Chapter 890: Strong smoke

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Looking at Lin Nuo, the son of Wu Xing, who was playing happily with Xing Shier, Xue Luo could not help but sigh slightly.
Undoubtedly, this replay of Hu Guishan is too wayward for himself!
If the love between her husband Feng Xinglang and himself is not firm enough, wouldn't he have to lift a stone and hit his own foot?
Feng Xinglang, Feng Xinglang, a stinking man, why don't you come?
Are you trying to force me to hit myself in the face?
Or have you been telling the old story with Lanyou? !!
If that's the case, don't forget this man, Lin Xueluo!
The servants are already setting up the table.
Without exception, almost all children of Hetun's grandson Xing Nuo love to eat.
The names of Lin Nuo's children are also ever-changing.
In Repulse Bay, Hetun and his prostitutes will call the little one fifteen, named Xing Nuo;
In Fengjia, the relatives Fengxinglang, and Mo butler, they will call the little fellow Nono, the famous name Linuo Nuo;
In the kindergarten, Lin Nuo continued his family name with his mother, Lin Xue Luo, called Lin Nuo.
Children like to call him Lin Nuo, it sounds more cute.
For these nicknames and big names with different styles, Lin Nuo's children are glad to accept them.
He promised anything.
For small things, it's just a title!
It's like giving your dog a name of sixteen!
"Fifteen, supper. Go wash your hands."
Hetun called to the little guy in the living room.
But the feelings of snow falling were all overcast.
Xue Luo is really scared that I will lose!
It is a very low act to know that a woman shows affection to show other women. But even if this is a very low behavior, I am afraid that I have to lose!
Snowfall has begun to regret it. I regret my urge to lose my mind!
Otherwise, take the initiative to go home with your son?
But if you see Feng Xinglang and Lan Youyou have returned to Feng's family, they are just enjoying themselves, so where should she go?
Xue Luo really wants to fan herself a big mouth girl!
What love is to be so deadly verified?
Smart women don't have to distinguish the relationship between husband and wife.
Isn't it okay to live a lonely life?
I've been confused for so many years, and it's not the same after being confused?
Why bother blocking yourself!
"Mummy, this lean meat is for you. My dear son has already bitten you off the fat."
Lin Nuo children sent a piece of Dongpo meat from the belt to the mummy's bowl.
This is how my dad Feng Xinglang pleases Mommy. The little guy learns everything.
"Thank you son."
Snowfall was gratifying and heartbreaking.
Her husband was not around, and he had fallen to the point where a 6-year-old son would bite fat.
The little guy is growing physically. Under the turns of feeding in Hetun and Xing Twelve, little things kept eating and eating.
Xue Luo ate very little, and had a bite to chew the rice in the bowl.
Until the children of Lin Nuo were full, Xing Ba walked in from the living room door.
"Fifteen, your dear is here."
"My dad? Is Feng Xinglang? Why did you come to pick up your wife and children so late?"
The little boy turned on Xiaojiao mode, his mouth raised proudly: "Then let him wait outside!"
The mood of the snow fell, from waiting for her husband's bitterness to the moment when she suddenly became brighter, and she felt like a roller coaster like a girl!
However, after hearing the dissatisfaction of his son Lin Nuo, Xue Luo chose to hold back, acquiescing in his son's proposal that his dad ‘wait and wait’. It's also a little advice for men coming late.
Xing Ba silently looked at Yifu Hetun, put down the chopsticks, and took a sip of tea before he continued to say, "Feng Xinglang seems to have been waiting for over an hour."
"What? More than an hour?"
Xue Luo jumped up from the dining table, "Why don't you say it earlier?"
By Xing Bamo.
"Nono, go with mommy."
Snow fell and directly carried his son up in the chair.
"Bring this to my dad!"
The little boy grabbed the two garlic ribs on the plate in his hand. Remember that my dad, Feng Xinglang, was a carnivore like himself.
"Fifteen, the kitchen is still there. Let the chef repack."
Grandson distressed his own father; Hetun certainly distressed his own son.
"No need! Just let Feng Xinglang eat half full! I have no strength to kill me and my mummy!"
This son really was born.
When Xiao Xiao said this, she was dragged out of the villa hall by Mummy Xue Luo. It seemed as if he could not wait to see the man who had been waiting for their mother and son for more than an hour.
Watching Xueluo mother and son leave, Hetun stared slightly at Xing Ba.
"You really let Arang wait more than an hour?"
"Isn't it just for your righteous father to have a full meal accompanied by your grandson!"
Xing Ba answered weakly. It's hard to be filial for him.
On the days when there was no small fifteen to accompany, Hetun would only fill in some food symbolically, and there was no appetite.
Xing Ba, Xing Ba jumped off the topic again, "but the emotion of seeing Feng Xinglang seems very deep. He clearly saw me and did not yell or shout, so he waited silently outside."
Hetun pouted, "Isn't that kid because I let go of Lao Qi, are you dissatisfied with me?"
Hetun, this dear, is also super hearted. He is always concerned about the actions of his pro-son, as well as the emotional ups and downs.
"It's possible in this respect! It seems that Feng Xinglang doesn't agree with Yifu that you just let Lan Youyou do it!"
Xing Ba knew Feng Xinglang, but didn't seem to know it well.
"Xue Luo begged me to see that she had given fifteen points to Alang. I'm going to sell her some face, right?"
He Tun sighed slightly, thinking about, "Yes, eighth, how old is fourteen this year?"
"There should be seventeen." Xing Ba should answer together.
"Well, let him out. You take him for a while."
"Good righteous father!"

Xue Luo was holding his son Lin Nuo's little hand, and it was almost windy at his feet.
"Mom, please slow down! It should be jealous for Fengxing Lang to wait for his wife and children. You are too reserved!"
The little guy doesn't quite understand the word 'retention'.
Feeling unsettled should be about the same as being not serious, hippie smiling, etc.
Daduoduo often says this about his dear mommy.
Xue Luo had no regard for any restraint.
This inhuman Xing Ba, how can Feng Xinglang wait outside for so long?
Through the faint street light, Xue Luo saw the man clinging to the door frame of Porsche.
The dim, tall and healthy body is slightly under the shroud of lights, adding a mysterious charm or sense.
The man stared deeply at Xueluo's mother and son, watching them approaching him step by step.
"Feng Xinglang, the garlic pork ribs I brought for you. But my son saved it for you!"
The cute guy is more and more proficient at selling cute work.
The little one flew over, holding one's father Feng Xinglang's waist with one hand, and the other hand holding two ribs, raised it high in front of Feng Xinglang's eyes.
"Hurry up, it's still hot."
Looking at his son's greasy little hand, Feng Xinglang was not disgusted.
But the ribs were taken from Hetun ...
"My dad is not hungry, my own son."
Feng Xinglang held the little thing off the ground and held it in his arms.
"Nono, don't get oil on your dad's clothes."
Snow fell slightly.
"Dad won't hate me!"
The little boy intentionally kissed Feng Xinglang with his greasy mouth,
"Feng Xinglang, would you hate me?"
"Of course not."
"Then you take a bite!"
The little guy fed the ribs to Feng Xinglang's mouth unwillingly.
With his son's kindness and filial piety, Feng Xinglang no longer refused, and opened his mouth to bite a bite.
"It tastes too bad. It's not as good as half of what your grandmother made."
"But I think it's delicious!"
Seeing that my dad doesn't like to eat, let the little guy 唧 唧 唧 唧 啃 start to chant.
"Xinglang, I'm sorry, I have kept you waiting so long."
Xueluo snuggled up, holding Feng Xinglang's arm against the man's shoulder.
"I didn't wait long. Get in the car."
Feng Xing embraced the woman's waist and opened the door for the woman.
Xue Luo smelled the strong smoke of the man.
No blame, no inquiry. As if nothing had happened.
Such a husband, Xue Luo is flustered: Is Feng Xinglang covering up his emotions?
Porsche was driving slowly under the neon lights.
Until the full-fledged little guy fell asleep in Mommy's arms.
It is not a driving route to Fengjia.
Glancing at the sleeping son in his wife's arms, Feng Xinglang parked the car slowly on a side road beside a park.
"Snow falls, let's get off and talk."
"okay."
Feng Xinglang flattened the seat to make the little kid sleep more comfortably.
The night breeze faded the impetuousness and heat of the day, blowing on the cheeks, slightly cool.
The rolled up sleeves revealed the firm arms of the man.
"My elder brother returned home with a group."
Feng Xinglang spoke in a deep voice.
"Oh ..." Xue Luo snorted, which she expected.
Then there is the silence of each other.
"You have nothing to tell me?"
The man turned around, gazing deep into the woman shrouded in black: his face was still good, but he had faded from his former purity, and tried to hide his mask.
Xue Luo raised his interest slightly and decided to be honest.
"I helped your brother to intercede today and took Lan Youyou out of Hetun! You should already know? I thought you would praise me for being reasonable and caring! I didn't expect you to be cold A face! "
"Ugh……"
Xue Luo sighed longly, "I know you are blaming me: why not leave you this chance to save the hero!"
"Lin Xueluo, you have two big 'stupid' on your forehead, do you know?"