Chapter 787

Seeing Xiao Shiwu really holding his father's hand, and father and son walking into the living room of the villa at the same time, the expression on Hetun's resolute face can be described as changing rapidly!

It seems that I didn't expect that Feng Xinglang actually came in to see him!

Is this to forgive the rhythm of his father?

Joy, emotion, guilt

Mixed feelings!

Hetun took the initiative to stand up, leaning slightly to welcome Feng Xinglang and his son.

He deeply gazed at the woman's own son: upright posture, strong physique, deep facial features

And the inborn kingly demeanor, just like Xing Mu! Why didn't you find out?!

Wronged that woman not to say, but also harm their own children, but also suffering his own heart!

In Feng Xinglang's eyes, what he Tun saw was still hatred, conflict and deep rejection.

"Alan You are here. Sit down. "

Hetun can't help calling Feng Xinglang "a Lang", because he can't add other men's surnames to call his son.

Originally, he wanted to shout "Xing Lang", but after all, it turned into a gentle and loving "a Lang".

Feng Xinglang's cold eyes swept past the gentle face of Hetun, and his eyes fell on Xing ba.

If you don't count the servants who serve tea and pour water, there are only Hetun and xingba in the living room.

He Tun thinks that Feng Xinglang's coming into his residence is the first step for their father and son to make up with each other;

but he didn't think that the reason why Feng Xinglang came in was with his ulterior motives.

Feng Xinglang didn't have any formality or excessive resistance. Instead, he naturally sat down opposite Hetun.

It's very close to Hetun, about two meters away.

This distance, however, brought a lot of pressure to Xing ba. Standing behind the Hetun sofa, he took a step closer.

Old twelve is not here. He is shouldering the responsibility of protecting his adoptive father Hetun.

Although Xing ER and his bodyguards are still hidden in the side hall. Two people are waiting for the opportunity.

"Lao Ba, Feng Xinglang is here. You can confront him!"

In front of the brothers, the little guy never knew what politeness was.

Even if he Tun had been pampered purposefully at the beginning, now he has become an unprincipled indulgence.

Small things from birth, is destined to be noble identity and blood, will be some people competing for love.

"Fifteen, on one side is your father, on the other side is our adoptive father, where are you standing?"

Xing Ba has a good temper and talks with the little guy.

Want to know his purpose is to delay time, so that Xing twelve they can succeed smoothly.

"No matter which side it is, as long as it hurts my mother, it's my Linnuo's enemy!"

Little guy's position is very firm: mummy Lin xueluo will always be the first on the important list.

No one!

"What a filial son! A child with a mother's pain is envious of me! "

Xing Ba talks with Lin Nuo without a word.

"Xing Laoba, please give my mom back to me quickly! Otherwise, I will let my adoptive father break your p shares! You can't sit in a chair, you can't sleep! "

The little guy said angrily. With his father and adoptive father, he is more confident.

"Do you want to smash P shares? God, how terrible? That will hurt! For the sake of our friendship, can you not let my adoptive father beat my p shares? "

Xing Ba follows the little guy's will and deliberately satisfies his little affectation.

"It's OK not to fight! You quickly tell me where my mommy is hiding! I'll let my adoptive father spare you! "

The little guy is proud of his small appearance and stares at Xing Ba, who is much higher than him.

"Nono, go to the kitchen and pour a cup of coffee for my father! It's going to be polished now! "

Feng Xinglang kept avoiding Hetun and gazed at him deeply. He turned to his son, who was talking to Xing ba.

"Freshly ground coffee?" The little guy was stunned for a moment.

"Well! You go to the kitchen to supervise the servant and see clearly the whole process of grinding. Don't give him the chance to poison your father! "

Feng Xinglang urged the little guy, "go, my father is thirsty!"

Thirsty profit harm drink tea not to go? What kind of freshly ground coffee do you have to drink?

Although ten thousand of them were not happy, they went into the kitchen and asked the servants to grind coffee.

In fact, Feng Xinglang's intention is obvious:

because the next scene is not suitable for children, he gave up his 5-year-old son ahead of time.

Feng Xinglang is not thirsty. I don't want to drink coffee in the shallow bay.

"Hetun, I said: as long as I have a breath of Feng Xinglang, I will redouble every atrocity you inflict on me! In this life, either you die or I die! You and I will die togetherFeng Xinglang lowered his voice, but the first words were very clear.

It's like swearing your promise with your life.

"What are you waiting for? Now, let's finish it! "

Hetun is also a cheerful person. He knew that what he had done to Feng Xinglang was beyond description. It's unforgivable.

"Bata," a fine pistol was buttoned on the table by he tun.

This pistol is a personal possession of Hetun. He has carried it with him for many years.

"There are three bullets in it. Count the three bullets I gave you back! As for the flesh and blood you suffered Look at it

The resolute decision of a generation of heroes, the spirit of acting without procrastination.

"Adoptive father..."

Xing Ba screamed and came forward to snatch the gun, but someone was faster than him.

Feng Xinglang, sitting opposite Hetun, should take advantage of the distance.

He had already felt for the dagger at his waist. When he saw Hetun, he took the initiative to shoot a gun. It was like "sending charcoal in the snow.".

Feng Xinglang grabs the gun before Xing Ba;

at the same time, the muzzle of the gun is on the forehead of Hetun.

"No one is allowed to hurt him!" There was a roar from the river.

In this villa, except for the servants and 5-year-old Linnuo children, the rest of the people, no matter how fast they draw their guns or how they shoot them, should be above Feng Xinglang.

But with the roar of Hetun, they all stopped.

"Xing Ba, call Xing 12! Let him come back with people! Otherwise, I won't see his adoptive father for the last time! "

Feng Xinglang hisses at Xing Ba behind Hetun.

"Feng Xinglang, calm down! My adoptive father is yours... "

"Fight

Feng Xinglang roared and stopped Xing BA's next words.

He Tun just looked at Feng Xinglang holding a gun to his head.

There was no anger, no fear, even a slight smile.

It's just such a smile. It's very sad.