Chapter 490: That "small toilet head" looks like Feng Xinglang

This evening, the snow fell almost tormented.

From the moment she was forced to marry into Feng's family, she was repeatedly and repeatedly deceived and played in the process of purgatory.

Can you say that is not a typical experience of pain and happiness?

Therefore, Xue Luo slept very late, and it was estimated that it was only two or three o'clock in the morning that the eyes that had been soaked in tears were closed.

The next day.

When Lin Nuo came in Mummy's room, Xue Luo slept soundly. There was still sorrow and sorrow between Meiyu.

Lin Nuo did not wake up Mummy Lin Xueluo, but stood beside her, silently watching Mummy's tired face.

Slowly, the little boy leaned over and kissed Mummy's cheek. Light and light, very thoughtful did not disturb Mommy.

Maybe from Mommy ’s frizzy brows: Mommy slept late last night, and she did n’t sleep well.

Thinking of something, the little guy kicked off his shoes and grunted up. Then carefully opened the corner of the duvet, and gently held Mummy Xueluo's left hand.

Xue Luo's left hand was still bruised because of being churned by handcuffs for a long time yesterday. The contrast with Xue Luo's fair skin is a stark contrast.

The little guy was distressed by Mommy Snow. He knew that Mommy Xueluo had been in trouble for the sake of his safety and health, and had been kept in Pete Castle by Yifu Hetun, unable to leave.

Once, the little guy also thought that when one day he was stronger than Yifu Hetun, he would be rescued from Pete Castle by ...

But when he saw what his bastard's dad had done to his in-laws, the little one felt that Yifu Hetun was kind to his in-laws. The little guy also wants to change the status quo of himself and Mummy, but he is too young.

The little one touched the bruise on the wrist of Xue Luo's left hand little by little, and the tears in the eye frame rolled down uncontrollably.

If it wasn't because he wanted to find his dad, his dear mommy wouldn't come to Shencheng with his elder father Hetun.

Will not be caught by the **** Fengxing Lang!

Even his dear mommy was locked in handcuffs, and her dear mommy was bloodied.

How could that **** Feng Xinglang treat his dear mommy like that?

The little guy then remembered that the **** Feng Xinglang already had another woman! He also had a daughter who was loved by him with other women!

The little boy's tears rolled down along the baby's fat cheeks, drop by drop, on the snow-falling wrist.

When Xue Luo woke up, he saw his son Lin Nuo sitting beside himself, holding his left hand, and silently wept tears.

This scene made Xue Luo sad. The eyes turned red instantly.

"Nono, what's wrong?" She asked distressed.

"Mummy, does your hand hurt?"

The little guy didn't answer the question. It seemed that she didn't want her mother to see her tears, so she quickly wiped off the tears that fell on her cheeks with the back of her little hand.

"It doesn't hurt ... Mommy doesn't hurt! How did Nono cry?"

Xue Luo quickly got up and hugged his son Lin Nuo tightly in his arms.

"Mom, do you hate that bastard?" Lin Nuo asked lightly.

Xue Luo knew that the **** in his son's mouth was referring to 'Feng Xinglang'. After hearing his son call his biological father like this, Xue Luo's heart was hurt.

"Mummy doesn't hate ... Mummy doesn't hate anyone! Nono, actually ... Actually your father ... he ..."

Xue Luo wanted to say something good to Feng Xinglang in front of her son, but only half of the words were spoken, and Xue Luo's heart hurt.

"He's not my father! He's just a bastard!"

The little guy no longer recognizes this so-called dad. Because Feng Xinglang brought him and his mom, they only hurt again and again.

"Nono, don't do this ... Mommy, please don't do this? In fact, your dad still cares about you."

Xue Luo will embrace Feng Xinglang's resentful son into his arms again.

"Mummy, don't talk to that **** Feng Xinglang any more! I saw everything he did to you!"

It can be seen that the little guy's prejudice against Feng Xinglang is getting deeper.

"Nuo Nuo, it's not what you think! When Mommy left with you, your father thought I had knocked you out ... Do you know, your father almost killed him because of your death? He's driving himself crazy! Nono, your dad, he ... he really cares about you! "

In the end, Xue Luo chose to state the truth in front of his son.

Because Xueluo knew: Yi Hetun said fiercely that he would surely let Feng Xinglang and his son Lin Nuo Bingrong meet!

She couldn't change any decisions made by Hetun.

What she can do is tell her son Lin Nuo the truth of the facts, and don't want to see his prejudice against his dad Feng Xinglang grow deeper and deeper!

"If he really cares about me, why have children with other women?"

The little guy's questioning made Xue Luo's heart hurt again.

"He thought you were 'dead'."

Xue Luo's explanation became painful. I ca n’t even convince myself, how easy is it to persuade my son Lin Nuo?

"That's good! I'm going to meet Feng Xinglang alive tonight and let him choose between me and his daughter! See if he cares about me or his daughter!"

Every time he mentions Feng Xinglang, the little guy's face is filled with fierce vigor.

It was a kind of cruelty that Hetun had developed from childhood.

"Nono, you ... you really want to meet Feng Xinglang with your righteous father? Don't go, OK? Mommy doesn't want to lose you!"

Snow fell tightly around his son's waist, lest he lose the small things in his arms.

"Relax Mommy, you won't lose me! Because I will always be your dear son! And you will always be my dear mommy!"

The little guy kissed Mum's cheek comfortably, and hugged Mummy Xueluo.

******

Lao Chu is here to send Feng Xinglang the sales report of Qibei Mountain City Club last month.

After greeting, Feng Xinglang just discarded the file bag aside, not even looking at it, let alone Kaifeng.

It is enough to see that Feng Xinglang's mood is very low today. It can even be said to be hazy.

"Xinglang, has Lin Xue returned to Shencheng?"

Lao Chu suddenly asked such a sentence.

Feng Xinglang raised his head, and faintly swept Lao Chu, indifferently: "Why, you still remember to marry my biological daughter?"

"..." Lao Chu froze for a moment, smiled helplessly, "I just ask casually."

"Yes, Xinglang, when Lin Xueluo killed the child and left Shencheng ... How many months is the fetus?"

Lao Chu seemed a little unwilling, and changed her way of questioning. There was a doubt in his heart that could not be resolved.

Lao Chu's words really touched Feng Xinglang's inverse scale.

It is also his untouchable pain point in the past five years!

"Lao Chu, are you a little bit wide ?! Do you want me to serve you with the word" roll "?"

In Feng Xinglang's eyes, there was a sudden accumulation of violent violence.

He was trying to suppress his emotions.

"Okay, I won't ask!"

For a moment, Lao Chu couldn't help but murmured to himself: "Did I just think that 'small toilet head' looks like you?"