding the window.
"Fifteen, what are you doing?"
Hetun's voice was cold and horrifying.
But the children of Lin Nuo saw the moody mood of Yifu Hetun, and he was no longer afraid.
"Yi-Father, let go of your elder sister. It's so pitiful that the elder sister is locked in the little black house alone! She will be scared!"
The little guy's words made Hetun's nose inexplicable.
Maybe in this black room, it wasn't the others who locked him, but he Hetun himself!
His entire soul was imprisoned in the dark room of which there was no light to see!
Hetun squatted down slowly, staring at the innocent eyes of the little fellow that day, and this little face that resembled the woman in the dark room.
"Fifteen, what did you just call her? Big sister?"
He Tun's voice softened a bit.
"Father, please let go of your elder sister, she knows that it is wrong." The little boy begged again.
He Tun sniffed his nose and seemed to be suppressing something.
"Fifteen, if your elder sister hears you calling her" big sister "under Jiuquan, she will be happy!"
He Tun's voice was hoarse.
"Under the Nine Springs? Where is it under the Nine Springs? Is it far from Pateburg?"
The boy asked childishly.