Chapter 429

Xueluo didn't know whether he was right or not, but after that, Hetun changed a lot.

Especially after she was brought back from Shencheng to paterburg, she was never brutally treated. When talking to her, it seems to be a lot more gentle, with an inexplicable sense of retrospection.

"Mr. Hetun, do you want to read that poem to you

The snow falls some awkward ask a way. After all, it was a love poem. It seems a little inappropriate for her to tell Hetun.

"You have no right to tell me!"

He Tun coldly came up with such a sentence.

“……” The snow was choked by the pride of Hetun.

Mouth does not say, in the heart but think: you want me to say to you, I am not willing to say it! Why are you so proud? She's not qualified!

Suddenly I think of something. The snow can't help looking at the left eye of Hetun: it's really a thin scar. It looks like wrinkles!

Xueluo remembers that the poem was written on the portrait of Feng Xinglang's mother. And that sketch was only half done. There is a very clear and eye-catching place, is a man's left eye, and the thin deep scar at the end of the eye.

Before the snow fell, I thought it was a failure. Now it seems that Feng Xinglang's mother wants to highlight that feature.

Can we say that the man Feng Xinglang's mother painted is Hetun?

Snow again for their divergent association thinking to the horror, and can not help but look at the side of the river Tun Yan in the past.

"You seem to know me?"

He Tun turned his head, glanced at Lin Xue and added, "before I go to Shencheng?"

Snow falls to feel, oneself and river Tun three two words also say not clear, then chose silent.

Moreover, the paper was still locked in the desk in the dormitory building of Shencheng. Even if he said he was like the man in the painting, Hetun would not believe it.

Moreover, if she is allowed to make a choice between Pittsburgh and Shencheng, xueluo will not hesitate to choose Pittsburgh.

Because Shencheng has too many painful memories. Some of them were imposed on her by Hetun, and more of them came from the man named Feng Xinglang!

I don't know what happened to that man now! Maybe LAN you is waiting on him!

Lin xueluo, are you cheap or not? You are in a foreign country. How can you still miss that man!

It's true that man is better than nature. Xueluo thought about taking the ten thousand dollars LAN youyou gave to the small town in Jiangnan to raise her baby. In the end, she didn't expect that she would save even the ten thousand dollars and was directly taken back to Fort Patel by Hetun.

And it takes five years to live!

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in front of the beautiful scenery year after year outside the window, the snowfall is a long sigh.

"Mommy, why are you staring at the window again? It's going to be silly

The tone of this speech is really like that man.

A group of strong little figure ran straight to xueluo; xueluo immediately turned around and opened his arms to hold the little cute, for fear that he would bump into it.

Snow half squatted on the ground, pet to help in front of the small things in front of the hairline.

Eyes infinite gentle looking at the little boy, this is exactly like the man's face: clear eyes, black and white eyes smart and naughty, never fell a grain of dust.

"Have you gone crazy with your twelve brothers again?"

"Brother 12 taught me to shoot live target with crossbow today! It's fun

The little guy laughs innocently, as bright as the morning sun; especially when he laughs, he looks like the man named Feng Xinglang: the corners of his mouth are rising, and the high nose sets off his eyes with special charm!

"Live target? What live target? What animal did your twelve brothers catch for you as a living target? "

The snow was a real shock. She was very opposed to Hetun letting Xing 12 teach a five-year-old child to fight and kill every day.

But the snow is really stubborn. If his son Linnuo doesn't practice well, Hetun will separate their mother and son, so that Linnuo can't see his mother linxueluo.

So since then, Linnuo children have practiced very hard every day.

Even if he's just a five-year-old baby.

"It's all pests. You can kill them for the people with your own son."

The little guy knew that mommy didn't like to hear him say something about fighting and killing, so he learned to report good news instead of bad.

"Nuo Nuo, we are all civilized people. We should be loving and learn to take good care of small animals and flowers! You know what? "

Xueluo never tires of educating her son Linnuo to have a kind and loving heart.

"I see, Mommy! Nuo Nuo is the most loving. He will bandage the wounds for the rabbits every day. "

Linnuo is clever and sensible to answer the instruction of mummy linxueluo.

"That's good! Nono wants to be a loving and good child. "Lin xueluo gently kisses and kisses her son's red face.

"Dudu!"

Two long car sirens immediately attracted all the attention of Linnuo children.

"Adoptive father! The adoptive father is back! "

Little guy spread a pair of legs, fast as a leopard general, wheezing toward downstairs rushed past.

"Nono, slow down Slow down Be safe. "

The voice of concern followed.

Xueluo often laments that she suffered so much and suffered so many crimes five years ago. When she gave birth to her healthy son Linnuo, she felt that all the hardships she suffered were worth it.

All of a sudden, snow felt his son Linnuo's words, as if there was something wrong.

Little guy just said: he will be very loving every day to help small rabbits bandage wounds?

Where did the injured rabbit come from every day?

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"15 Fifteen... "

The sound of the river village reverberates in Fort Patel.

Five years later, he Tun seems to be the same as he was five years ago. Years have not left too many traces on his resolute face.

If we have to change, it is that his smile has become more and more.

Especially when Linnuo sprints towards him with his short legs, he greets him with open arms and a smile.

"Adoptive father! I am here! Catch it

The little guy rushed over and jumped on Hetun.

He Tun held the little thing firmly in his arms, but he did three consecutive throwing movements, which made the little thing laugh.

Hetun has been throwing away little things for four years, and Lin xueluo has been terrified for four years.

This thick pure hand-made carpet was made by snow to find an excuse for the servants to replace it. It's not because the marble floor is too hard that she doesn't like it, but because she's afraid that if one of the Hutun can't catch it, she will drop small things directly from the air.

But without exception, Hetun would catch the little guy who was thrown high steadily every time.