Chapter 473: Bloody Father and Son Meet (Part 1)

Lin Nuo's pot cover really surprised Xing Shier.

The original little gentleman and Xiaozheng had disappeared too much, and there was a nonsense native boy.

This is not the point!

The key is that as the little guy's head moves, the pot cover will swing up and down.

"Fifteen, what about your mother?" Hetun asked indifferently.

It seemed that he didn't care what kind of hairstyle the little guy was given. Or maybe what he intended about Lin Xueluo was well-understood.

"Mummy is unwell and can't go with her."

The little guy made Hetun frown slightly.

Because tonight Hetun looks forward to seeing: when Lin Xueluo holds Xiaoshi in front of Feng Xinglang, how shocked and shocked Feng Xinglang will be!

"Your mother is fine during the day. How can you feel uncomfortable? Twelve, call a doctor."

"Do n’t have a righteous father, just let Mommy take a good rest at home. I do n’t like being followed by Mommy at all, not at all comfortable!"

Of course, the little guy also knows that Mommy Xueluo pretends to be ill.

Because Xue Luo really didn't want to go to the feast. But Xueluo knew he couldn't stop Hetun, so he could only take his son Lin Nuo with him.

Hetun did not hesitate. After all, fifteen is the protagonist tonight. Lin Xueluo was just a foil.

It's better if Lin Xue can't go, so that he can control the behavior of the little guy more freely.

They all walked out of the villa door, but the little one stopped. Thinking of something, he turned and ran into the villa.

When he came back, he had a well-made crossbow in his hand. This is specially made by Hetun for Yizi fifteen. Although small and light, the lethality is not reduced.

The reason why he went back for the crossbow was because the little guy heard Xing Laoba said: At the dinner tonight, he will meet his biological dad Feng Xinglang. How can this wonderful opportunity be missed?

Hetun smiled when he saw the crossbow in his hand: It seems that the meeting of the father and son tonight should not be too tedious!

Three anti-riot vehicles hurried out of Repulse Bay.

The little boy was sitting on Hetun's thigh, staring silently at the crossbow in his hand.

"Fifteen, when you arrive at the club, do you want the righteous father to lead you in, or hold me in? Or, let the old twelve hold you?"

Hetun was in a good mood tonight, so he patiently asked Lin Nuo, a little sullen.

The little man thought about his mouth and thought, "Yifu holds me in! I want Yifu to hold me!"

It seems that the image of Feng Xinglang holding the little girl tightly tightly appeared in the mind of the little fellow. Afraid that the little girl was getting cold, she took off her coat and wrapped the little girl ...

The little girl has a pro-daddy and a pro-daddy hug, and he also has a right-handed father who hugs his right-hand father!

There are little girls, and so does Linuo!

"Okay! Then let's say so. A moment later, Yiyi holds you in and walks in!"

Hetun strangled the little thing in his arms, and pinched his little face with his slightly bearded chin.

From beginning to end, Hetun didn't ask the little guy why he should bring a crossbow!

Vaguely, he could smell the little anger the little guy was holding. Want to get fair anger for Mummy Lin Xueluo!

That's a great start!

Exactly what He Tun expected to see!

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This leisure club is not eye-catching, but it is extravagant.

It's a gray area!

It is neither black nor white, it can be said to be a buffer zone and transition area between black and white.

People in Qimen were even more worried that Hetun would be in trouble in Shencheng!

Because Hetun's identity is not something they can afford.

The entire leisure club was contracted by Hetun.

Ye Shou, dressed up, seemed to be a beast with a crown. Seeing that Hetun hadn't arrived yet, he plunged into the flowers and started his encounter tonight.

Tonight's Feng Xinglang is quite different.

He did not go to talk to those who are noble and noble, nor did he go to those black heads and white brains.

Just tasting food.

Yan Bang was by Feng Xinglang's side, watching him eat one by one.

"I have a good appetite tonight ... nervous?"

Yan Bang took a sip of red wine and asked.

"Yeah! I'm so nervous that I almost forget my last name!"

Feng Xing Lang Leng humorously, picked up a piece of cake and blocked Yan Bang's mouth.

Yan Bang seemed a little flattered. He bit the pastry, and at the same time he bit Feng Fenglang's fingers.

"Sorry! I'm nervous too!" Yan Bang joked.

Feng Xinglang appreciated Yanbang's cold eyes and continued to taste various foods.

He is indeed nervous.

Nervous in case he couldn't control himself, he went straight under the court and killed Hetun!

"I'm coming……"

With the uproar of the crowd, Feng Xinglang nodded towards the red carpet.

After five years, Hetun is still so strong and sturdy. Jinshi Hungarian chamber almost came out through clothing.

It's just a little baby in her arm ...

It looks like he is only about five years old: with a stupid pot lid on his head; with a pair of big eyes, full of pride on stepping on the giant's shoulder.

"My younger sister ... is it possible that the little milk bag in Hetun's arms is his fifteenth son?"

Ye Shinian had a strong sense of being deceived. Originally, he thought that the fifteenth son of Hetun's righteousness should be a very powerful character!

Why didn't you think it was just a little milk bag?

It seems that Yan Bang also froze for a moment, and said humorously, "Is Hetun trying to open a nursery?"

Feng Xinglang kept staring at Xiao 15 in He Tun's arms.

My heart moved inexplicably, and I always felt like I had seen this little baby girl somewhere.

Until Xinglang Lang saw Xing Twelve behind Hetun, he realized that he seemed to be in a new round of conspiracy.

Feng Xinglang has seen Xing XII. And more than once.

Suddenly, Feng Xinglang thought of the 'little brother' who had been in Tuantuan's mouth. It now seems that this little milk baby held in Hetun's arms is undoubted.

In a group of compliments, He Tun came to Feng Xinglang holding the little fifteen in his arms.

I don't know what Hetun intended, Yan Bang approached Feng Xinglang subconsciously.

When he saw Feng Xinglang, the little guy just hurriedly glanced at it and left the beginning. He hugged Hetun's neck tightly with his hands and buried his head in Hetun's shoulder socket.

There seems to be an inferiority complex that makes the little ones dare not to face Feng Xinglang.

"Fifteen, call this uncle soon. This uncle is very interested. I heard that three bullets were not dead!"

He Tun slightly walked over the little guy's body, letting him face Feng Xinglang directly.

At the same time, it is also convenient for Feng Xinglang to see the little guy more carefully.