Chapter 531: What is this ugly thing?

"Lan Youyou can use her own daughter as a bargaining chip for others, and no one else! Your mother is really good enough!"

Feng Xing Lang casually said. He believed in Lan Youyou's words, but was angry at what Lan Youyou did.

"Feng Xinglang, I, I didn't deceive you ... Tuantuan was really taken away by the people in Hetun! I was going to deceive you ... just ... it wouldn't die!"

Lan Youyou sobbed. She was stunned before she was dizzy.

"Isn't Hetun your righteous father? Think of it yourself!"

Feng Xinglang coldly hung up the phone. Then fall into meditation.

"Feng Xinglang ... Feng Xinglang ..."

Faced with the beeping sound of the hung up phone, Lanyou was crying without tears.

"Feng Xinglang, you **** man who killed thousands of swords ... Tuantu is your biological daughter!"

Feng Youlang could not hear Lan You's hoarse and exhausted growling. His gaze was locked on the baby boy who was holding his finger and trying to open the smart door.

The finger prints of Feng Xinglang's left hand have been tried by Lin Nuo's children one by one; but the **** smart door is still intact and there is no sign of opening.

So the little guy pinned his hope on Feng Xinglang's right-hand fingerprint.

But when he looked up, the little boy met the deep eyes of his father Feng Xinglang who was watching him. The little guy seemed to froze for a moment, and suddenly became very polite:

"Feng Xinglang, can you use your right hand for one?"

Feng Xinglang looked angrily and funnyly attentively only to escape his dear son.

My heart is more than sad, it's just a numbness.

Doesn't it mean that there is a kind of blood thicker than water between the father and son? Why didn't this bunny kiss his own dad at all?

"Nuo Nuo, let's have a good talk," said Feng Xinglang.

The little boy blinked his clear eyes and glanced at his relative, Feng Xinglang, "I have nothing to talk to you!"

"How can there be nothing to talk about? We are the **** brothers!"

Feng Xinglang leaned over, pecked at his son's small face, and struck him with his tall nose.

"That being said ... but ... my mommy is divorcing you ... we can't be father and son!"

The little guy was unhappy, "Looking at my mummy doesn't really like you!"

The idea of ​​small things really made Feng Xinglang frown deeply: How did this small thing think so?

"Good son, don't say it first, I won't divorce your mommy! Even if you divorce, you can never change the iron fact that you are my biological son! And one more thing, your mommy loves me!"

Wei Dun, Feng Xinglang proudly added the last sentence: "I am the only man your mom loves in this world! Favorite!"

"No! I'm the dear mommy's favorite man in the world!"

The little guy was jealous.

"Boy, your mum's love for you and me is two completely different kinds of love. To you, it's called affectionate love; to me, it's called love! Do you know what love is?"

"Anyway, my mommy loves me the most!"

With a simple and concise sentence, the child Lin Nuo ended the unpleasant but warm debate between father and son.

For a moment of contemplation, Feng Xinglang called Yan Bang's phone.

In fact, Feng Xinglang's first choice is Cong Gang. But Cong Gang's recent rebellion has made Feng Xinglang really upset!

"Huh? The sun came out to the west. I actually received a call from Feng Ermao?"

Yan Bang's voice was long, with some dissatisfaction but helpless sighs.

"Don't fret, you will be here at GK for half an hour! I am waiting for you!"

Wei Dun, Feng Xinglang swears, "Yes, find a low-key and connotative car to drive over! Secretly, don't reveal your identity, I have something to do! I'm waiting for you."

After speaking, Feng Xinglang hung up the phone and did not continue to grind with Yan Bang.

Squatting over, Feng Xinglang and his son looked up.

"Nuo Nuo, after a while, there will be a very interesting uncle. Dad must send Nuo Nuo to raise him for a few days. After Dad finishes some things, go to your uncle's house to bring you back. OK?"

"Of course, I will see you as soon as I have time!"

Feng Xinglang caressed his son's face, but was unable to express his father's love.

"NO! I want to be with Mommy!" The little guy refused directly.

"Relax, our family of three will be together soon! Definitely!"

Feng Xinglang replied firmly to his son.

The little guy stared at Feng Xinglang, but slowly shook his head, "What about the little P child who likes crying nose? And her fierce witch mummy!"

"Haha," Feng Xinglang smiled affectionately. "They will have their own lives! May I tell you the secret: In fact, Tuantuan is my elder brother, your uncle Feng Lixin's biological daughter!"

"I knew it already!" The little man muttered.

Feng Xinglang Weiwei, "Who told you? Shouldn't it ... your uncle Feng Lixin?"

The little guy nodded, and then resentfully said, "Why don't you tell the fierce witch that her daughter is not your own one? Are you afraid she will yell at you?"

Feng Xinglang gave a stubborn grin: It seems that the little things as young as 5 years old would also care about this?

"I'm sorry, Nono ... TuanTuan is lost now, it should have been taken away by Hetun. After Dad has dealt with this matter, tell the truth to the witch, OK?"

Feng Xinglang said apologetically.

The little guy nodded in a difficult way. "When my mommy was pregnant with me, she must have suffered a lot from that witch. Feng Xinglang, why would you leave a big bad guy who hurt your wife and children with you? You must love that witch more than my mummy! "

Sometimes children's vision is intuitive. Will not bend corners, let alone deliberately decorate.

"You actually think I love Lanyouyou ... more than your mommy? Why do you think so?"

Feng Xinglang asked in amazement.

Perhaps he wasn't even clear: Why did he repeatedly indulge in Lan Youyou?

"Because I have eyes! Not blind!"

The little guy didn't seem to want to discuss this issue with his father and father.

"By the way, my mummy said: Let me help and convince you to agree to divorce her!"

The little guy was stingy, and said a little bit hard. But this is what Mummy meant, he could only promise.

divorce! Divorce again!

Feng Xinglang could not wait to eat Lin Xueluo's idiot woman.

Thinking of something, Feng Xinglang immediately took out the softened color ultra-thin paper from the safe.

"Nono, look at it: Isn't it beautiful and amazing?"

The little boy crooked his head and looked again.

"What is this ugly thing?"

"... This is when you were seven weeks old! It is only the size of a small sprout and a small tail ..."