Chapter 633: ！

It is a measure to slow down the soldiers, and it is also an expression of dissatisfaction with the situation that Hetun is not too enthusiastic about the little guy.

From Hetun's point of view: When Xiaoshi 15 saw his righteous father, he should be jumping for joy. Not just asking his mother.

"Of course Fifteen also misses his righteous father ... It's just a kiss. Mommy is a girl. Fifteen must think about her a little bit more."

The little guy did not change the first important order that his mother Lin Xue fell to him because of the unhappiness of Hetun. For a young P-year-old child, the status of mother-in-law can never be replaced.

"Well! That's good enough! The righteous father will forgive you for neglecting your righteous father!"

Hetun hugged the little guy horizontally, and after a roundabout, he let the little guy ride on his shoulder.

This action was once the favorite intimacy method of Xiaoshi. I always feel that riding on the shoulders of Yifu Hetun is superior to other righteous brothers. You can better let him be a tiger.

But when riding on the shoulder of Hetun today, the little guy didn't have any joy, just looked at Panshan Mountain Road behind him. I haven't seen my dear mommy for several days, and the little one almost cried.

"Yifu, you're too boring! Why did you leave my kiss mommy girl in Shencheng?"

The little guy was snoring in his little nose.

Being questioned by the little guy, Hetunda was a bit unable to answer. I wanted to be honest with the little guy, but I didn't want Xiao 15 to be upset with him after hearing the truth.

"Relax, your twelve brother is with your mum."

Anyway, Hetun still doesn't want to upset the 5-year-old little thing. Then wept with him crying.

Then the little man realized: Xing Shiliang did not come to Pete Fort with his elder father Hetun. A stranger returned with his righteous father. Seems like I've never seen it in Peteburg.

This person is Xing Shi. Xing Er left him beside Hetun temporarily.

Xing Shi looked at Xiao 15 riding on Hetun's shoulder, his eyes were very light. It's not like other Yoshiko, the corners of his mouth can't help rising when he sees the little guy.

"What to see? Who are you? I don't like you, do you understand? Don't stare at me again!"

The little man's nameless fire came out of nowhere. Maybe I just want to vent my bitterness and sadness that I haven't seen my in-laws.

Xing Shi's eyes moved away, but he was still standing two or three meters away from Hetun, and did not stay away because of the unfriendly shout of the little guy.

"Fifteen, don't be rude! He is your tenth brother."

He Tun hugged the little guy on his shoulder and carried it in his arms.

Does not count as an introduction.

"I don't have ten brothers! I have only four brothers and five brothers, and eighth brothers and old twelve!"

The little guy is not unfriendly. I just think that the existence of this person is not a good thing for Feng Xinglang.

For dinner, the little guy didn't eat much. I just stirred the rice in the bowl, but refused to eat it.

"Don't you say that you like rice? Yifu also specially invited Chinese chefs to make Chinese food for you."

Xing Ba was worried that the little guy's soft trouble would cause his father Yitun Hetun to be unhappy, so he came to persuade Xiaoshi. It's also a reminder.

"Have you got angry with your father-in-law without seeing your mother?"

He Tun put down his wine glass and asked.

The little guy did not nod or shake his head. In fact, it is much more than that: Hetun also locked his father and his father in a dark room.

Until now, the little guy has not spoken to begging his father.

"Otherwise: tomorrow morning, I'll let the eighth take you to Shencheng to find your mother, how?"

He Tun said in a compromise tone, "Yiyi always treats you so softly."

But the little man hesitated.

What if Dad Feng Xinglang goes away by himself? He is still locked in the dark room!

The safety of a bastard's dad is also more important than being able to see his mother.

"Let's talk again in a few days. I don't really miss Mom anymore."

The little guy said a little against it. And began to bury his hands and pull the rice in the bowl to hide his guilty conscience.

"..." This little thing really looks like a villain. It's weird.

After having dinner, the little guy began to get entangled in Yifu Hetun. As long as you entangle your righteous father, presumably your father Feng Xinglang can be temporarily safe.

A pair of small slaps, asking Hetun to crackle on the back.

The lean back was covered with bruises.

Hetun has a man's fortitude, profoundness, fullness, and full of manhood.

It seems to be telling the world: He Hetun can get back today from the gunfire bullet rain.

"Yifu, are you comfortable shooting this way?"

"Comfortable ... comfortable! My family fifteen is getting filial."

Hetun enjoyed the little slap that the little guy tossed on his back. The body is uncomfortable, but I feel really at ease.

"Father, these scars ... does it still hurt?"

The little boy pulled a deeper scar with his little hand. Already healed, but it still looks shocking.

"No pain! These are all men's medals!"

Hetun's voice was hoarse, as if he was sleeping comfortably.

An hour later, under the infection of Hetun, the little guy finally lay tired on his back and fell into a dream.

Xing Twelve carefully lifted the little guy from Hetun's back; after Hetun sat up, he put the little guy into Hetun's arms.

He Tun leaned in and kissed the little boy's red fluttering face, and gently handled the little boy's handsome black hair with his rough hands.

"Twelve, these days, you are avoiding fifteen. Don't let him see you, or the little thing will be full of energy and noise."

It turned out that Xing Twelve was Pete Fort with Hetun.

Because some things had to be avoided in the small fifteen, Hetun let Xing twelve go into hiding in Peteburg first.

It seems that Hetun's doting on Xiaoshi has risen to a new height.

After giving the sleeping little thing to Xing Ba, Hetun slowly left the health room.

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The low sound of opening the door woke up Feng Xinglang, who had slept very shallowly.

Even if you do n’t have to turn around to see it, Feng Xinglang knows: Hetun is here.

It seemed that with the arrival of Hetun, a small cold room brought a wind of coldness.

That's the breath of death!

"I regret taking the initiative to come to your door to imprison me?"

He Tun's voice, with the proud meaning of the king's victory, "I originally wanted to make the game longer .... Who can't wait for you so much!"

Feng Xinglang turned slowly and saw the backlit Hetun.

He couldn't see Hetun's face clearly, but only saw a tall, strong outline, dyed in the light, like Satan from hell.