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Chapter 600: Father and son love each other deeply

His child was within reach, but untouchable.

As for Feng Xinglang, who was a father, he could not be more sad.

"Nuonuo... Come to Daddy. Let this scoundrel's father have a good look at you... "

Feng Xinglang changed the way his son called him, wanting to curry favor with this little fellow who was unwilling to take a step forward. However, the little guy still remained silent on the spot. No matter how Feng Xinglang stretched his arm, he was unable to reach it.

The little guy did not take a step forward, nor did he retreat. He only stood in place silently, and stared fixedly at his father, Feng Xinglang, who was in a slightly sorry state.

The little guy saw the spilled rice porridge on the ground outside the iron fence and the scattered bacon rolls.

It seemed to understand Mommy Xueluo's true purpose of putting the chocolate bean in her pocket.

"Feng Xinglang, why did you foolishly come here to be my foster father's prisoner?"

The little guy was silent for a minute or two before he suddenly asked.

Feng Xinglang's hand that was always held up slowly drooped down, pushing his face out of the iron fence.

"Because my wife and children are here! I just want to get closer to you and your mother. "Closer!"

Feng Xinglang used something that his son Linnuo could understand. His original intention was not to incite emotions, but to incite emotions.

"Are you repenting about having abandoned your wife twice?"

Every time his son said the word "wife and abandoned son," Feng Xinglang's heart would feel stabbing pain.

"Nuonuo, Daddy doesn't want to find any excuse to refute his actions."

"However, in this world, there will always be some people who are forced to do this."

"Just like how I wanted to save your uncle, at the same time, I also wanted to save your mother. I wanted to catch you, and at the same time, I also wanted to catch your sister Feng Tuantuan … But I can't do it! So all I can do is save your uncle and then die together with your mother.

"I've indeed been ashamed of you and your mommy. I've always wanted to make up for it …"

"But I lack a chance!"

"Only you and your mommy can give me that chance."

Feng Xinglang wasn't sure how much his 5-year-old son could understand, but he still expressed what he was thinking in his heart.

It sounds more like the words of a dying man.

Linnuo listened to his father's' excuse ', and then fell silent again.

"It's not early anymore, hurry up and go back to your mommy's embrace and go to sleep."

Xing Ba did not wish for Feng Xinglang and Xiao Fifteen to continue their relationship.

Because Feng Xinglang and foster father Hetun were already at the point where they were incompatible.

Whether it was Feng Xinglang taking the initiative or being forced, it was only a matter of time before Feng Xinglang and Little Fifteen's father and son would fight each other!

"I'm going to sleep with you tonight! Please go wash your stinky feet! If you stink at me, I will definitely let my foster father cut off your stinky feet! "

This little guy's words made Xing Ba feel extremely flattered.

One had to know that the little fellow had always been pampered, and would rarely give others a chance to curry favor with him.

"What about sleeping with me … Forget it. Your delicate body is too precious for me to accept! "

At this moment, Xing Ba was like a cold concubine in a deep palace. It was really fortunate that she was suddenly called out to be pampered and was a little difficult to adapt to.

"You're thinking too much!" I want you to sleep with me! "I'll sleep, you sleep on the floor."

The little guy gave Xing Ba a cold glare, "Go and prepare yourself, I'll go to your room later."

Xing Ba retreated. But he did not go far. He really wanted to hear what exactly Little Fifteen and Feng Xinglang were talking about.

"Nuonuo, come over here quickly."

After Xing Ba left, Feng Xinglang immediately called out to his son Linnuo.

But the little guy only brought the fairy tale in his hands to a place that Feng Xinglang could only touch. However, he did not come forward.

"Read it to me!"

Feng Xinglang was startled. He thought to himself, who was very active, that Lin Xueluo might have hidden some kind of note in the book.

However, the fairy tale books were only fairy tale books and did not produce any note just because Feng Xinglang's brain had opened wide.

"Won't you read it to me?"

"No, I do."

"In the dead of winter, snowflakes as big as goose feathers danced in the sky. There was a queen sitting by a window in the palace, sewing for her daughter."

As Feng Xinglang read the aloud, the little fellow stared at Feng Xinglang quietly.

It seemed to be a little different from the fatherly companionship he had expected!

His father in his heart should be a peerless hero who could protect him and Mommy … Not like this, bedraggled like a prisoner.

But, to Linnuo, even if he was only his father, he was also someone he greatly desired.

"Soon after, the king's father married another wife. The queen is very beautiful, but she is proud and jealous.

"Why did the king's father marry another wife? Does he not love his old wife and children? "

The little guy interrupted Feng Xinglang's reading and asked stubbornly.

Feng Xinglang was startled, as if he did not expect his son to ask that.

Explaining to his son that there are four wives in a fairy tale? Or tell your son that this is just a fictional story?

"It shouldn't be! If I were that king, I would never marry again! They will only think that you and your mommy are my wife and children! "

Feng Xinglang looked straight at his son's childish face, and replied gently.

The father and son looked at each other. It was a feeling that only people of the same lineage could understand.

After a long while, Linnuo turned around to take a glance, and then slowly walked two steps forward; close to the point where Feng Xinglang could touch him.

"Nuonuo... "Daddy's good boy."

Feng Xinglang finally embraced his own child, and a sour taste appeared in his nose.

Vaguely, Feng Xinglang could feel his son Linnuo stuffing things into his pockets; again and again, several times in a row.

Taking advantage of the moment when her father Feng Xinglang hugged her, the little fellow stuffed the chocolate beans in its own pocket into Feng Xinglang's pocket.

Feng Xinglang was about to go into his own pocket, but instead, he made a booing gesture.

He held his father Feng Xinglang's right hand and the back of his hand was covered in blood; the center of his palm was even more scorched.

"It's fine, it doesn't hurt."

Feng Xinglang comforted his silent and sad son first.

Bright liquid accumulated in the little guy's eyes, but did not roll down.

"Feng Xinglang, you're going too far … I can't stand it any longer! Stay here, I'm leaving! "

The little guy turned and left without looking back.

"Nuonuo... Nuonuo! "

Feng Xinglang called out twice, until the heavy door to the tunnel was heard.

Subconsciously, Feng Xinglang reached into his own pocket and pulled out a few round things.

It was actually a chocolate bean!