Chapter 882: Carry on to the end

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The super run is like an arrow off the string, whistling and galloping in the direction of Repulse Bay.
The last time Hetun rushed to Fengjia to watch the fifteenth, it had seriously provoked Feng Xinglang's bottom line.
This time, Hetun even used the grab directly!
Want to have a "start first"?
"Nono ... Nono ..."
As soon as the supercar stopped at the entrance of Repulse Bay, Feng Xinglang stepped forward, and the call came with obvious rage, all the way towards the door of the villa.
The alertness of the Hetun River was quiet when Feng Xinglang shouted the first "Nono".
"Looks like my bastard!"
The little Lin No., who was on the upper half of the alert, put down the crystal hoof that was being held in his hands and listened.
"Feng Linnuo ..."
"Ah ... it's a bastard!"
The little boy exclaimed, dropped his hoof and ran towards the room.
"Father, the Feng Xinglang must be here to catch me! I'll hide first, you get him away!"
Watching the little guy nervously and cheerfully escaping the little figure, Hetun raised his lips slightly.
He really liked the joy of hiding the cats like their father and son.
The children and grandchildren walk around their knees and have a lot of fun.
Well, Hetun began to wishful thinking again.
"Nono ... Fenglinuo!"
Feng Xinglang rushed in. Since his illustrious Hetun's pro-son was revealed to the world, he either couldn't get in, or ran on.
In view of his own halo and the gold medal for avoidance of death, Xing Zhuang did not stop him.
Can't stop it!
The only thing they can do is to increase their defense level. Don't let Feng Xinglang make inhuman actions.
Fortunately, Feng Xinglang has always been 'calm'.
"Here's here ..."
He Tun gave a gentle voice, and kindly stared deeply at his son Feng Xinglang who was following him in the same vein.
In fact, Hetun still cares about this ‘Feng’ surname. Not only was his own son obsessed with insisting on surname ‘Feng’, he also added Ai Sun with the word ‘Feng’.
Feng Xinglang ignored Hetun's existence and glanced at the seat that had just been vacated beside Hetun, his face converging even more gloomily.
The message from the unfinished crystal hoof was: The little thing was still carrying Zhenghuan, and after hearing the call of his dad, he hid!
"Nuo Nuo, your dad is here to pick you up. Be nice, come out."
Feng Xinglang suppressed the anger in his heart and tried to make his words sound kind.
"Fifteen is still here ... Twelve, have you seen fifteen?"
Well, Hetun's muddlehead is really toothache.
Xing Shiliang was mixing a vegetable salad for Lin Nuo's children. Hearing Yifu Hetun said that his beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned.
"Fifteen is hidden! It should be that you don't want to go home with you dad! He said that you have a crying baby group that entangles you all day long, his pro-son is not important at all!"
Xing Twelve is really honest.
What dare to tell!
Feng Xinglang Junyi's eyebrows became more gloomy.
"Nono ... come out and go back with your dad! Otherwise ..."
Feng Xinglang raised his voice and played psychological tactics with his son.
"Otherwise, your dad will be very upset! When your dad is upset, he will anger the body of your dear mommy ... Don't you want to see your dad frustrate and beat your favorite mommy ? "
The son most distressed and loved is his own mum. He took his mother-in-law Lin Xueluo as his target and tried it out.
Sure enough, is still old and spicy.
A few seconds later, a small figure rushed out of the direction of Hetun's bedroom.
Xing Twelve's eyelids pulled down instantly: This son really is not Lao Tzu's opponent! In a few words, he coaxed the little things out!
Where is Seongfu? Calm down? What about intelligence?
"Feng Xinglang, you are so abominable! What do you do to hit my mummy when you are doing things by yourself? Are you still a man?"
The hooked little thing screamed at her relatives with her hands on her hips.
Feng Xinglang caught his eye quickly, and immediately caught the small object, and held it in his arm with one arm, making the small object immobile.
"Your mommy is your treasure, and even your dad's treasure! How could your dad be too late to love her?"
Feng Xinglang said while comforting his son, he was holding the small things and walking towards the door of the villa.
"Feng Xinglang, are you playing me? I hate it!"
Then the little guy realized that he had been stung again by his own dad.
Stepping out of the villa's Fengxinglang, he didn't look back, and was too lazy to warn Hetun.
Perhaps in Feng Xinglang's opinion, it would be redundant to say one more word to Hetun!
Until his own son and grandson left the living room, Hetun sighed.
"The boy, Alan, is wise. He can deal with my old man and fifteen this little ... rare talent!"
I really don't know whether Hetun praises Feng Xinglang's wit or boast of his gene quality!
Maybe both!
Wei paused, thinking about it, Hetun's face condensed instantly.
"Twelve, do you say if you go to fifteenth time, you will suffer his dad?"
"Probably not! Feng Xinglang is more distressed than your only son, fifteen!"
Xing Shier's objective words caused Hetun to frown.
Inadvertently, his sore spot was hurt again: Feng Xinglang was also his only biological son, but how did his own father treat him?
There is no excuse for your own sin!

On the way back to Fengjia, the little guy was always boring.
"Why don't you speak?"
Feng Xinglang probed a big palm and petted the little guy's soft black hair.
The little man seemed to be holding his breath and biting his lips tightly, but he didn't say a word.
"Is it strange that my dad spoiled his sister?"
Feng Xinglang said softly, "When has our little man been so careful?"
"No!"
The little man murmured and pushed away the palm of his father's Feng Xinglang.
"Daddy is the uncle of the younger sister. To her, her father is just a pet; but to you, her father is love! Because your father and father have the same blood, our father and son have the same blood!
Feng Xinglang spread his palm, slowly and tightly holding a small hand of his son.
Seems to make his son feel the love he has from his dad!
A little bit of conduction, a little bit deeper!
The little man held the hand of his father, Feng Xinglang, and his mouth moved a few times.
"Forgive you!"
"Well, that's great! My Nono has grown up, it's an older child!"
Feng Xinglang was relieved.
"However, it is not advisable for you to use your willful approach to attract your father's attention and resist your dissatisfaction!"
After the words of confession were over, Feng Xinglang and the drizzle began to educate his son.
The little guy was silent again.
"But dad forgive you! Next time you have any dissatisfaction with your dad, you can mention it in person, you know?"
"I see ... Feng Xinglang, you are so annoying!"
The little guy hummed, probably aware of his little waywardness.
Feng family.
Tuan Tuan was slow to eat, and sobbed from time to time while eating.
Xue Luo patiently feeds the crying little thing.
Looking at the beautiful little face of Xiao Xiao, Xue Luo couldn't help thinking of Lan Youyou.
‘Do you really think you ’ve got Feng Xinglang? Even if you get it, you just get his body! That's it! ’
‘My life, but Feng Xinglang used his own life to fight back again and again. Arang will not let you kill me. You can only sneak it away, soliciting separation in front of my righteous father. ’
Xue Luo suddenly felt that her heart was hurting like a needle again.
Are you too unconfident?
Was it so sad to be provoked by Lan Youyou's words?
Xue Luo could feel: Her husband Feng Xinglang loves himself!
It ’s just that the husband loves himself, does he still remember Lanyou?
Because every word that Lan Youyou said is so true!
Some even appeared to her in front of Lin Xueluo.
In fact, the war between women is simple and simple.
The reason why Lan Youyou is so arrogant is that she feels that Feng Xinglang still has love for her!
If you let her see clearly: abandon the past, now the only thing Xing Xinglang loves is her Lin Xueluo, presumably she is not so arrogant!
This is exactly what Xue Luo wants!
Uncle, I'm full ... I can't eat it. "
Little cute cut her mouth and pushed the small bowl in front of her aside.
"Take another bite of broccoli! Nutrition and health can make Tuan Tuan more beautiful!"
Xue Luo fed it with a fork.
Little cute shook her head, "But Tuantuan doesn't like broccoli."
It seems that little children do not like to eat broccoli that is not green, so is his son Lin Nuo, and so is Tuantuan.
"Do you want to be more beautiful and cute?"
"miss you."
"Then take another bite."
Snow fell and fed again. Amy's little cute opened her mouth to bite a little bit.
Lin Nuo, who was embraced by his father Feng Xinglang, saw that his dear mommy was so good to the snot, and he was too tired!
"Uncle ... Uncle ..."
Finally uncle Feng Xinglang waited for him to come back, and Xiao Ai immediately ran over.
"Tuantu also wants Uncle to hug ..."
Little cute hung Feng Xinglang's clothesline with a pair of little hands and leapt on her toes.
But Feng Xing Lang's arms already had his son Lin Nuo.
The little man deliberately stretched his legs, encircled half of his father's Feng Xinglang's waist, and hugged his father's neck tighter.
Deliberately left no room for my dad to pick up the seal.
Began to compete again!
This time, his son Lin Nuo turned out to be intentional.
"Nuo Nuo, you are an elder brother, you come down. Let the father hug the younger sister." Xue Luo said lightly.
"Don't! Feng Xinglang is my biological father, and he can only hold my only biological son!"
The little guy is doing a good interpretation of what it means to be 'willful'!