"Well, Yifu, my dad is here ... He seems to be picking you up or picking me up!"
Seeing the angry father and mother Feng Xinglang dragging Mommy Xueluo closer to himself step by step, the little guy still had little fear.
"He won't make it up to you! If he really wants to make up ... the righteous father will make up!"
The righteous father stared intently at his biological son who approached him step by step.
That feeling seems to be close at hand, and far away. Hetun wanted to touch and hug, but he could only stop at the same place, and the young boy was deeply in his eyes, so he kept watching his own child!
He Hetun's child! He Hetun and his beloved woman Su He's child!
They are all in their thirties ... they have the handsome king style, strong physique, and the outstanding and outstanding Shencheng wealthy wealthy.
From the resentment that had been blinded by hatred to the stunned stare of He Cu, Hetun felt like he had experienced an unreal nightmare. Fortunately, this nightmare can wake up in time!
Feng Xinglang's gaze toward Hetun was still full of radon. Just under this strong violent atmosphere, there seems to be more complicated emotions hidden. Can't see clearly and can't figure it out.
"Nono, come here!"
Feng Xinglang lowered his voice. Deep, from deep in the throat.
At this moment, the little guy, like a child who did wrong, looked up instinctively at Yifu Hetun. Seems to be asking.
Hetun dismounted and carried the little boy down.
"Where is your dad calling you, go now!"
At this moment, Hetun was not sharp; instead, he chose to obey his own son's intention and let his own grandson go back to his son. Did not force his grandson, nor did he confront his son Feng Xinglang.
"Good-bye father."
The little guy knew that today's happy horseback riding trip was about to end, he waved his hand toward Hetun, and then trot all the way to his dear Feng Xinglang and ran over.
Feng Xinglang is his own dad. Even the angry **** will recognize him.
What's more, Bastard Feng Xinglang's hand still dragged Mummy Lin Xueluo.
He won't let his own mommy bear the anger of the **** father alone!
The little guy always loves his dear mommy so flexibly. Nor did Xue Luo risk his life again and again to protect him in the stomach, and he went through hardships to give birth to the small things.
The little boy took the initiative to hold the big hand of his father Feng Xinglang.
"Feng Xinglang, don't you want to kill my dear mommy, okay? It was your dear son who clamored to come here to ride a horse. It has nothing to do with my dear mommy!"
The son's words made Xue Luo's heart twitch a little.
Feng Xinglang looked down at his child, but did not say anything reproachful. A stoop, he lifted the little guy off the ground.
"Hetun, as long as I have Fengxinglang a breath, I will give it back to you for every atrocity you commit to me! In this life, you will die, or I will die! You and I will not wear it together!"
Every sentence, every word, is like a sharp sword, pointing directly at the heart of Hetun.
Especially the sentence, 'You die, I die'! Is it true that their father and son don't share the same weather?
Perhaps it was not until this moment that Hetun realized: how wicked he had been!
Maybe in this life, you cannot get the forgiveness of your own son!
Hetun looked at his own son who was fiercely hissing quietly, and slowly fainted a bleak smile.
"Okay, I'm waiting for you!"
A faint, slightly husky response. Without the toothy lion, the proud aura cannot be ignored.
At this moment, Xue Luo seemed to be able to understand the sharp helplessness and desolation deep inside Hetun.
In the end, Hetun chose not to hurt his children more deeply!
In the previous second, Xue Luo was also worried that He Tun would recklessly confess to Feng Xinglang that he was his dad ... But in the next second, Xue Luo began to sympathize with He Tun.
"Xinglang, let's go. I'm not feeling well ... I want to go back!"
The only thing that Xue Luo can do now is to call this suffocated man away from him and prevent him from facing directly with Hetun. She was really worried that Feng Xinglang would hurt Hetun if she was out of control.
Presumably the current Hetun, there should not be any bad behavior that destroys his own son!
Xue Luo embraced Feng Xinglang's arm and gently prevented Feng Xinglang from continuing to move forward.
"Feng Xinglang's father, Mummy is uncomfortable, let's go home!"
The little guy called Feng Xinglang so clearly for the first time, "Daddy". Although he took his name, he was more beautiful than the **** father.
The little guy is smart. He also didn't want to see his **** dad fight with his elder father Hetun. Apparently his **** dad would suffer.
Feng Xinglang sharply glanced at Hetun, holding his son in one hand and walking towards the exit of the racecourse with his woman in one hand.
Watching Feng Xinglang leave with the woman and child without looking back, He Tun stood still for a long time, motionless.
Like a petrified sculpture!
"Yifu, are you okay?" Xing Shiren leaned over and asked gently.
Hetun didn't speak, but just waved his hand slowly, signalling that he was fine.
But when I walked a long time later, I didn't know if it was because of the qi and blood that was not smooth, and the pace was taken aback, and Xing Shiren on the side held him up to stabilize his body.
"As long as the boy Alan can relieve his hate ... I recognize everything!" He Tun sighed slightly.
"Father, this matter can't be anxious. I believe that your father and son will always have the day to let go."
Xing Twelve will not comfort people. But he was really eager for such a decadent self-blame.
A man like Hetun, sweating and bleeding is nothing, if tears ...
How desolate it will be!
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Feng Xinglang's long legs walked steadily, and Xue Luo could only trot along to keep pace with Feng Xinglang.
"Daddy, go slowly. My dear mommy can't keep up with you."
The little guy is obviously selling Moe. No matter how angry his own **** dad is at this moment, the little one who wants to maintain his own mum's position will not change.
Big deal beaten PP myself! Also protect your own mum!
With his son's reminder, Feng Xinglang's pace slowed down a bit.
Xue Luo gratefully looked at his son Lin Nuo, holding a smiling face lightly, trying to comfort his son.
Xue Luo was dragged away by Feng Xinglang, and then he was stuffed into the car ...
She was very cooperative and quite docile.