Chapter 502: Marry your mummy, our grandpa must come first!

"Wife, don't hang up anymore, listen to me finish ..."

On the other end of the phone, Feng Xinglang's sincere and low-profile voice came. As if he had changed his personality, the pride and arrogance of his deity was completely different.

"Hey, surnamed, who is your wife? My dear mommy is mine! I will marry her when I grow up! You are not allowed to bark!"

When Lin Nuo heard the sound of Feng Xinglang on his mobile phone, he called his in-law mommy ‘wife’ boldly, and the little one was unwilling.

It's son Lin Nuo!

Feng Xinglang was agitated. He suppressed the ecstasy of his heart, and tried to stretch the phone as quietly as possible.

"Kiss my son," Feng Xinglang learned from his son Lin Nuo.

"Who is your name, kiss your son? Don't call me that! I'm not your son!"

The little guy was unhappy with Feng Xinglang's sudden intimacy. He did not buy into Feng Xinglang's diligence.

"Then what do you think I should call you?"

Feng Xinglang's steady thoughts were enough to throw his son Lin Nuo several streets. Without knowing it, he pushed the boat down the water to lengthen the conversation with his son.

Even if it was just a conversation full of gunpowder, Feng Xinglang's heart was warm. I have never felt warm and practical.

The little guy choked for a moment, and then said rudely:

"What do you call me, I will not accept! I am at odds with you!"

This bad-tempered little temper is almost the same as when he was a kid. Feng Xinglang liked it tightly!

This is his real son, Feng Xinglang! Feng Xinglang really wanted to walk from his mobile phone and hold the small things in his arms.

"Hang up! You big **** who bullied my dear mommy! I don't care about you!" The little guy was ruthless.

"Don't hang! Our problems haven't been discussed yet!"

Feng Xinglang said tightly, "You can't marry your dear mommy!"

"Why? Can't you just say no? Why should I listen to you? I have to marry my dear mommy!"

The little guy did the trick and started to argue with the big bastard's father Feng Xinglang around the topic of "marrying a mommy".

This is exactly what Feng Xinglang wanted.

"My grandpa must come first, don't we?"

Feng Xinglang deliberately lengthened the topic, "I have already obtained a certificate from your dear mommy! So now ... she is my wife! My previous relationship with her was protected by law!"

"What is the" receipt "? Without my permission, it would be impossible for my mum to be your wife! My mum is mine, so you do n’t have to daydream!"

The little guy hung up the phone with a little anger. In order to prevent the bastard's dad from coming to disturb Mommy's snow again, the little guy first put his phone blocked by his father-in-law Xinglang, and then shut down the phone together.

The conversation between the father and the son, Xue Luo heard really well.

Feng Xinglang had framed his son to say a few more words to him. Xue Luo heard that Feng Xinglang was deliberately going around with the little guy.

Perhaps, Feng Xinglang did love his own flesh and blood. He really loves his children.

But how to listen, this is all as long as the pro-son does not want her rhythm!

Leaving aside how to continue the ups and downs between Feng Xinglang and Hetun, the Feng family already has Lan Youyou, and Feng Xinglang sealed her group with her daughter. She and son Lin Nuo will never May be back home.

Xue Luo would not promise Feng Xinglang to take his son Lin Nuo back!

What are the consequences of recapture? Let Lan Youyou be her stepmother to Lin Xueluo's son?

Xue Luo couldn't even think of such a picture! What a panic it will be!

When his son Lin Nuo was still in his stomach, he had been persecuted to death! Sending her child to Lan Youyou again? Xue Luo would rather stay in Pete Castle with his children forever and ever.

"Mummy, that **** was scolded by me!"

The little boy looked at Mummy's tears again, "Did that **** make Mummy cry?"

Xue Luo shook her head, hugging her son Lin Nuo tightly in her arms, and silently wept. But he didn't want his son to see it.

******

Feng Xinglang, who was hung up by her pro-son, was silent and gloomy.

"Why, your low-pitched sweet words don't work?"

Feng Lixin, holding a small group of sound sleeping, whispered in a low voice.

Feng Xinglang's low posture was forced by Feng Lixin.

He said that Xueluo mother and son had suffered so much and suffered so many sins, and the most wanted thing was Feng Xinglang's soothing tenderness.

In other words, it was Feng Xinglang's sugar-coated shells!

When Xue Luo hung up his phone for the first time, Feng Xinglang, who had been violently upset, was once again suppressed by Feng Lixin.

Feng Lixin said: The low-profile tenderness is like water, and it will definitely work for the kind snowfall!

But it didn't seem to work as well as he expected!

But it's not completely useless!

"At least you have been scolded for several minutes! This is progress! With the kindness of Xue Luo, she will forgive you!"

Feng Lixin cheered Feng Xinglang.

How did Feng Xinglang suddenly become lower and lower? It turned out that Feng Lixin, a good-tempered military, was behind him.

But it seems that Feng Xinglang can't wait!

He immediately pulled the needle from his arm and jumped up from his sickness.

A concussive vertigo struck, and he was stunned, almost unable to stand still.

"Xinglang, don't you talk about it, okay? Wait for your health and then go find Hetun dignitaries! You've waited for the past five years, but can't you wait for a few days?

Feng Lixin quickly put the sleeping little cute in her arms on the side of the escort, and came forward to help the shaking Feng Xinglang.

But Feng Xinglang really can't wait!

He didn't want to wait any more for a second!

After going to Fengjia to get something, he rushed to the Jane Brigade.

Repulse Bay.

At dinner, Xue Luo helped the chef set the table together.

He Tun sits on the teacher's chair and plays with the incomplete rosewood bracelet on his wrist.

This made Xue Luo involuntarily think of Feng Xinglang's mother's relic, the rosewood box.

The wooden box was still there. But she was in a bad mood, and Xue Cheng didn't want to bother her to help her find the wooden box. Let's put it first.

The solid wood box is not important, what is important is the incomplete portrait in it.

Snowfall is already certain: the person on the painting is Hetun!

It's just ... If Feng Xinglang's mother loves Hetun, why should she derail Feng Feng Mountain?

And Feng Yishan is still a married woman!

It's hard for outsiders to say this emotional thing. Not all women can marry their beloved men as they wish.

Xing Laoba came in abruptly.

"Father, Feng Xinglang is here! I also brought two notes. Would you like to send them away?"