Chapter 440

Three minutes later, he Tun seemed to have regained his calm sense.

In these three minutes, the snow did not shrink back, nor did it give way, so it stood quietly in the same place, fighting against Hetun's fury in a silent way.

"If your apology is sincere enough I think I can take you to Shencheng right now to get back 15! "

Hetun carelessly cut off the round end of the cigar between his fingers with a cigar scissors, and then preheated the end of the cigar with a match. When the end of the cigar had been heated evenly and became blackened and shiny, he put the cigar into his mouth.

He Tun's movements are very sophisticated, and his look at the snow is a little playful.

Snow fell silent for two or three seconds, then walked towards Hetun on the sofa, and stopped one meter away from Hetun.

With the skill of yihetun, he would not worry that the snow would suddenly attack him. He's fast enough to hit back at anyone who wants to attack him.

So Hetun waved to Xing Laoba to stay where he was.

With a puff, the snow fell straight and knelt in front of Hetun.

"Such an apology is sincere enough!"

Xueluo looks directly at xueluo's eyes and kneels straight on his upper body.

Let alone Xing Ba, even Hetun was stunned.

"Do you have some backbone? How do you say to kneel? Even if there is no gold under the knee, it's not as soft as that! "

He Tun was contemptuous of the sudden kneeling of the snow.

Maybe he appreciates a tough man like Feng Xinglang: even if he gets shot three times, he should stand up straight! Even if he fell to the ground, he would not kneel down and submit to him.

"There's nothing like my son's safety! I can't be tough! "

The snow should fall directly. This is a mother's voice, but also a helpless.

Because in front of the powerful Hetun, it's totally useless to fight with him. Since we can't be tough, we can only be soft with him!

He Tun glanced at Lin xueluo, who was kneeling in front of him. It seemed that she was not only tough, but also able to bend and stretch.

"Come on, get up! Ten minutes to get ready. Let's go. "

With a leisurely sound, he Tun left the smoke of cigar in his mouth and savored it carefully. Then he slowly vomited it out of his mouth. A born king or nobleman.

Think snow will say: don't prepare, I can come out with you now.

But I didn't expect: the snow fell, and I got up from the ground. I ran to my bedroom upstairs, and packed up a few things as fast as I could, and then came downstairs as fast as I could. More than five minutes!

Looking at the panting snow, he Tun seemed to smile, but he didn't.

It can be said that xueluo is the third woman who has been in contact with Hetun for a long time.

The first woman, Feng Xinglang's mother, has long been remembered by him;

the second woman, LAN Youyou, her adopted daughter, let Hetun know that women can also be used!

The third woman is Lin Xue in front of Hetun

A woman who can compromise and bear humiliation for her children! Very interesting!

It took Linnuo children more than an hour to get used to the time difference between Britain and Shencheng.

In this more than an hour, he also adapted to Shencheng pancake like high-rise buildings, as well as the crowded crowd, as well as one car after another, like a car stuck together. And the gray sky.

And the magnificence of Fort pette, and the surrounding open and vast forest, it is too much in and out.

"Twelve, why do so many elder sisters not wear pants on such a cold day? And two legs out? "

“……”

"Twelve, you say the road is blocked like this. Why are they still waiting in the car? Isn't it faster to walk? "

“……”

It seemed that he could not answer such a profound question, so he stopped asking.

One of his small hands was led by Xing 12, and the other was holding the portrait. From time to time, he was staring at the crowd with a pair of big watery eyes.

The man in the picture is indeed Feng Xinglang. It's from the trash can.

This adult version, and looks like his own man, should be his own father.

In fact, the little guy's wish is: go out of paterburg with mommy to find Dad!

But the adoptive father Hetun only let his wish come true half of the time: he asked Linnuo to go to Shencheng to find his father first, and then he went back with his father to pick up his mother Lin xueluo.

The little guy can only agree.

An hour later, it was still in vain. But Linnuo still didn't want to give up.

In this vast sea of people, it is not easy to find someone who looks the same as the one in the painting.

In fact, Xing 12 knows that Feng Xinglang is in GK's venture capital group at this moment. But he didn't take the little guy directly. Instead, he let the little guy experience the "fun" of finding his father."Old twelve, isn't my father very handsome?"

Weidun, the little guy added, "he looks like me, of course he's handsome!"

So he looked at Xing 12 again, "it's a pity that you don't look like me at all! Or you'll be handsome! "

“……” Xing 12 is silent except for being silent.

Another hour later, Xing 12 came to GK group with xiaonagao. Instead of going in, he sat in the garden outside GK group and waited.

"Old twelve, do you know my father?"

"I don't think so!"

"Then why did you bring me here?"

"Intuition!"

"What is intuition?"

“…… It's a hunch! "

"Do you have a hunch that my father will show up here?"

"Well!"

"Do you know my father well?"

"Not familiar!"

"Then why do you have a hunch that my father will be here?"

"Intuition!"

"What is intuition?"

“…… It's a hunch! "

“……”

A Rolls Royce slowly into the line of sight of Linnuo children.

In the past five years, Feng Xinglang still keeps some habits: dark casual wear, introverted but not gloomy; fashion casual but not eye-catching.

He is still handsome and wild, and he is mature and steady after years, and has a long sense of vicissitudes

Linnuo's eyes are straight.

"Look, does that man look like your father?"

The little guy was looking at Feng Xinglang, who came out of Rolls Royce, and at the drawing paper

"Like! So much! Like me! It's just a little old! "

Linnuo was just about to get up to catch up, but he stopped again.

He was staring at something.

Feng Xinglang, who got off from Rolls Royce, went around half the car body and took out a three or four year old girl from the other side.