Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me

Chapter 882

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Chapter 882 - Unruly Proceeding to the End

Like an arrow that had just left the bow, he sprinted towards the direction of the Shallow Water Bay.

Last time when Hetun went to Feng Family to take a look at fifteen, he had already severely challenged Feng Xinglang's bottom line.

This time, the Hetun used it to snatch it!

Want to 'strike first to gain the upper hand'?

"Nuonuo... Nuonuo... "

Just as the sprint stopped at the entrance of the Shallow Water Bay, Feng Xinglang jumped out and shouted with obvious anger, as he ran towards the villa's entrance.

When Feng Xinglang called out the first 'Nuonuo', the vigilance of the people of Hetun, quietened down.

"It seems to be my bastard father!"

Linnuo's vigilance slowed down by half a beat. He put down his crystal hoof that he was chewing on and listened attentively.

"Feng Linnuo..."

"Ah... It really is Feng Xinglang the Bastard! "

The little guy cried out in alarm, dropped his hooves, and ran into the room.

"Foster father, that bastard Feng Xinglang must be here to capture me! I'll go hide first. You take him away! "

Watching the little fellow escape in a nervous and cheerful manner, the Hetun smirked.

He rather liked the sight of the father and son hiding away like this.

As his children and grandchildren walked around his knees, their hearts were filled with endless joy.

Alright, Hetun started to think too much about it again.

"Nuonuo... Feng Linnuo! "

Feng Xinglang rushed straight in. Ever since his glorious identity as a son of the Hetun was exposed to the world, he had either not entered at all, or charged right in.

In view of the halo he brought along and the Gold Medallion of Immunity, Xing Shi'er and the others did not stop him.

He couldn't stop it either!

The only thing they could do was to increase their defensive capabilities. Not allowing Feng Xinglang to make such an inhumane move as killing his father.

Fortunately, Feng Xinglang had always been quite "calm".

"Ah Lang is here..."

Hetun let out a gentle cry as he looked benevolently at his son Feng Xinglang, who was from the same line of sight as him.

Actually, Hetun still quite minded about this surname 'Feng'. Not only did his own son insist on having the surname 'Feng', he even added the word 'seal' on his grandson along with him.

Feng Xinglang ignored the existence of the Hetun, and glanced at the seat that should have just been vacated beside him.

The information that came out from the unfinished crystal hoof was that the little thing was still nibbling happily when it heard its dad calling out to it. It had gone into hiding!

"Nuonuo, your father came to bring you home. Be good, come out quickly."

Feng Xinglang suppressed the anger in his heart, and tried his best to sound kind.

"Fifteen was there just now … Twelve, did you see fifteen? "

Alright, Hetun's muddleheaded act really made people's teeth ache.

Xing Shi'er was making a salad for Linnuo and his friends. Hearing foster father Hetun say that, he frowned his beautiful eyebrows slightly.

"Fifteen is hiding! I don't want to go home with you, the son of a bitch! He said that it's enough for you to have a baby who loves to cry all day long. His own son is not important at all! "

Xing Shi'er, this child, was really honest.

He dared to speak the truth!

Feng Xinglang's handsome brows sank even deeper.

"Nuonuo... Come out and go back with your father! "Otherwise..."

Feng Xinglang stretched out his voice and began to play psychological tactics with his son.

"Otherwise, my father would be very unhappy! If your father is unhappy, he will vent his anger on you and Mommy … Do you want to see your real dad beat up your favorite mommy? "

His son most cherished and doted on his own mother. Using his own mother Lin Xueluo as a target to threaten him, he had been testing his limits.

Sure enough, the older the better.

A few seconds later, a small figure rushed out from the direction of Hetun's bedroom.

Xing Shi'er's eyelids instantly drooped down: This son of mine is indeed not a match for this father! With just a few words, he managed to coax the little thing out!

Where is the sense of the city? Calm down? What about being both wise and brave?

"Feng Xinglang, you are too despicable! Why do you have to hit my mommy when you have to do things all by yourself? Are you still a man? "

The little thing that had taken the bait placed its hands on its hips and screamed at its father, Feng Xinglang.

Feng Xinglang reacted quickly and immediately caught the little thing. Using one arm to hold it in the crook of his arm, he made the little thing unable to move.

"Your mommy is your treasure, and more so that of your father's! My father loves her too late, so how could he bear to hit her?! "

Feng Xinglang said as he comforted his son. At the same time, he tightly held onto the little thing and walked out of the villa.

"Feng Xinglang, are you messing with me? So annoying! "

Only now did the little fellow realize that he was once again deceived by his own father.

Feng Xinglang, who had just walked out of the villa, didn't even turn his head around, much less go warn the Hetun.

Perhaps, in Feng Xinglang's opinion, one extra word to the Hetun was unnecessary!

Until his own son left the living room with his own grandson, Hetun finally let out a long sigh.

"Ah Lang is wise. He can deal with this old one, but he can also deal with this fifteen little ones … A rare genius! "

He really didn't know if Hetun was praising Feng Xinglang's cleverness, or was boasting about his own genes!

Maybe both!

Pausing slightly, he started to think about something, Hetun's face instantly froze.

"Twelve, do you think that if I were to go back, I'll be beaten up by his father?"

"It shouldn't be! Feng Xinglang is even more pained than you are for fifteen this one and only son! "

Xing Shi'er's objective words caused Hetun to frown.

Inadvertently, his sore spot was stung again. Feng Xinglang was his only son, but how had his own father treated him?

He had indeed committed an unforgivable sin!

On the way back to Feng Family, the little guy was always depressed.

"Why aren't you talking?"

Feng Xinglang reached out a big palm and caressed the little guy's bright black short hair lovingly.

The little guy seemed to be holding back. It bit its lips but didn't say anything.

"Is it because dad doted on our little sister?"

Feng Xinglang replied gently, "When did our little man become so petty?"

"Not at all!"

The little guy grumbled, and pushed away his father's big palm.

"My biological father is the Uncle of Little Sister Yuan Wu. To her, my biological father is only a favor, but to you, my biological father is love! Because you are of the same blood as your father, and both father and son have the same blood flowing from them! "

Feng Xinglang spread open his palm, and slowly, he began to grip his son's small hand tighter and tighter.

It was as if he was letting his son feel the love his father had for him!

Little by little, little by little!

The little guy held onto his father's hand and pursed his lips a few times.

"I forgive you!"

"Un, that's great! My Nuonuo has indeed grown up, and is now a big child! "

Feng Xinglang was very pleased.

"However, for you to use such a willful method to attract the attention of your father, resisting your father's displeasure is not advisable! Do you understand? "

After he finished speaking, Feng Xinglang began educating his son.

The little guy was silent once again.

"But dad forgives you! If you have any dissatisfaction with your father next time, you can bring it up to your face, okay? "

"Got it …" Feng Xinglang, you're so annoying! "

The little fellow grunted, as if it had realized its own willfulness.

Feng Family.

Eating was slow, and from time to time, he would let out a sob.

Xueluo patiently fed the crying little thing.

Looking at the little thing's pretty face, Xueluo couldn't help but think of Lan Youyou.

"Do you really think you have Feng Xinglang? Even if you did obtain it, you would only be able to obtain his body! "That's all!"

"Feng Xinglang risked his life time and time again to get my life back. Ah Lang wouldn't bear for you to kill me. You can only secretly sow discord in front of my foster father. '

Xueluo suddenly felt as if his heart was being pierced by needles again.

Aren't I too unconfident?

Was it really that sad to be provoked with just a few words from Lan Youyou?

Xueluo could feel that her husband, Feng Xinglang, loved her!

But when her husband loved her, would she still be unable to forget Lan Youyou?

Because every word Lan Youyou said, was completely true!

Some of them were even real enough to once appear in front of Lin Xueluo.

In fact, a war between women could be said to be simple.

The reason why Lan Youyou was so arrogant, was because she felt that Feng Xinglang still loved her!

If she could clearly see that Feng Xinglang had abandoned the past and only loved her, Lin Xueluo guessed that she would not be so arrogant!

This was exactly what Xueluo wanted!

Aunt, I'm so full... I can't eat anymore. "

The cute girl smacked her lips and pushed the bowl to the side.

"Have another bite of broccoli!" "Nutritious and healthy, and can even make a ball more beautiful!"

Xueluo used his fork to feed it.

The cute girl shook her head. "But I don't like broccoli."

It seemed like even the children did not like the green broccoli, their son Linnuo was the same, and so was the others.

"Do you want to be prettier and cuter?"

"Yes."

"Then let's have another bite."

Xueluo fed it again. The cute girl reluctantly opened her mouth and took a small bite.

Linnuo's little friend who was carried inside by his father, Feng Xinglang, saw that his own mother was actually so nice to the slug.

"Uncle... Uncle... "

When the Uncle, Feng Xinglang and the others finally came back, the cute girl immediately ran over happily.

"I want Uncle to hug the ball too …"

The cute girl used her small hands to hold onto Feng Xinglang's clothes, and jumped up on her tiptoes.

But Feng Xinglang already had his son Linnuo in his arms.

The little guy purposely spread his legs wide, wrapping himself around the majority of his father's, Feng Xinglang's, waist, and hugging his father's neck tighter.

He purposely left no room for his father to carry Feng Tuantuan.

He was starting to fight for a favor again!

But this time, his son Linnuo was doing it on purpose.

"Nuonuo, you are the big brother, come down. Let Daddy hug Little Sisters. " Xueluo said indifferently.

"No!" Feng Xinglang is my biological father, and can only hug my only son! "

The little guy was very good at deduction. What was meant to be willful?!