Chapter 439: Domineering

Hetun's words horrified Xue Luo.

"What? You, did you let fifteen go to Shencheng to find his father? He ... he's a five-year-old!"

It was so sudden that all of this came, and Xue Luo's heart flew out of his Hungarian cavity.

Xue Luo thought about N kinds of pictures where he and his son Lin Nuo met Feng Xinglang again, but none of them looks like this: Hetun even let a 5-year-old little P child go to Shencheng to find his father!

"Rest assured, there are twelve old accompany the fifteen! No one hurt my son in Hetun!"

Hetun sent a large piece of bacon roll into his mouth and ate it deliciously. Doesn't seem to worry about the safety of the little guy.

No matter who is with his son Lin Nuo, as a mother, Xue Luo can't rest assured. Only when their children are in their own hands, can Xue Xue be assured!

"Mr. Xing, how can you let fifteen go to Shencheng without consulting me?"

Xue Luo did not dare to blame Hetun, but the words of blame still brought a little blame.

"Fifteen is my son of Hetun. I make any decision without consulting with anyone!"

It's such a tone of self-esteem that makes people domineering.

Xue Luo knew that he couldn't stand Hetun! Unless you don't want to see your son anymore!

"Again, this is also the wish made on the fifteenth Christmas Eve! How can I not do as he wishes?"

He Tun whispered. I took a sip of red wine and it looked like I was not in a good mood. Perhaps these five years for Hetun are waiting for this day to come.

Oh my god, my son Lin Nuo's wish was to find his father? Does he know who his own dad is?

Also, shouldn't the son's wish be to take Mommy out of Pete Fort?

Xue Luo wasn't sure if Hetun lied to her. I just feel like a person like Hetun who has nothing but self-respect, there is no need to lie to her at all!

Even if he said something that Xue Luo didn't like to hear, Xue Luo couldn't help him, didn't he?

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

Xue Luo whispered cautiously.

"Ok?"

He Tun raised his eyebrows, wondering what Xue Luo wanted to ask.

"Did you talk to fifteen about his dad?"

Xue Luo made the topic clear. Because in the past five years, Xueluo refused to tell his son Lin Nuo about half a word about his father.

"No! I just reminded Fifteen: The person in the painting should be in Shencheng! That's it!"

Hetun had no intention of concealing the falling snow. There is no need at all.

He is a big man, and he can't commit to concealing a weak woman. It's so bright!

"Person on the picture? Who?"

The snow fell in shock and asked closely.

"Don't you know?" Hetun asked back.

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

"The painting was fifteen pulled out of the pocket, and it was crumpled. The person who painted it above was Feng Xinglang at first glance! Wasn't it for fifteen?

Hetun glanced lightly at the snow. It seems that some kind of little tricks are played on Xue Xue before him.

Feng Xinglang's portrait?

Xue Luo remembers: I seem to have painted a complete front portrait of Feng Xinglang. And hasn't it been thrown into the trash? Why did he get to his son Lin Nuo?

Could it be ... the little guy picked it out of the trash himself?

Xue Luo took a deep breath and sighed slightly:

"Whether you believe it or not, I didn't really tell Fifteen that Feng Xinglang is his father!"

"It doesn't matter! Even if you don't tell him, I will tell him!"

He Tun smiled, "It's just that I don't need to tell you now! I'm holding the painting by myself. I'm full of Shen Cheng looking for his father!"

"..." Xue Luo was speechless for a while.

She really could not imagine that a 5-year-old child was holding a sketch portrait and looking for someone in the street.

Even if he didn't see it, Xue Luo already felt sad.

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

Snow fell, calming his sour heart, and calmed down to ask.

Hetun nodded. "That's for sure!"

"Mr. Xing, I'm Nono's mother. I don't want him to recognize Feng Xinglang, can I?"

The sound of snow falling brought a weeping cry of supplication.

"why?"

He Tun put down his red wine glass and looked at the snow.

"Because everything between me and Feng Xinglang is over! From the day you took me five years ago, I and he have broken everything! He didn't know that Nono existed, he thought I The child has been killed in that hospital! I stuck a scalpel into his chest, and it's over between me and him ... it's over! Do you understand? I talk to Feng Xinglang Everything is over! "

The snow fell almost roaring hysterically.

Perhaps, Xue Luo didn't want to let their father and son recognize each other deep inside, but she knew clearly: the current situation is better than not knowing each other!

Good for everyone!

Hetun seemed to be stunned if the snow fell. It's not her roar, but her content.

A few seconds later, Hetun laughed.

"Interesting! So interesting! Feng Xinglang didn't even know his son was alive? Hahaha, this game is getting more and more interesting!"

Hetun is immersed in his world of revenge.

Or in the end, what he wanted was not the pleasure of revenge, but ...

But ... he didn't even know what he wanted!

Judging from Hetun's intoxicated face, Xue Luo felt that what he was most worried about still happened.

"Mr. Xing, shouldn't you want to take Nonuo as a bargaining chip with Feng Xinglang?"

Xue Luo's eyes were filled with tears. There is also anger and helplessness.

He Tun shook his head, "I promised you that in my lifetime, I will keep the fifteenth safe! So fifteen will never be a problem!"

Wei Dun, He Tun added coldly again, "What's wrong ... it will be him Feng Xinglang! Three bullets didn't kill him, it's really fatal!"

Whether it was his son Lin Nuo or Feng Xinglang, Xue Luo didn't want to see their father and son injured.

So Xue Luo dared to ask: "Mr. Xing, have you ever really loved Feng Xinglang's mother? If you really loved her, how could you kill her children? Feng Xinglang's mother If you know how you treat her biological son like this, how sad she is under Jiuquan! She will hate you! "

"To shut up!"

With a loud noise, the irritated Hetun turned the entire dining table to the ground.

The muscles on his resolute face were beating constantly, the blue tendons in his forehead were violent, and he was already extremely angry.