Chapter 787: Also suffering from my heart

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Seeing Xiaoshi really holding the hand of his relative, Feng Xinglang, when his father and son walked into the villa's living room at the same time, the look on Hetun's fortitude face was changing rapidly!
It didn't seem that Feng Xinglang actually walked in to meet him!
Is this to forgive the rhythm of his father?
Rejoicing, moved, guilty ...
Mixed feelings!
He Tun actually stood up and leaned slightly to welcome the arrival of Feng Xinglang and his son.
He gazed deeply into his biological son, who was similar to the woman in front of him: upright posture, strong physique, profound features ...
There is also the natural style of the king, how much he looks like Xing Mu! Why didn't you find out? !!
Aggrieved the woman who did not say, but also hurt her child, and also tormented his own heart!
In Feng Xinglang's eyes, Hetun still saw only hatred, resistance, and deep rejection.
"Arang ... are you here? Sit."
Hetun still couldn't help but call Feng Xinglang's "Alang" because he really couldn't add his other man's surname to call his son.
Originally, I wanted to shout 'Xing Lang', but when it came to my lips, it turned into a gentle and loving 'Alang'.
Feng Xinglang's cold eyes glanced from Hetun's gentle face, and his eyes fell on Xing Ba, who was beside Hetun.
If you don't count the servants who drink tea, there are only Hetun and Xingba in the living room.
Hetun thought: Feng Xing Rankine's entry into his residence was the first step for them to reconcile.
But he did not expect that the reason why Feng Xinglang would come in was to bring his unspeakable purpose.
Feng Xinglang was not restrained or overly inconsistent, but instead sat down naturally opposite to Hetun.
Close to Hetun, which is about two meters away.
And this distance has brought a lot of pressure to Xing Ba. Standing behind the Hetun sofa, he took a step closer.
Old Twelve is absent, and he is taking on the responsibility of protecting his righteous father Hetun.
Although in the side hall, Xing Er and his bodyguards are still hidden. Two people waited at any moment.
"Old man, Feng Xinglang is here, you can confront him!"
In front of Brother Yi, the little guy never knew what ‘politeness’ was.
Even if it was Hetun's purposeful pampering at first, it has now become an unprincipled indulgence.
From the moment of birth, small things are destined for noble identity and pedigree, and will be loved by others.
"Fifteen, on one side is your dear, and on the other is our righteous father. Are you standing there?"
Xing Ba has a good temper with the little guy.
You should know that his purpose is to delay time, so that Xing Zhuang and theirs can succeed.
"Either side, as long as it hurts my dear mommy, it will be my Lin Nuo's enemy!"
The little guy's position is very firm: Mummy Lin Xueluo will always be ranked first on the important list.
none of them!
"What a big filial son! There is a child whose mother hurts, and I envy me!"
Xing Ba chatted with Lin Nuo's children without a word.
"Xing Lao Ba, you have to return my mommy quickly! Otherwise, I must let the Yifu break your P shares! You ca n’t sit in a chair, you ca n’t sleep!

The little guy said ruthlessly. With his dad and righteous father, he is more fearless.
"Still breaking P-shares? God, it's so horrible? That hurts so much! For our brother's good relationship, can you not let Yifu hit my P-shares?
Xing Ba went along with the little guy's intentions, deliberately satisfying his little affection.
"It's OK if you don't hit! Hurry up and tell me where my mom is hiding! I'll let the Yifu forgive you!"
The little guy was arrogant and looked at Xing Ba much higher than him.
"Nuo Nuo, go to the kitchen and pour a cup of coffee for your dad! The kind to be freshly ground!"
Feng Xinglang kept avoiding Hetun and gazed deeply into his gaze; he turned his head toward Xing Bajiao's son.
"Freshly ground coffee?" The little boy froze.
"Well! You go to the kitchen to supervise your servant and see the whole process of grinding. Don't give him a chance to poison your dad!"
Feng Xinglang urged the little guy, "Come on, my dear is thirsty!"
Isn't thirsty enough to drink tea? What kind of fresh coffee do I have to drink?
Although the little one was 10,000 unhappy, the landlord went into the kitchen to call the servant to make coffee.
In fact, Feng Xinglang's intention is obvious:
Because the next scenario would be unsuitable for children, he extended his 5 year old son in advance.
Feng Xinglang is not thirsty. Not to mention thirsty coffee in Repulse Bay.
"Hetun, I said: As long as I have Fengxinglang a breath, I will give it back to you for every atrocity you commit to me! In this life, either you die or I die! You and I don't share the sky!"
Feng Xinglang lowered his voice, but the first words were particularly clear.
It's like swearing your own promise with your life.
"What are you waiting for? Now, let's end it!"
Hetun is also a refreshing person. He knew that everything he did to Feng Xinglang was beyond description. It is even more unforgivable.
"Click", a delicate pistol was buckled on the table by Hetun.
This pistol is a possession of Hetun, and he carried it with him for many years.
"There are three bullets in it, the three that I paid back to you! As for the flesh you suffered ... you look at it!"
A generation of magnificent decisive, act with no courage.
"The righteous father ..."
Xing Ba exclaimed, came forward to grab the gun; but someone moved faster than him.
Feng Xinglang, who was sitting opposite Hetun, had an advantage in distance.
Originally he had fumbled with a dagger around his waist, and when he saw He Tun himself took a gun, it was simply ‘send charcoal in the snow’.
Feng Xinglang grabbed the gun before Xing Ba;
At the same time, the muzzle of the gun arrived on Hetun's forehead.
"No one is allowed to hurt him!" He Tun growled.
In this villa, except for the servants and the 5-year-old Lin Nuo, the rest of the people, regardless of the speed of drawing guns or the marksmanship, must be above Feng Xinglang.
But with the roar of Hetun, they all stopped.
"Xing Ba, call Xing Twelve soon! Let him bring someone back quickly! Otherwise, you will not see the last side of his righteous father!"
Feng Xinglang hissed towards Xing Ba, who was behind Hetun.
"Feng Xinglang, calm down! My right father is yours ..."
"Hurry up!"
Feng Xinglang snarled and stopped Xing Ba from going on.
He Tun looked at Feng Xinglang, who was holding a gun in his head.
No anger, no fear, even a slight smile.
It was just such a smile that was really desolate.