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Chapter 599: Treatment of 'hate'

"You want me to sleep with Eighth Brother? Why? Ol 'Eight's feet were stinking to death … And you even grind your teeth and talk in your sleep! "

The boss was unhappy.

Amongst the foster son s, Linnuo liked to sleep with them the most. There will always be different surprises and joys.

"If you want to help Mommy, don't you want to?"

Xueluo did not explain to her son: The reason she wanted this little fellow to pester Xing Ba to sleep was because she knew that the Hetun would definitely not allow someone to beat Feng Xinglang up in front of Little Fifteen! That would only breed the little guy's hatred towards the Hetun.

"Definitely be willing!"

The little guy reluctantly dragged out his last few words.

Linnuo's little friend's dinner was eaten in foster father Hetun's room. It was possible that the wound on Hetun's leg had ruptured a second time, and thus, he was not willing to disappoint the little fellow during the day, so he clenched his teeth and persevered on.

"Foster father, let me help pinch your arm."

imitating the Thai technician, the little guy pinched the Hetun's other arm. The meaty little hands rubbed around Hetun's arm comfortably.

Hetun squinted his eyes in gratitude, "Fifteen, do you hate your father Feng Xinglang?"

The little fellow paused for a moment, pursed its lips, then replied Hetun: "Hate!"

"Heh heh... You stubborn kid, you're not saying the same thing, right? If you hate him so much, why don't you go down to the basement and destroy him with a bolt? "

Hetun cuddled Little Fifteen in his arms, and used his bearded chin to rub the little fellow's head.

"Isn't it good to lock him in the basement? Why did you have to kill him! "

The little guy did not quite agree with the way the Hetun handled this' hatred '.

"Hm!" Makes sense! As long as my family's fifteen years like him, we'll lock him up like this! "

It was not only to curry favor with the always favoured Little Fifteen, it seemed that Hetun did not wish for Feng Xinglang to die too quickly either!

It had to be said that Feng Xinglang was indeed a rare opponent:

He was young, intelligent, and vigilant. He would play a different game compared to the Hetun!

The most important thing was: Hetun wanted to bring Feng Xinglang in front of that woman … She wanted to let that woman see, how the evil fruits of her Flourishing Yang Flower would be fed back to her son with even greater intensity! … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … …

The woman that Hetun was talking about was just a wax statue in his secret room.

Hetun closed his eyes tightly, as if he was truly a little tired!

After taking care of Hetun, the little guy immediately ran back to Mommy Xueluo's room.

As expected, Xueluo had been waiting for his son Linnuo to come back.

"Mommy, your foster father has already fallen asleep … Can I get Ol 'Eight to go down to the basement and see Feng Xinglang now? "

From his son Linnuo's eyes of anticipation, Xueluo saw something that could not be severed between his son and Feng Xinglang.

During the entire day, besides worrying about Feng Xinglang's injuries and his hunger, Xueluo also thought about a lot of things.

Feng Xinglang was not his enemy to his son Linnuo!

She had personally witnessed the two times he had 'abandoned' her and his son.

Xueluo believed that if the first time didn't include Feng Lixin, and the second time didn't involve Feng Tuantuan, he wouldn't have abandoned them.

Especially towards her son Nuonuo, she could feel how much he loved her son.

It would only help Feng Xinglang cut it into two, but it would not stop Xueluo from being concerned about that man.

Xueluo took off his son's pajamas and changed into a dark sweater with a pocket on it. He placed the chocolate bean into the little guy's pocket and closed the zipper until it was full up.

"Mommy, didn't you tell your own son not to eat more chocolate beans? It will decay! "

The little guy did not know what his mother, Mimi Xueluo, was playing at.

Or did Mommy find out about him stealing the chocolate bean?

Therefore, the little guy answered very obediently and sensibly!

"This is not for you to eat! You can use this chocolate bean to throw your dad Feng Xinglang! Don't let your eighth brother find out, okay? "

With his son Linnuo's IQ, Xueluo did not need to explain much.

The little fellow hurriedly nodded its head. He had been thinking at dinner: Has the bastard had dinner with his father yet?

There shouldn't be!

"Oh right, Nuonuo, remember to ask your father to read this fairy tale book to you. He can't leave until he's finished with you. Do you know? "

Before he left, Xueluo picked up a children's story book and stuffed it into his son's arms.

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Xing Ba predicted that the little fellow would pester him and ask him to bring him to the basement to see his father, Feng Xinglang.

So Xing Ba waited by the door.

Xing Ba's long and narrow eyes narrowed when he saw the little fellow carrying a children's story book in his arms.

"What? Are you going to spend the night in the basement with your father?"

Xing Ba asked, and added, as if sighing, "Your father has already abandoned her twice, and is still so filial? What a good son! "

Faced with Xing eighth brother's deliberate sarcasm, the little guy directly gave him a small white eye. He was too lazy to say even half a word to him!

Before the little guy reached the iron fence, he heard two loud shouts coming from inside.

"Nuonuo... Nuonuo! "

Feng Xinglang almost tumbled as he climbed up the simple board structure towards the iron fence. At that time, he didn't care about whether Xing Ba had activated the strong electric current on the metal fence or not, he just wanted to see his child.

The wall lights in the hallway were retractable. And quite dark. Adding to the fact that Feng Xinglang was still hidden in the shadows, the little guy could only hear Feng Xinglang's voice, but could not clearly see his person.

"Ol 'Eight, quickly turn on the light for me, I want to punish Feng Xinglang to read to me!"

This was Xueluo's wisdom. If he let his son read to him, Xing Ba would definitely turn on the lights. And when the light is on, the little guy will definitely see how injured Feng Xinglang is.

Also, if Hetun really wanted Feng Xinglang to die, he would have done so last night. If Feng Xinglang must die, then Lin Xueluo should definitely send his son Linnuo to meet his biological father, Feng Xinglang.

"Reading is also a punishment?"

Xing Ba did not really want to switch on the light. This was because the little fellow would see the injuries on Feng Xinglang's body after turning on the light.

"Why don't you punish me for reading to you! It's too smelly here, and will affect your mood if you listen to stories! "

"No matter how smelly this place is, it's still better than your smelly feet!" Turn on the lights! "

Unable to refuse the little thing, Xing Ba could only turn on the light in the little black room.

"Nuonuo... "Come here, come to daddy."

Feng Xinglang squinted his eyes, getting used to the light, maybe because he had been locked up for a long time, and the moment he saw his son Linnuo, he couldn't help but want to rush out.

His body hit the iron fence, and his hands stretched out, trying to touch his son's body.

However, the pair of handcuffs had restricted his movements …

The little guy did not say a word, and just stared at Feng Xinglang who was inside the iron fence.