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Chapter 593: Are you trying to play a trick?

Hetun wished that Feng Xinglang and Little Fifteen, this father and son pair could do it in front of them.

It would be best if they met face to face in battle!

A younger brother and sister who died before they were even born? The little guy raised his head and stared at foster father Hetun in a daze, completely confused.

"Your mother is once again pregnant with one of Feng Xinglang's children. It's just a pity that when your father threw away his wife and son, he was probably frightened and cruelly lost! It's very pitiful! "

Hetun's half-conjecture words were only to increase the hatred between Little Fifteen and his father.

Such behavior was truly despicable.

However, in order to be able to compete with Feng Xinglang, his biological father, Hetun was really going all out.

He even used this type of interferometer that couldn't be put on the table. And he was only five years old. Hetun had really put in a lot of effort.

The little guy bit his own mouth. She remembered that Feng Xinglang had told her that her mother's health was not good and that she needed to rest.

When Feng Xinglang came in, he saw his own biological son nestled in the Hetun's embrace, and the two of them were intimately conversing about something.

"Let's not talk about sorrows. Eat another piece of meat! You have to be strong in order to avenge your mother and your siblings. "

Hetun did not look straight at Feng Xinglang, and ignored his existence in a contemptuous manner.

However, with a good temper and patience, he personally fed a piece of Eastern Slope meat to foster son Xiao Wu. The little guy smacked his lips and ate happily.

It was fine that his own son accepted him as a father, but he actually showed him, his own father, the image of his own son?

Xing Shi'er really wanted to ask for an area of shadow in his heart at this moment!

Feng Xinglang was alone. Other than the clothes he was wearing, he did not bring a single piece of luggage.

To become a prisoner, one must have the attitude of a prisoner.

At the very least, he had to be sincere.

"Hetun, can you return my wife and children back to me?"

Feng Xinglang who was being ignored, did not reveal an angry side of his body, but calmly opened his mouth and expressed that he existed.

"What?" What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly. Why don't you say it again? "

Hetun scoffed, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"I have come to beg of you: return my wife and children to me."

Feng Xinglang stared deeply at his son Nuonuo who was being embraced by the Hetun, and let out a light sigh.

"Hetun, no matter how much you try to sever the relationship between us father and son, it can't change the blood kinship between my son and I that is thicker than water! Nuonuo is still young now, so he might be bewitched by you. But one day, he will understand me, this father! "

Feng Xinglang knew that his child was still young and might not be able to differentiate between right and wrong, but he believed that his child would definitely accept him as her biological father for one last time.

Hetun's eyes turned cold, "What, you came here to play games with me?"

"No …" I'm here to be your prisoner! "

Feng Xinglang laughed indifferently. His words were rather calm.

"Be my prisoner?"

Hetun raised her eyebrows, "Tell me, how do you want to be my prisoner?"

It was as if he had become slightly interested in Feng Xinglang's topic.

"No matter what you do to me … I just want to be closer to my wife and kids. Even if I do not see above, at the very least, I can feel the existence of mother and son, very close to me! "

Feng Xinglang's words were extremely provocative. Of course it was not for Hetun to hear. The purpose of his trip this time was precisely to let Lin Xueluo and her son feel his need for them.

A strong need!

"Ha!" Hetun sneered, "What, are you trying to play a trick?"

Hetun's words hit the nail on the head.

How could he not see the goal of Feng Xinglang's low attitude!

He actually wanted to use such a despicable method to take away's Little Fifteen? How despicable!

"I hope that Mr. Hetun can help me, Feng Xinglang, gain the favor of my son!"

Feng Xinglang lowered his voice and received the ridicule from the Hetun.

"You want to be my prisoner? "Alright..."

Hetun snorted coldly. They had come to their doorsteps to plead for's abuse and to beg for a slap in the face, how could the Hetun not grant his wish?

"No, no!"

Xueluo who was in the kitchen could not listen any longer, but he rushed out.

"Mr. Xing, there must be a conspiracy behind Feng Xinglang's actions. You might as well throw him out. "

Xueluo didn't know why Feng Xinglang wanted to become a prisoner under the Hetun, but she really couldn't bear to see her child living under the same roof as his father, disobedient to Feng Xinglang, or watching Feng Xinglang getting bullied by the Hetun.

"What, with your Hetun's IQ, are you afraid that I'll take care of you myself?"

Feng Xinglang agitated for Hetun to be able to 'take him in' as a prisoner.

"That's reasonable! Then I will reluctantly accept you as my prisoner! "

It was not that the Hetun had suffered under Feng Xinglang's provocation, but from the perspective of the arrogant and arrogant Hetun: Even if I treat Feng Xinglang as my prisoner, so what if I, Feng Xinglang, am able to do against him?

"Mr. Hetun is bold!"

Feng Xinglang took the opportunity to praise Hetun.

However, his gaze was fixated deeply on Lin Xueluo's body. He looked straight into her eyes, and used his burning gaze.

He wanted to let the woman feel that he had done all of this for her and her son!

That gaze seemed to want to tell Lin Xueluo: If I leave this mother and son pair, he will have nothing to live for!

Xueluo did not dare to look straight into Feng Xinglang's eyes, as he felt that this gaze was extremely terrifying.

What did this man want to do?

Was he really stupid enough to be a prisoner in the Hetun? Was it just another conspiracy of this man trying to destroy the Hetun?

"Ol'eighth, take Feng Xinglang to a place where he should stay as a prisoner!"

Hetun said coldly.

He really didn't believe that Feng Xinglang would dare to cause such a ruckus all by himself on his Hetun's territory!

If they really locked him up, what could they do?

Would they bite him?

Ka da, Xing Shi'er stuck a pair of shining handcuffs on Feng Xinglang's wrist.

Feng Xinglang did not resist, and accepted the fate.

And his gaze, was either staring at Lin Xueluo, or warmly looking at his son Linnuo.

"It was only after I lost them that I understood. Without you two, mother, and son, I, Feng Xinglang, would not have been able to live anymore!"

Whether it was stirring things up or putting on a show, when these hoarse and low voices came out of Feng Xinglang's mouth, it was filled with the effect of stimulating tears.

Xueluo didn't know if this was a trick the man was playing, but to be able to hear it from the man's mouth, whether it was real or fake, was enough to move her a few times.

Xueluo clenched his teeth as he watched Feng Xinglang being led towards the black room in the basement.

It was all too sudden...

Suddenly, to the point where Linnuo was only five years old, he could not react at all.