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One second to remember [Brushstroke Pavilion] [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]

Chapter 790: This chapter really makes one worry!

The unfamiliar environment caused Feng Xinglang to slightly frown.

Ye Zichen turned his head and glanced at the light coming through the curtain. Did he fall asleep? How long had he slept?

Nuonuo? Xueluo... His child, his woman!

Feng Xinglang crawled up from the warm ground and stepped on it with one foot. He still felt weak and weak, and only after staggering a little was he able to stabilize his body.

"Nuonuo... Nuonuo... "

Feng Xinglang called out to his son Linnuo as he stumbled towards the door.

In the hall, Xing Shi'er sat quietly beside foster father Hetun.

The martial arts tea set was arranged in a row in front of Hetun. It seemed to be cultivating, and also seemed to be waiting for Feng Xinglang to wake up.

Seeing Feng Xinglang rushing into the hall, Xing Shi'er immediately leaped up and stood guard in front of foster father Hetun.

"Where's Nuonuo?"

Feng Xinglang asked in a low voice.

"Nuonuo is sleeping in Old Eighth's room." Hetun stood up and answered Feng Xinglang.

"Where is it?"

Feng Xinglang asked again. From beginning to end, he did not look straight at the Hetun. He was too lazy to say another word to him!

"Second downstairs right turn, the entrance to the underground garage."

Seeing Feng Xinglang's cold and impolite face, Xing Shi'er took over the conversation. If he did not answer, the foster father Hetun would have answered as well.

When Feng Xinglang rushed in, Xing Ba had just gotten up. As the little guy was curled up around his neck, he slept with it for a while.

"Nuonuo..."

Feng Xinglang lowered his voice and called out.

Because of last night's ruckus, the little guy was sleeping soundly, one short leg resting on the quilt like a large koala.

Feng Xinglang did not wake the little guy up, but carefully took him from the slumber into his embrace.

"Let him sleep! It will be more comfortable! "

Xing Ba had slept with the little thing for a whole night with great difficulty.

Feng Xinglang ignored Xing Ba and turned to leave with his son Linnuo.

Passing through the corridor, then passing through the living room, Feng Xinglang did not linger at all. Under the gaze of Hetun and the others, he leisurely carried the little fellow away!

The reason why Feng Xinglang did not stop him was not only because he was the Hetun's own child;

The Hetun could not get close to his own son; he had to let his own grandson get close to his own father.

The super run started, roaring back towards the Qibei Mountain City.

The father and son duo returned in the morning light.

"Mr Feng, have you found a wife yet?" "Give the young master to me."

Aunt Song came over, wanting to take Linnuo's sleeping little friend from his arms.

"No need, I'll do it myself."

Feng Xinglang affectionately kissed again and again on the little guy's little face that was blushing red from sleep, until the little guy finally opened his sleepy eyes.

He raised his head from his father's shoulders and looked around at the people who were chasing after his mother.

"Feng Xinglang, why are we back? Where's my mother? "

"She'll come back herself!"

Feng Xinglang used his palm to block the dazzling sunlight for his son.

"I don't want it! You haven't even found Mommy, why did you come back?! I'm going to find my mommy! "

The little guy was willful and stubborn.

Feng Xinglang endured his anger and repeated himself: "I already said, your mother will come back herself!"

But when he saw the hurt in his son's eyes, Feng Xinglang's heart hurt.

"Nuonuo, your mother left herself … When she gets better, she'll come back by herself! "

"You don't even have the heart to look for him..."

The little fellow stared at Feng Xinglang resentfully.

"I also want to do my best to get your mommy back! Lin Xueluo is not only your mother, but also my, Feng Xinglang's, woman! If you love her, I care about her too! "

Pausing, Feng Xinglang exhaled lightly, "But your mother has a temper that makes you want to run away from home, I can't take that! After she thought it through, she would naturally come back! We'll wait for her at home! "

"But Mommy is a girl outside. It's very dangerous!" The little guy still didn't trust his mother.

"Old Xing Eight will help your mother hide them in a safe place!"

To be honest, Feng Xinglang's mood was a bit low. When you point a gun at Hetun's head, there would be a type of force that would harm each other.

Hetun didn't feel comfortable, so Feng Xinglang didn't feel too good in his heart.

"Feng Xinglang, let's go to Shallow Water Bay and find Eighth Brother and ask him where Mommy is! If Ol'eighth is still not willing to speak, we can just beat him up! "

The little guy was still unwilling to give up just like that. He could only sit at home and wait patiently.

Looking at his son's small eyes that was filled with longing for a mother's love, Feng Xinglang couldn't help but feel his heart ache.

He lowered his head and sniffed his son a few times, "It stinks... Your father will wash it for you! Wait until the incense is washed, then go find Mommy! Otherwise, even if I find your mommy, I will be blown away by your stench! "

"My mother would never despise me! Mommy loves her son the most! "

The little guy was not coaxed by his father, Feng Xinglang's plan to slow down his fighting; however, he was still reluctantly carried away by Feng Xinglang into the washroom to wash for nothing.

Xueluo originally wanted to hide it for ten days to half a month, but after just one night, he couldn't help but miss his son.

On top of that, he called Xing Ba, saying that the father and son duo had caused a ruckus in the Shallow Water Bay, and even pointed their guns at the head of the Hetun, causing Xueluo to be even more worried.

Besides, he was competing with this man, why would he let his child suffer!

"Madam, you're back?"

When he saw Xueluo appearing at the entrance of the hall, the servant immediately went to welcome him.

"Aunt Song, where's Nuonuo?"

Seeing his son Linnuo, Xueluo asked anxiously.

"Mr Feng is bathing the young master in the washroom!"

That man was personally bathing his son? Xueluo's heart warmed, and felt guilty as well.

In the master bathroom, father and son were soaking together in the bathtub of couple's intelligence, while the little guy was being disconsolately washed by his father.

"Feng Xinglang, your face is so ugly!" The little guy glanced at Feng Xinglang.

Feng Xinglang came over and pecked her son's unhappy face, "Being ugly is being ugly, but he's still very gentle!"

When Xueluo came in, he saw his father and son in the midst of washing up.

"Mommy …"

Linnuo's little friend was frowning. The moment he saw Xueluo, his little expression immediately became bright and beautiful.

Without caring about whether he was naked or not, the little fellow immediately crawled out of the bathtub, and pounced towards Xueluo with bare feet. The little water seedlings were still swaying in the wind.

"Nuonuo, slow down."

Afraid that the little thing would fall, Xueluo immediately went forward to welcome it.

"Mommy, why are you running away from home again? It really makes one worry! "