Chapter 599: How to deal with 'hate'

"Let me go to sleep with the eighth? Why? The eighth's feet are smelly and dead ... and they are still grinding their teeth and talking!"

The little boss is unhappy.

Among the righteous sons in Hetun, Lin Nuo likes to sleep with the old twelve. There will always be different surprises and joys.

"If you want to help Mommy, are you still not willing?"

Xue Luo did not explain to her son: The purpose of letting the little guy hang around Xing Ba to sleep is because she knows that Hetun will never let Feng Xinglang be beaten in front of Xiaoshi's face! That will only breed little hatred of Hetun.

"Sure I would!"

The little guy dragged a long tail with difficulty.

Lin Nuo ’s dinner was eaten in Yifu Hetun's room. It may be that the wound on Hetun's leg was cracked a second time, and he was not willing to sweep the little guy's happiness during the day, and he kept clenching his teeth and insisting.

"Father, let me pinch your arms."

Following the appearance of a Thai technician, the little guy raised another arm for He Tun. The fleshy little hand, rubbing it around Hetun's arm, was comfortable.

He Tun narrowed his eyes with comfort, "Fifteen, hate your father Feng Xinglang?"

The little boy paused, and then he shook his mouth before answering Hetun: "Hate!"

"Oh ... you jealous, righteous? If you hate him so much, why not go to the basement and kill him with a crossbow?"

Hetun took the fifteenth in his arms, and held the little guy's head with his beard chin.

"Isn't it good to lock him in the basement? Why kill him!"

The little guy didn't quite agree with Hetun's handling of 'hate'.

"Well! Makes sense! As long as my family fifteen likes it, lock him like that!"

Not only to please Xiao15, who has always been a favorite, it seems that Hetun does not want Feng Xinglang to die too soon!

I have to say that Feng Xinglang is indeed a rare opponent:

He is young, he is wise, he is alert, and he will play a different trick with Hetun!

The most important thing is: Hetun wants to bring Feng Xinglang in front of the woman ... so that the woman can see that the evil results of her poppies will increase her feedback to her son!

The woman in Hetunkou was just a wax figure in Pete's dark room.

He Tun closed his eyes deeply, it seemed really tired!

After waiting for Hetun to fall asleep, the little boy immediately ran back to Mommy's room.

Sure enough, Xue Luo had been waiting for his son Lin Nuo to return.

"Mummy, the right father has fallen asleep ... Can I go around the old basement to see Feng Xinglang now?"

From the eyes of his son Lin Nuo's expectant eyes, Xueluo saw his son and Feng Xinglang could not cut off, the blood is thicker than water.

Throughout the day, Xue Luo thought a lot about Feng Xinglang's injury and hunger.

Feng Xinglang is not his own enemy with his son Lin Nuo!

He ‘abandoned’ their mother and son twice and had his last distress. She saw it with her own eyes.

Xue Luo believes: if there is no Feng Lixin for the first time, and no second round for the second time, Feng Xinglang should not abandon their mother and son.

Especially for her son Nono, she felt Feng Xinglang's love for her son.

Follow Feng Xinglang to make a stab at two slashes, but that won't stop Snow from paying attention to the man's obstacles.

Xue Luo took off the pajamas on her son and changed to a dark pullover with pockets; he filled the chocolate beans into the little guy's pockets, and then pulled the zipper until the small pockets were full.

"Mum, aren't you not letting your dear son eat more chocolate beans? You'll get fangs!"

The little guy doesn't know where Mummy Xue Luo is playing.

Or was Mummy found out about eating chocolate beans by herself?

So the little guy answered very well and smartly!

"It's not for you! You can use this chocolate bean to throw your dad Feng Xinglang! Don't let your starling find out, you know?"

With his son Lin Nuo's IQ, Xue Luo doesn't need to explain much.

The little guy nodded quickly. When he was having dinner just now, he was still thinking: Has the **** dear had dinner?

There should be none!

"By Nono, remember to let your dad read this fairy tale book to you. You can leave after he finishes reading. You know?"

Before going out, Xue Luo picked up a fairy tale book and stuffed it into his son Lin Nuo's arms.

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Xing Ba expected that the little guy would be entangled with him and asked him to take him into the basement to see his dad Feng Xinglang.

So Xing Ba has been waiting by that door.

Looking at the little guy holding a fairy tale book in his arms, Xing Ba had narrowed his eyes and narrowed them even longer.

"Why, is it possible that you have to spend the night in the basement with your dad?"

Xing Ba asked with a sigh and added: "I have been abandoned by your dear two times. How can I still be so filial? A good son!"

Facing Xing Laoba's deliberate sarcasm, the little guy directly rewarded him with a little white eye. Don't bother to talk to him more than half a word!

Before the little one came to the iron fence, he heard two cries from the iron fence.

"Nono ... Nono!"

Feng Xinglang almost rushed from the simple board to the iron fence. At the time, he didn't care if the iron fence was being charged with electricity by Xing Batong, he just wanted to see his children.

The wall lamps in the aisles are of the retractable type. And quite dim. In addition, Feng Xinglang is in the dark again, the little guy can only hear Feng Xinglang's voice, but can't see the person who is Feng Xinglang.

"Old man, quickly turn on the light for me to the brightest, I will punish Feng Xinglang to read to me!"

This is the wisdom of Xue Luo. Asking his son Feng Xinglang to read to him, Xing Ba is bound to turn on the lights. And after turning on the light, the little one will definitely see how Feng Xinglang was hurt.

There is also: If Hetun really wanted to kill Feng Xinglang, he would have done it as early as last night; if Feng Xing Lang had to die, Lin Xueluo should even let his son Lin Nuo meet his father and his father. Long.

"Reading is also punished?"

Xing Ba didn't really want to turn on the lights. Because the little guy will see the injury on Feng Xinglang after turning on the light. If he is angry with him, it will be bad.

"Otherwise, you still punish me to read to you! It's so smelly here, it will affect your mood of listening to stories!"

"No matter how bad it smells, it smells better than your smelly feet! Turn on the lights!"

Nothing but small things, Xing Ba can only turn on the lights in the little black room.

"Nono ... come here, come to Dad."

Feng Xinglang squinted his eyes to adapt to the light, maybe it has been closed for a long time. At the moment when he saw his son Lin Nuo, he could not wait to rush out.

His body hit the iron fence, his hands stretched out, trying to touch his son's body.

It was just that the pair of handcuffs limited his movements ...

The little guy didn't say anything, just looked at Feng Xinglang in the iron fence so silently.