Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me

Chapter 854

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Chapter 854 - Leaving the Shen City

Linnuo's life as a child was extremely bright!

Wherever he went, he would put him at the tempo of a lone child being spoiled by the heavens.

The little thing that went mad late last night slept soundly until it woke up naturally; then, there was still Xing Shi'er to help it wash up.

Even though it was almost ten o'clock, the breakfast was still warm. They were all the meat and fruits that little friend Linnuo liked to eat.

Everyone waited patiently. including the Hetun who had eaten a bowl of nourishing broth.

"Foster father, quickly let Fifteen take a look."

Every time the little fellow came over, it would lift up the clothes on Hetun's back to check the condition of his injuries.

"Father is much better."

This kind of filial piety was very enjoyable to Hetun.

Since the little fellow was unwilling to call him grandfather, and was afraid that he was inferior to Xing Shi'er and the others, the Hetun tacitly agreed to continue calling him godfather.

"It's really much better!"

In fact, the little guy couldn't even see anything. Hetun's back looked as robust as before.

Watching the little fellow wolf gobble down the food, Hetun's eyes were filled with a doting expression.

If it weren't for his son Xing Lang's feelings, he would have chosen to keep this little thing by his side twenty-four hours a day.

Perhaps due to the subconscious guidance, Hetun had been happy about this clever little thing since it was born and brought along that arrogant little guy with it.

Now, it seemed that blood was thicker than water, and their affection had always maintained such mutual affection.

"Oh right, fifteenth, what has your father been busy with recently?"

Hetun wanted to ask the little fellow for information on her own son, Feng Xinglang.

Actually, Hetun knew about Feng Xinglang's whereabouts to a greater or lesser degree. However, the private matters in the house were not so easily known.

"Busy earning money for his son's milk powder; busy pleasing his own woman... "You keep fighting with me for my darling and mommy's sleep. How annoying!" "… … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … …"

The little guy narrated his dissatisfaction towards his father, Feng Xinglang, with some small emotions.

"Hahahaha..." Then just let your father be the one! "

The Hetun was amused. Or perhaps, he was even more heart-wrenching than Feng Xinglang in wishing that Xueluo was pregnant with a second child. This way, Little Fifteen would be able to accompany him, her biological grandfather, more.

"Why should I? Mommy is mine! Only love me! "

Alright, this selfish petty person. It should be said that a large portion of it was due to, his biological grandfather.

"But your mother is also your father's wife! It's your responsibility to open up your father's branches and scatter his leaves. You can always come to your foster father's place. Your foster father will always pamper you when he's with your Twelfth Brother and the others. "

In the eyes of the Hetun, the only use of her daughter-in-law, Lin Xueluo, was to give birth to more children for Feng Xinglang.

Seeing the foster father Hetun always helping the bastard speak up for her father, the little fellow seemed to recall something and immediately put down the spoon and ran into the room.

Originally, he promised Xing Ba that he would take it out when Feng Xinglang came to pick him up in the afternoon, but the little guy chose to take it out now.

Because the little guy felt that: The four words on the letter were definitely scolding foster father Hetun.

The little guy took out the envelope from his school bag and slapped it on the dining table.

"Here, this is the letter that bastard Feng Xinglang wrote for you! "Don't be angry after you finish reading it!"

A letter from his own son?

The Hetun was incomparably hopeful and immediately picked up the book to examine it. She even seemed to be a little excited.

But when Hetun saw the four words on the letter, her expression immediately turned cold.

[Leave Shen City]

These four characters really hardened the heart of the Hetun.

His own son actually wanted him to leave the Shen City!

Was this the rhythm of his life where he did not want to see her again?

"Father, did that bastard Feng Xinglang scold you? He is really not filial! "

It was obvious that the little guy could not understand these four words, and no one had told him the contents of these words.

Maybe Feng Xinglang had calculated correctly, that Xing Ba and the others would not tell the little guy these four words that sounded 'cruel'.

"No... Your father is asking me how I am! "

At the same time, Hetun also chose to hide from the little fellow.

If the little fellow knew that his own scoundrel's father was going to force the foster father Hetun to leave the Shen City, who knows how he would make a ruckus with Feng Xinglang when he gets back!

The Hetun was a wise man.

He knew he had to do the job well!

Instead of hurting a five-year-old child's little heart!

Otherwise, Feng Xinglang would not so patiently write words that the little guy definitely wouldn't know.

"Then what did your bastard son write?"

The little guy was still curious.

"It looks like an 'early recovery'." Hetun made a slight sound.

"Something's wrong …" This second word doesn't sound like 'day'? "

The little fellow flipped the letter over and over, but was unable to recognize it.

Deep experience: On the importance of learning square character!

"Fifteen, come over for your foster father to hug you..."

In order to calm the sorrows in his heart, Hetun hugged the little fellow tightly in his embrace.

It was filled with reluctance.

At the entrance of Shallow Water Bay.

"Xinglang, come with me to fetch Nuonuo."

After experiencing the sadness to see Yuan Duoduo off, Xueluo seemed to care even more about the value of family love. Even though she knew that Feng Xinglang would disagree, she still voiced her suggestion.

"You want me to take a gun in? Or with a knife? "

Feng Xinglang's eyes were filled with a calm and coldness.

"Then I'll go in myself."

Xueluo did not insist. Knowing that a man needs more than just time to accept the existence of his biological father, the Hetun.

In this period of time, Feng Xinglang had tacitly agreed to his wife and children entering and leaving the Shallow Water Bay to visit him.

Maybe Xueluo did not know that behind Feng Xinglang's kindness, there was a need to force Hetun to leave the Shen City! The father and son pair would never meet again!

Xueluo got off the carriage and walked a few steps forward. Under Xing Shi'er's protection, she saw his son Linnuo running happily like a little cheetah towards his mother, along the "S" route.

"Mommy... Do you miss your own son? "

"Of course! I don't want to! "

Xueluo hugged his son, whose hands had sunk even deeper, and kissed the little fellow's sweaty cheeks again and again.

"Why are you playing so crazily?" You're tormenting your foster father again? "

"There's no more... Your foster father is already old and can't play anymore! "

Xueluo suddenly noticed the purple sandalwood bracelet on her son's wrist.

It was very familiar!

"Nuonuo, where did you get this bracelet from? You didn't steal your foster father did you? "

Xueluo's questioning voice was somewhat unpleasant to hear. Because Xueluo knew that this purple sandalwood bracelet was the life root of the Hetun, and it was always worn on her wrist in an inseparable manner.

If Xueluo guessed right, this purple sandalwood bracelet should have been given to Hetun by Feng Xinglang's mother back then.

"How could I steal it? My foster father told me to bring it back to my bastard father!" "It's dark and ugly, I don't want to wear it!"

The little fellow took off the purple sandalwood bracelet Hetun had personally put on for him, twisted it around his finger like a toy, and happily rushed towards the Porsche that was parked at the entrance of Shallow Water Bay.

"Bastard Feng Xinglang, this is a gift from my foster father!"

As soon as he climbed into the car, Lil Thing threw him the purple sandalwood bracelet.

Feng Xinglang only glanced at it calmly before throwing the purple sandalwood bracelet on the dashboard.

He didn't seem to care at all.

"Xinglang, this is your mother's treasure." Xueluo reminded his.

Feng Xinglang just pressed his head down and kissed the little thing on his leg, then asked affectionately: "Do you want to kiss dad?"

"I don't want to!" In any case, you only know how to live in two different worlds with your own woman, so you definitely won't think about me, your biological son! "

When the world of two was mentioned, Feng Xinglang's entire brow drooped down.

"But dad misses you!"

Feng Xinglang's voice was heavy, and his cheek was pressed tightly onto the little fellow's head, filled with a deep sense of love.

His childhood experiences had warped Feng Xinglang's view of his father. Perhaps, the only thing he could live in peace was to give his full father's love to his children without reservation!

Xueluo knew: That was because Hetun had given him a purple sandalwood bracelet.

"Feng Xinglang, my foster father also said that he will do as you say."

Thinking of something, the little guy raised his head, "Oh right, bastard's biological father, what exactly did you write for my foster father? After my foster father saw this, he became unhappy … "He touched this bracelet for the entire afternoon in a depressed manner."

Feng Xinglang was silent for a few seconds, as if he was deep in thought. Then, he picked up the purple sandalwood bracelet on the dashboard, and once again tied it onto his son Feng Linnuo's arm.

"Nuonuo, take this back to Hetun! Just say that I don't need it! "

The little fellow was startled for a moment, then it nodded.

Thinking about the things that foster father often wore on his hands, he should like them very much. Giving them to others didn't seem to be appropriate.

Thus, the little guy raised the purple sandalwood bracelet on his arm and ran inside the villa happily.

"Xinglang, I think it's best if I follow him in and take a look at Hetun."

Xueluo felt that Hetun would definitely feel sad when she saw the bracelet, so she wanted to follow her son inside to comfort Hetun.

"No need!"

Feng Xinglang scoffed, "It's already merciful enough to leave him his life until now!"

Xueluo knew what Feng Xinglang was thinking, but no matter what, Hetun was still his son Linnuo's biological grandfather. After living together for five years, it could be considered as providing a safe haven for them.

Xueluo shook off Feng Xinglang's hands and said, "At least without Hetun, who knows if Nuonuo and I would have been killed by him already!"

Looking at the woman's delicate back as she resolutely walked in, Feng Xinglang's eyes were deep and handsome.

His son had just said, "He will do as you say." Did this mean that the Hetun had already decided to leave the Shen City?

How rare for him to be so obedient!

"Foster father... "Foster father..."

Seeing the little guy run back, Hetun was happy to welcome him.

"My biological father said he doesn't need this … Let me return it to you! "

In order to express his consolation, the little guy obediently helped Hetun put on the purple sandalwood bracelet. "Foster father, it's better if you wear it!"