Chapter 631: Help Dad Fengxing Lang escape from prison

Obviously, the intelligence quotient of Lin Nuo, who is only 5 years old, is not enough.

Dealing with Xing Laosi and Xing Laowu was still reluctant. To deal with Xing Laoba, it seemed to be much harder.

Of course, this does not prevent Lin Nuo children from feeling good about themselves. He completely felt that he had beaten Xing's IQ.

Because at this moment, he has successfully avoided Lao Xing, who is like a fart, and opened Xing Lao Ba. He quietly sneaked into the dark room behind the doctor with two pockets of gourmet food.

Of course, if Xing Ba had deliberately allowed the small things to win in order to fulfill his filial piety, otherwise, even if Xiao 15 had wings, he could not fly out of Xing Ba's palm.

After the doctor checked Feng Xinglang for various vital signs and left, the little one crawled out from under the cymbals.

Feng Xinglang felt it, but it was a little hard to believe: before Hetun returned to Pete Fort, he had the opportunity to see his own son.

"Feng Xinglang, you are hungry. I brought you dumplings, bacon roulades, and milk, and you eat them quickly."

The little guy deliberately wore a pair of jeans with straps to make it convenient for him to put a lot of food. And he also carefully packed various foods in fresh-keeping bags.

Lin Nuo took all the food out of his bib and spread it out along the side of his father Feng Xinglang's palate. And opened the lid of the milk bottle for my father and father, pierced the straw into it in one go, and then sent it to the mouth of Feng Xinglang ...

This should be a child's milk with a small baby pattern printed on it. Perhaps the little guy worried that taking other milk was too eye-catching, he took his own children's milk.

Feng Xinglang did not open his thin lips, but embraced the son around him tightly in his arms; the messy and ardently kissed the little guy's cheek, the little guy's head.

The little guy seemed to be kissed by his father's sudden love. Some embarrassed buried his face in Feng Xinglang's shoulder socket. It seems that the little guy is not quite used to being loved by his own dad.

After all, father love is missing for five years. Suddenly, the overflowing father's love came to his face, and the little guy was really a little embarrassed. It ’s like eating too much food for a while.

"Feng ... Feng Xinglang, let's eat it. It will be bad after being discovered by the old man."

The little boy once again delivered the milk bottle to his father's mouth, Feng Xinglang.

"Good boy, drink it ... Dad is not hungry."

Feng Xinglang didn't hurt the small things in his arms, but he was very affectionate, so he took a small sip.

So his eyes were moist.

This little thing softens his heart.

"Nono, dad loves you ... loves you very much."

It seemed a bit jerky about expressing his overflowing fatherly love, Feng Xinglang once again embraced his own son in his arms.

"Actually, Dad feels: Nono loves Dad too, right?"

Feng Xinglang still cares about the image of this bastard's father in the eyes of his son.

"Feng Xinglang, don't say these are useless. What I give you to eat ... does not mean that I and Mummy have forgiven you. Anyway, if Mummy refuses to forgive you, I will not forgive you ! "

The little boy lowered his head, took out a steamed dumpling from the fresh-keeping bag and stuffed it into the mouth of Feng Xinglang.

Looking at his son's unhappy appearance, Feng Xinglang comforted distressedly: "Nono, as long as your mommy stays in Shencheng, she must be safe. Because your uncle will take care of your mommy for us."

Feng Xinglang knew that the little boy missed his own mum.

"But, the eighth said that Mommy would return to Fort Pete with her elder father."

The little guy looks forward to Mommy Xueluo being able to return to Peteburg. It seems that for her safety, he doesn't want her to come back. Very contradictory little psychology.

"If your mommy comes back again, she will be so stupid as to go to the house!" Feng Xinglang sighed.

"You're stupid enough to reach your uncle's home! My mum came back because she thought I loved me!"

The little guy snorted coldly. Very dissatisfied with anyone insulting his dear mommy. Also includes **** father Xinglang.

The sudden explosion of my son's hair was so amused that Feng Xinglang was amused. Pleasure in the prisoner's suffering.

"Okay, your mum is not stupid. It's my **** who is too jerk! It's a shame to your mother's brilliant motherhood."

Until this moment, Feng Xinglang did not regret sending himself to Hetun as a prisoner.

The trouble should end it. In order to regain his wife and children's recognition of himself, he did not suffer in vain.

Suddenly, the little guy calmed down, leaned over and quickly lifted the quilt on the foot of his father Feng Xinglang, and saw the bright shackles attached to the welded lame leg.

No wonder the **** Feng Xinglang will lie on the cymbal all the time. So the little boy burst into tears.

"It's okay, you're good! Don't cry, dad is okay ..."

Feng Xinglang kissed the little guy's cheek, and those tearful eyes. He sucked the tears off his son.

"Feng Xinglang, I tried to steal the keys from Mr. Xing, and I will prepare sleeping bags, compressed biscuits, water bottles, telescopes, flashlights ... and maps of Peteburg! Are these enough?"

The little boy wiped his small face, and carefully counted his fingers.

"Why, are you trying to help your dad escape from prison?"

Feng Xinglang pecked at his son's serious face. At least for this moment, his soul is comforting.

"Your injury ... Can you go by yourself? I will help you to delay Xing Lao Ba and Lao Si Lao Wu."

Feng Xinglang thought it was just his son's play house thinking, but he did not expect the little guy to be extra serious.

"Xing Ba is cunning like a fox ... you want to steal keys from him, the difficulty factor is too great. Dad won't let you take this risk."

"It's okay! Xing Laoba dare not hit me."

The little guy seemed determined to help his dad Feng Xinglang escape from prison.

"Nono, you have this filial piety. Dad is very satisfied ..."

Feng Xinglang's words didn't fall, and ‘吭 啷’, the side door of the dark room was pushed open.

Xing Bafeng's father and son came straight.

"Old man, what are you doing?"

The little man was startled, and instinctively opened his small arms and stopped them in front of his relative, Feng Xinglang.

Seeing the little guy glaring at him as an adult beauty in order to defend his own dad, Xing Ba was both angry and funny.

"It's not what I want to do, it's the righteous father who will be back soon! Waiting for you to pick up!"

Xing Ba rushed forward and, without a word, hugged Xiao Twelve.

"Hurry up! If you wait for your righteous father, neither of us will have any good food!"