Chapter 600: Father and son affectionate

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His child was close at hand, but he could not touch it.
For Feng Xinglang, a father, there is no more sadness.
"Nuo Nuo ... come to Dad. Let the dad take a good look at you ..."
Feng Xinglang changed a name that his son liked, and wanted to please the little guy who didn't want to take a step forward. But the little guy was still silent, no matter how long Feng Xinglang stretched his arm, he couldn't touch it.
The little guy didn't take a step forward or back down. I just stood there silently, watching so embarrassingly, my dad Feng Xinglang.
The little guy saw the black rice porridge spilled on the ground outside the iron fence, and scattered bacon rolls.
It seemed to suddenly understand the real intention of Mommy Xue falling into her pocket to load chocolate beans.
"Feng Xinglang, why did you stupidly come over and serve as a prisoner for my righteous father?"
The little one waited for a minute or two before asking abruptly.
Feng Xinglang's hand kept falling slowly and squeezed his face out of the iron fence.
"Because my wife and children are here! I just want to be closer to your mother and son ... closer!"
Feng Xinglang used what his son Lin Nuo could understand. The original intention was not for incitement, but it achieved the effect of incitement.
"Are you confessing that you left your wife and son twice?"
Every time his son says the word "abandon his wife and his son," Feng Xinglang's heart will be hurt.
"Nono, Dad doesn't want to make any excuses to refute his actions."
"But there are always compelling reasons to live."
"It's like I want to save your uncle, and at the same time I want to save your mum; I want to catch you, and I want to catch your sister ... but I can't do it! So I can only save you Uncle, and then die with your mum; before I saw the ocean ball pool, I ran towards you ... "
"I am indeed ashamed of you and your mummy, I have always wanted to make up ..."
"But I am missing a chance!"
"Only you and your mummy can give me this opportunity."
Feng Xinglang didn't know how much his 5-year-old son could understand, but he still expressed what he wanted.
It sounds more like: man is dying and his words are good.
Lin Nuo listened to his father's "excuse", and it was a long silence.
"It's been fifteen, it's getting late, and quickly go back to your mommy's arms and go to sleep."
Xing Ba does not want Feng Xinglang and Xiao Shi to renew his father-son relationship.
Because Feng Xinglang and Yifu Hetun have reached a point of incompatibility between water and fire.
Either proactively or forced, Feng Xinglang's relationship with the father and son of the small fifteen is only a matter of time!
"I'm going to sleep with you tonight! Trouble you to wash your stinky feet! If it's stinking to me, I must let Yifu cut off your stinky feet!"
This little guy really surprised Xing Ba.
You know, the little guy is always spoiled and rarely gives others the chance to please him.
"The one who accompanies me to sleep or something ... just waive it. You are so delicate and flamboyant, I really can't stand my brother!"
At this moment, Xing Ba was like Leng Fei in the deep palace. Suddenly, she was named and wanted to be fortunate.
"You think too much! I want you to sleep with me! I sleep, you sleep on the floor."
The little guy also gave Xing Bayi a cold eye, "Go and get ready, I'll go to your room in a while."
Xing Ba retreated. But did not go far. He really wanted to hear: what did Xiaoshi 15 and Feng Xinglang talk about?
"Nono, come to Dad."
After Xing Ba left, Feng Xinglang immediately called his son Lin Nuo with a gentle voice.
But the little guy just sent the fairy tale in his hand to Feng Xinglang's reach. But his people did not come forward.
"Read it to me!"
Feng Xinglang paused for a moment, thinking actively, he thought: Is there something like Lin Xue falling in the book?
But the fairy tale book is just a fairy tale book, and no note was changed because of the opening of Feng Xinglang's brain.
"Unwilling to read it to me?"
"No, I do."
"In the severe winter season, snow flakes like goose feathers are flying around in the sky. A queen is sitting by a window in the palace and doing needlework for her daughter ..."
Along with Feng Xinglang's reading, the little guy stared at Feng Xinglang quietly ...
Seems a little different from his expecting fatherly love company!
The father in his mind should be a hero of the world, which can protect him and his mother ... instead of like a prisoner like now.
But even the father of a prisoner was very eager for Linuo.
"Soon, the king's father married another wife. The queen is very beautiful, but she is proud and jealous ..."
"Why does the king's father want to marry another wife? Does he not love his original wife and children?"
The little guy interrupted Feng Xinglang's reading and asked stubbornly.
Feng Xinglang twitched for a moment, and it seemed that he did not expect his son to ask that.
Is it possible to explain to the son that there are three wives and four wives in a fairy tale? Or tell your son that this is just a fictional story?
"It should be unloved! If I were that King, I would never marry again! I would only assume that you and your mum are my wife and children!"
Feng Xinglang looked straight at his childish face and responded softly.
The father and son looked at each other like this. There are feelings that can only be understood in the same vein.
For a long time, Lin Nuo glanced back, and slowly stepped forward two steps; as close as Feng Xinglang could touch him.
"Nono ... Dad's good boy."
Feng Xinglang finally hugged his child, and his soreness rose.
Vaguely, Feng Xinglang felt that his son Lin Nuo was stuffing things in his pocket; time and time again, several times in a row.
While he was hugged by his father, Feng Xinglang, the little guy stuffed the chocolate beans in his pocket into Feng Xinglang's pocket.
Feng Xinglang was about to touch it in his pocket, but Lin Nuo made a hissing gesture at him.
He held the right hand of his father-in-law Feng Xinglang, with blood stains on the back of his hand; and in the palm of his hand, it was even more scorched.
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt."
Feng Xinglang comforted his silent and sad son first.
The bright liquid accumulated in the little guy's eye frame, but never rolled down.
"Feng Xinglang, you read too badly ... I can't listen anymore! Stay well, I'm gone!"
The little guy turned and left without looking back.
"Nono ... Nono!"
Feng Xinglang screamed twice, until a heavy falling door came from the passage.
Subconsciously, Feng Xinglang reached into his pocket, and felt a few round things from it.
Turned out to be chocolate beans!