"Ah..."
A deep and shrill scream came from the study.
"Eh? My mommy is in danger
The first thing Linnuo children think of is, of course, their favorite mother. He wriggled to get out of Xing BA's arms.
But Xing Ba, who was holding the little guy in his arms, frowned, "how can I hear your father's sad cry?"
"The snow falls should not be to start to a Lang?"
He Tun, who was eager to protect his son, began to complain, not knowing right or wrong? There's something you can't say well! "
I didn't do it!
But it's snowing!
But also in the sealed line Lang can not be described under the hard mouth!
We can tell from Feng Xinglang's shrill scream that it's not light!
But do not rule out someone has the ingredients of show bitter meat! To reduce the woman's anger against him.
Xueluo also considered the mouth in the man's cheek, neck, arm and other places, but in order to avoid the unnecessary trouble of being seen by outsiders, she finally chose the following undescribed part.
That way, even Linnuo, his son, won't find out. At least Feng Xinglang won't show his son in a sympathetic way!
"Eight, let fifteen go in and have a look."
Even if the couple really fight, it's not convenient for Hetun to go in and persuade them to fight. He still has this self-knowledge.
Can just son of that scream, really sad, hear River Tun is worried unceasingly. I don't know whether Lin xueluo, a gentle daughter-in-law, will really poison her husband!
"Mommy Mommy My son will protect you
While shouting, the little guy rushed into the study.
Harmony has been restored in the study: xueluo is still sitting in front of the desk, while Feng Xinglang is holding the edge of the desk with one hand, with a thin sweat on his forehead. It seems that he is suffering something, and his brow is wringing melancholy.
"Mommy, are you ok?"
"Nothing! How can Mommy have something to do with your father? " Snow wiped the corners of her lips with a tissue.
"But just now My son heard a scream
"Oh, yes? Ask your father! Anyway, it's not Mommy
Snow will be stained with a little blood tissue into the side of the basket.
"Feng Xinglang, what are you yelling about? It's scary! "
"My father didn't shout! You must have heard wrong
Feng Xinglang bowed slightly, as if avoiding pain.
"I'm sure I heard you right! Old eight and adoptive father, they all heard it
“……”
It's embarrassing this time! When did the old man in Hetun come back?
Originally, Feng Xinglang just wanted to cooperate with the woman, who thought there were so many listeners outside!
Snow also followed the frown: this river Tun how silent came back?!
Want to know she Lin Xue falls to abuse his own son, point to uncertain and get a good training!
Don't panic! Presumably, he is not thick skinned enough to show that place to others in order to win sympathy.
"Come on, good son, let's go out and get ready. We'll set out for Shencheng later."
"I don't want to go back to Shencheng with you! It's nice to stay with mommy at my adoptive father's house! "
The little guy is his own father. I don't like it anywhere.
"If you don't go back, my father will go back with your mother! Don't run back crying and arguing at that time
Feng Xinglang sat down with the snow tight and put his arm around the woman's waist.
"Mommy won't go back with you! Where her own son is, she will stay! "
Don't want to be ignored Linnuo children came up to hold snow waist, obediently gently rub, "Mommy's favorite person is me!"
"Yes, my father will stay here, too."
Feng Xinglang hugged his wife and children together in his arms, "until you and Mommy are willing to go back with me!"
……
On the window, there was a beautiful and clever little girl. About four or five years old. On his face that can be broken, he is full of expectation.
A pair of clear big eyes blink nimbly, like a doll with aura in the window.
Feng Tuan Tuan is very clever. He is quiet all the time.
The driver was bassoon, who had been waiting at the airport early.
Cong Gang occasionally side eyes to sweep up the seal, a small squint eyes light shallow upward.
"Tuan Tuan, who do you like best?"
Cong Gang is not the kind of talkative person, nor is he the kind of loving man, and he will not deliberately tease Feng Tuan. But some topics, or to do some necessary foreshadowing, will let a 5-year-old guy more easily accept some.Feng Tuan Tuan also looked at Cong gang in a daze, "Tuan Tuan likes Papa most I also like my uncle and brother nono. And uncle and mother And my mommy
"Your mommy is dead!"
Cong Gang said, "from now on, you will not like it!"
Small lovely scared stare big tearful eyes, dull looking at CongGang, holding tears Bata Bata straight off.
"Uncle caterpillar Are you serious? My mom Is my mommy really dead? "
"Well! Dead! So don't think about her in the future! "
Cong Gang's words did not bring a little temperature, and did not consider a child's tolerance.
"Mommy is dead Then Tuan Tuan would have no Mommy Tuan Tuan has become a child without a mother... "
Small lovely efforts to endure tears and sad, can endure ah endure, out of control wailing.
Cong Gang didn't comfort Feng Tuan who was crying, but let her cry so much.
"Uncle caterpillar Tuan Tuan has no more mummy There is no mummy in Tuan Tuan! "
Cong Gang just looked at the crying Tuan Tuan. When she sobbed so fast that she couldn't catch her breath, she said in a low voice: "my uncle doesn't have any parents It's the same. It's a good time! "
Is it really good?
At least before meeting Feng Xinglang, Cong Gang is just a walking corpse of hate accumulation!
But after meeting Feng Xinglang It seems worse!
"Will uncle caterpillar miss his parents?"
To see someone more pitiful than himself, little cute sobbed and asked.
"No!" Cong Gang's cold voice.
"Why? Uncle caterpillar's father and mother are not good to you? " Little lovely Zheng Zheng asked.
"Tuan Tuan, crying for a while is enough."
Cong Gang handed the tissue, "wipe your tears! If your mommy dies, you'll live better with your father! "
Little cute took the paper towel that Cong just handed over, "would you like to cry for a while? Tuan Tuan is really sad... "
“……” Cong Gang nodded slightly, "well, cry."