Chapter 439

He Tun's words made the snow stagger.

"What? You, you sent Shiwu to Shencheng to find his father? He He's a five-year-old! "

All this is too sudden, a heart of snow is flying out of his XiongQiang.

Xueluo thought of N kinds of pictures of herself and her son Linnuo meeting Feng Xinglang again, but none of them is like this: Hetun let a 5-year-old little P child go back to Shencheng to find his father!

"Don't worry, old 12 is with 15! No one can hurt my adopted son in Hetun! "

Hetun put a large piece of bacon into his mouth and ate it delicious. It doesn't seem to worry about the little guy's safety.

No matter who accompanied his son Linnuo, as a mother, snow is not at ease. Their children only in their own hands, snow can be relaxed!

"Mr. Xing, how can you let the tenth five year plan go to Shencheng without consulting me?"

Xueluo didn't dare to blame Hetun, but the gentle words still had a little meaning of blame.

"The tenth five year plan is my adopted son in Hetun. I don't need to discuss any decision with anyone!"

It's this kind of arrogant tone again. It's so overbearing.

Xueluo knows that he can't stand it and Hetun has to! Unless I don't want to see my son!

"Besides, this is also the wish made on Christmas Eve! How can he be worse than I wish? "

He Tun leisurely voice. Bet a mouthful of red wine, it seems that the mood is not generally good. Perhaps for Hetun, what we have been waiting for in the past five years is the arrival of this day.

God, the wish made by Linnuo is to find his father? Does he know who his own father is?

What's more, shouldn't my son's wish be to walk out of patesburg with Mommy?

Xueluo is not sure if Hetun lied to her. I just don't think it's necessary for a person like Hetun to lie to her!

Even if he said something xueluo didn't like to hear, xueluo couldn't help him, could he?

"Mr. Xing, did you say something to Shiwu?"

Snow whispered carefully asked.

"Well?"

The river village raises eyebrow, some don't understand what snow falls to want to ask.

"Did you tell fifteen about his father?"

Snow will pick up the topic. Because in the past five years, xueluo refused to tell his son Linnuo half a word about his father.

"No! I just reminded 15 that the man in the picture should be in Shencheng! That's all

Hetun did not want to hide the snow. There's no need for that.

He is a powerful man, and he doesn't need to cheat a weak woman. To be aboveboard!

"The man in the picture? Who is it? "

Snow down a surprised, tight voice ask.

"You don't know?" He Tun asked.

The snow fell silent. She was not sure which painting Hetun was talking about.

"The picture was taken out of his pocket, and it was crumpled. The person on it is Feng Xinglang! Didn't you draw it for fifteen? "

He Tun glanced at the snow. It seems that some people don't cut the snow to play this trick in front of him.

Feng Xinglang's portrait?

Xueluo remembers that he seems to have painted a complete frontal portrait of Feng Xinglang. And isn't it already in the trash? How did it come to Linnuo?

Is Did the little guy pick it up from the garbage can by himself?

Xueluo took a deep breath and sighed a little:

"whether you believe it or not, I really didn't tell Shiwu that Feng Xinglang was his father!"

"Never mind! Even if you don't tell him, I'll tell him! "

He Tun laughed, "but I don't need to tell him now! He is looking for his father in Shencheng with the painting in his hand

“……” The snow fell for a moment.

She really can't imagine a 5-year-old child looking for the person in the painting in the street with a sketch portrait.

Even if I didn't see it, xueluo already felt very sad.

"Twelve will lead fifteen to find Feng Xinglang, right?"

Snow down to calm the heart of the sour, calm down to ask.

Hetun nodded, "of course!"

"Mr. Xing, I'm nono's mother. I don't want him to meet Feng Xinglang, OK?"

The voice of snow falls with the meaning of supplication.

"Why?"

Hetun put down his wine glass and looked at the snow.

"Because everything between me and Feng Xinglang is over! Since the day you took me away five years ago, he and I have finished everything! He didn't know about nono. He thought I had knocked out the child in that hospital! I put a scalpel into his chest, and the relationship between me and him is over It's all over! Do you understand? Everything between me and Feng Xinglang is over! "The snow began to roar hysterically.

Perhaps, deep in xueluo's heart, she doesn't want to let their father and son recognize each other, but she knows clearly: in the present situation, it's better not to recognize each other than to recognize each other!

Good for everyone!

Hetun seems to be stunned by the snow. It's not her roar, it's the content of her roar.

A few seconds later, Hetun laughed.

"Interesting! How interesting! Does Feng Xinglang not know that his son is still alive? Ha ha ha, this game is more and more interesting! "

Hetun is immersed in his world of revenge.

Or in the end, what he wants is not the quickness of revenge, but

But Even he didn't know what he wanted!

Judging from the intoxicated face of Hetun, xueluo thinks that what she is most worried about is still happening.

"Mr. Xing, you don't want to use nuono as a chip to fight with Feng Xinglang, do you?"

Snow eyes full of tears. There's anger, there's helplessness.

Hetun shook his head. "I promised you that I would be safe in my lifetime! So, fifteen will definitely be fine! "

Weidun, Hetun added coldly, "something's up It's going to be him! Three bullets didn't kill him. That's a lot of life! "

No matter his son Linnuo or Feng Xinglang, xueluo doesn't want to see their father and son hurt!

So xueluo boldly asked, "Mr. Xing, have you ever really loved Feng Xinglang's mother? If you really loved her, how could you kill all her children? If Feng Xinglang's mother knew that you had treated her son like this, how sad she would be! She will hate you

"Shut up

With a loud clang, the angry Hetun overturned the whole dining table.

The muscles on his resolute face are beating constantly, and the tendons on his forehead are springing up. He has been extremely angry.