Chapter 517: Stinky boy! I am your dear!

"Nono ..."

After seeing his son Lin Nuo, Feng Xinglang couldn't calm down.

Although reason was calming him, Feng Xinglang could not calm down when he saw his son at this moment.

When he heard that the person calling him turned out to be a bastard's father, Feng Xinglang, the little guy first hesitated, and immediately broke free from Feng Lixin's arms, purring around a large circle and closing Feng Xinglang from the door After the side lead away, the little boy quickly rushed towards the door of the private room.

Use of roundabout tactics!

But the little guy's speed was far less agile than Feng Xinglang's; at the moment passing by his side, Feng Xinglang hugged and drew the small thing into his arm.

"Nono, be good, don't run. I'm your father ..."

"Let me go! You jerk! You're not my dad! I don't have your dad!"

The little guy struggled and kicked and shivered in Feng Xinglang's arms; but Feng Xinglang was suddenly taken off the ground.

"Whether you admit it or not, I'm your dad! This is an iron fact, you can't change it!"

Feng Xinglang tightened his arms and held the small things in his arms.

"You let me go ... let me go!"

The little guy is small, but he is full of anger. A forced hug like Feng Xinglang made him very uncomfortable, so he was determined not to compromise.

At first glance, it looks like a kind of cricket that eats soft and hard! Almost the same as Feng Xinglang as a child.

"Xinglang, let go of Nono ... you hold him like this and you will hurt him."

Feng Lixin immediately came to persuade the father and son who were fighting each other. Worried that Feng Xinglang could accidentally hurt the 5-year-old kid.

It is impossible to let Feng Xinglang release the son Lin Nuo in his arms. This is his biological son, and he dreams that small things can live. Aiko's recovery, he said nothing and would not let go.

Feng Xinglang's arms tightened the little guy's kick, and being forced to do nothing, the little guy could only use his small head to hit Feng Xinglang's chin and face.

Accompanied by the princess Feng Xiaobo's hush, the snow screamed in the corridor and immediately stepped in.

Then he saw that his son Lin Nuo was struggling with Feng Xinglang in his arms and his face turned red.

"Mummy ... Mummy runs away!"

The little guy's instinctual response was to let Mommy Xue escape from the bastard's claws.

But how could Xueluo leave her child and leave alone?

"Feng Xinglang, what are you doing? Let go of Nono!"

Xue Luo rushed over and wanted to take his son Lin Nuo from Feng Xinglang's arms; but he didn't want to be embraced by the hand that Feng Xinglang suddenly vacated.

Holding her own son with one hand and his wife with one hand, Feng Xinglang was never satisfied.

It seemed that at this moment, he filled all the emptiness and loneliness of the past five years.

"Snow falls, be nice ... Stop struggling! I won't hurt you ... let alone our children ... wife!"

Feng Xinglang's breath is heavy and eager. Like a gentle harbor, it instantly warmed the erratic heart that snow fell.

"Feng Xinglang, you asshole! Don't hold my mummy!"

The little guy in his arms didn't understand this kind of meekness. He thought that the **** dad was going to bully his dear mommy.

When Feng Xinglang vacated a hand to hug Mommy Xue Luo, the little guy couldn't reach his daddy Feng Xinglang's chin, and bite Feng Xinglang's neck.

"Uh ..." Feng Xinglang who was drunk with his wife and children was reveling. He was bitten by the little guy in a cold manner, and gave out a painful groan.

"Mummy, go quickly! Go and find your elder father! Let the elder father take the old twelve to come and destroy Feng Xinglang!"

The little guy howled with a hissing exhaustion, alerting him to the snow falling in some chaos. She struggled to open Feng Xinglang's arms.

But son Nono is still in Feng Xinglang's arms, where can he go?

"Lin Xueluo, where do you want to go? Your dear son is in my hands."

Feng Xinglang looked at Lin Xueluo with his evil eyes, there was no fear: this little is in his hands, is he afraid of the big escape?

"Mummy, hurry up! Leave me alone! Go back and call your righteous father ... let the righteous father bring the twelve to destroy him!"

The little boy urged Mummy Xueluo to leave. He would rather fall into the hands of the bastard's father, Feng Xinglang, and let Mommy Xueluo leave safely.

"Shit! I'm your dear! Hetun is our common enemy! Are you stupid enough to recognize the thief as a father?"

Feng Xinglang shouted at his son, Hetun Yifu's son.

"You are stupid! You are a bastard! My righteous father is a good man! He will come to my rescue! You ca n’t wait to eat and go!"

The little guy reluctantly raised his mouth with his father, Feng Xinglang, and vigorously defended the image of Yifu Hetun.

Seeing that his own son was not getting oil and salt, and his little head was stubborn, Feng Xinglang was so angry that his face became blue.

"Lin Xueluo, this is the child you educated? Indulge him as a father of thieves? How did Hetun treat you in the first place, and you still have such an inattentive son to call his righteous father?

Feng Xinglang couldn't make sense with his 5-year-old son, so he stared sharply at the talkable snow fall.

"However, Hetun also raised Nuo Nuo for five years. What's wrong with calling him a righteous father? On the contrary, you're Fengxing Lang, what have you done for Nuo Nuo? What qualifications do you have for Nuo Nuo to recognize you as a father? "

Snow fell could not stand the arrogance and posthumousness of Feng Xinglang. Is this what Feng Lixin said: his brother Feng Xinglang will take their mother and son home in good faith?

That aggressive flame, can't wait to strip her for life! I really didn't see a little bit of sincerity.

Do you really expect this man to be sincere to himself?

Even if he was so urgent, he just wanted to return to his own son!

It doesn't matter that Lin Xue lost half a dime at all!

"I'm not qualified to be Nono's father. Who is eligible ?! Lin Xueluo, have you given me a chance to be a good father?"

"Feng Xinglang, I don't want to argue with you! Give me back my son!"

Snow did not want to talk more to this proud man. She rushed forward again and wanted to take back the little one from Feng Xinglang's iron arm, but Feng Xinglang's arm was really tightened too much, and she couldn't pull it apart at all.

And Xue Luo did not dare to force too much, for fear of hurting his son Lin Nuo.

"Mum, you go! Leave me alone! If we don't leave, neither of us will be able to walk! No one will go to the righteous father to report!"

The little guy's words, let Xue Luo suddenly change his mind.

In a matter of seconds, Xueluo stopped the action of robbing his son, and stepped back a few large steps away from the reach of Feng Xinglang's arm.

Then, he ran towards the door of the private room without looking back ... It really ran away!