Novel Full Chapter 527
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Chapter 527: An illusion of being loved!
Actually, Xueluo had planned to look for Yuan Duoduo.
For a strong girl, if something like that happened, she would definitely need her as a confidante to be by her side.
But when Xueluo called, he found that Yuan Duoduo had already turned off.
called during the day. The voice that answered the phone was not loud, but one could still hear that he was feeling down.
It was Xueluo who had suggested for her to look for Feng Xinglang first.
Bai Mo was the Crown Prince of the Night Villa; the Bai Family held an illustrious position in the Shen City. Yuan Duoduo wanted to bring Bai Mo down and send him to jail, this move was indeed risky.
What's more, Yuan Duoduo was the type of woman who would rather die than lose face. Perhaps what awaited her after calling the police was an unimaginable mistake.
That was why Xueluo told her to find Feng Xinglang! He needed Feng Xinglang's help to deal with Bai Mo. Firstly, it could cushion Yuan Duoduo's emotions. Secondly, with Yuan Duoduo's relationship with him, he would definitely coerce Bai Mo to give him a satisfactory explanation.
After a long while, Xueluo sighed.
"What's wrong with kissing Mommy? Do you want to go home? "
Linnuo entered her mother's embrace and nudged her chest in an attempt to find a more comfortable sleeping posture.
"Nuonuo missed home?"
Xueluo's heart was sore. She could not bring herself to say to her son: This is your home, in fact.
"Yes." Nuonuo misses her father. "
After a slight pause, the little guy pursed his lips, "Mommy, do you think my foster father doesn't love Nuonuo?"
"How could that be … Your foster father loves you the most. " Xueluo sighed lightly.
"But... But I'm not the foster father's son after all … Maybe if my foster father had Little Sixteen, and Little Seventeen, he wouldn't love this little Fifteen. "
The little fellow's worry wasn't without reason. The reason the Hetun favored him was because he was young; if the Hetun accepted another one who was younger than him, then wouldn't the Hetun's favoritism drift along with the flow?
"Nuonuo has Mommy's love! Mommy will forever love Nuonuo. " Xueluo comforted his son's little sadness.
"Mommy, it looks like Feng Xinglang that bastard's father … He seems to like me quite a lot! But I won't like him! "
The little guy's words were complicated. There was a little melancholy, but also a little arrogance and dainty.
Xueluo was slightly gratified for a bit, "Actually, your father might … Once. Sorry your mommy, but he never let you down! So don't keep calling him a bastard. If you don't want to call him father, you can, but calling him 'bastard' would be too disobedient! After all, he is your biological father! "
The act of being kind-hearted allowed Xueluo to speak up for his son, Linnuo.
"I know, Mommy."
The little guy pecked Mommy on the forehead, "Aha... Good night, Mommy! Nuonuo is tired, and is about to go to sleep … "
"Good girl, go to sleep!"
Before going to bed, the little guy had already tightly locked the door and windows, and checked them over and over again.
Actually, Xueluo wanted to say to his grown-up son: These locks, to your bastard father, are simply unguarded.
In a few minutes, the little guy fell asleep in Xueluo's embrace.
After thinking about it for over an hour, Xueluo could no longer hold it in. Was he trying to prevent Feng Xinglang from harming him? Or waiting for him to invade?
He was about to go crazy.
After ten or so minutes, Xueluo closed his heavy eyes and finally fell into a deep sleep.
In the study.
Feng Lixin stared at Feng Xinglang intently.
"Xinglang, Youyou is about to lose everything … Can you not expose her last fantasy? Even if big brother begs of you. "
Feng Xinglang glanced sideways at Feng Lixin, and remained silent.
"I have already told Xueluo about your background before. Xueluo should not misunderstand your relationship with Youyou anymore. "
"So, you want me to carry the blame all the way to the end?" Feng Xinglang asked lightly.
"... Yes! At least for the time being. " Feng Lixin spoke out after a long while.
"Feng Lixin, are you terrified? He didn't even have the guts to admit to his own daughter? So what if he admitted it? Could it be that she, Lan Youyou can still bite you? "
Feng Lixin let out a long sigh, "I'm not afraid of Lan Youyou biting … I'm afraid I'm going to lose all my fatherly love, or motherly love. "
"The truth will be revealed sooner or later! "Longer pain is better than shorter pain!"
"Even so! But I still think... "
"What do you think!?" After all that has been said and done, you still commit the crime! "
"If you don't dare to be cowardly, go and tell Youyou about it in front of everyone!" Feng Lixin was a little scared after being scolded.
"I'll go, I'll go! "Just you wait!" Feng Xinglang stood up.
"Enough... Let me admit defeat! Second Young Master Feng, you should be satisfied to see your big brother being so cowardly, right? "
"... Unsatisfied! You can be a little more timid! "
"Alright then!" I'll kneel down for you, brat! "
"... Feng Lixin, you are f * * king crazy! "
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Xueluo had a very strange dream.
He actually dreamed of Feng Xinglang.
He felt as if his back was pressed into a warm embrace, full of energy.
A large hand slowly ascended along her somewhat lonely curves and covered her slender and soft body.
Beautiful flowers bloomed between his fingers, squeezed out of all sorts of patterns.
His palm was filled to the brim, and Feng Xinglang, who was behind him, let out a low growl that was like a lion's cry.
It was as if he wanted to tell the sleeping little sheep: What is the purpose of this wolf! Furthermore, he was preparing to eat her alive.
Such a hug was very comfortable.
It would cause Xueluo to have an illusion: an illusion of being cherished!
Xueluo longed for this kind of embrace, one that could protect her and her child from the wind and rain.
Save her from shock, from suffering, from wandering around, from having nothing to rely on.
Gently, he leaned over, opened his palm and gently grabbed her neck which was lying on the side. Gently, he opened his thin lips;
This dream was too real!
It was so real that Xueluo thought it was real.
Had the man kissed her?
Or did he kiss this man?
Xueluo did not know and did not want to know. She just wanted this dream not to wake up.
He could feel that the woman's love for his lips had become extremely tender. As if he had received proof, he deepened the kiss, gently pried open her lips, and then put his own strong and firm tongue into her mouth. He made her feel like she was there, breathing in her own smell, mixing and blending with each other's breath …
But it did not last long before he kissed her.