Novel Full Chapter 908
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Chapter 908 - Feng Xinglang s incident
To little Linnuo, it was as if he had caught his little brother just by walking around and looking at him.
When he removed the small big brother that was only one year older than him, Linnuo immediately ran to the kitchen.
When he came out of the kitchen, there was a shiny kitchen knife in his hand …
About half an hour later, the village chief's grandson, who was only eight years old, came to find Lin Xueluo while sobbing. Plus, he kept wiping away his tears with the back of his hand. His small face was also covered in blood.
"teacher Lin... teacher Lin... Little brother Nuonuo, he … "He …"
When Xueluo saw the little fellow whose body and face was covered in blood, heard his sobs and hurried words, she became extremely nervous.
"What's wrong with Nuonuo? Did, did something happen to him? "
"Wow..."
The more anxious the little guy became, the more he couldn't speak, so he started to cry out loud.
"Qiangzi, good girl, no rush, speak slowly, what happened to little brother Nuonuo?"
Zuo An Yan immediately carried the little guy, who was crying, up.
"Teacher Zuo..." Nuonuo killed all of my chickens! I told him not to kill it, but he wouldn't listen … "
"What?" Nuonuo, he killed your family's chicken? "
Xueluo could not believe his ears. However, he believed that what Hadron said might be the truth.
"Xueluo, don't be anxious. Let's go back and take a look first."
Zuo An Yan carried Qiang Zi and led Xueluo quickly towards the Village Chief's house.
The scene before their eyes stunned both Xueluo and Zuo An Yan.
A few old hens were lying in disarray in the yard; the crowing rooster was flopping around in agony.
Blood flowed from the massacre, staining the entire yard red.
His eyes were filled with shock!
A kitchen knife stained with chicken blood was thrown to the side; Linnuo the little friend was sitting beside a large limestone that was dyed with chicken blood, gasping for breath.
Looks like that bluestone that is filled with chicken blood is the guillotine that the little fellow chose.
Those foolish old hens were easy to coax, but a few handfuls of the grains were enough. The rooster that was crowing and crowing had consumed a lot of the little guy's energy.
Not only did he have to fight intelligence, he also had to fight bravery!
"Mommy, you're back? Tonight we. We all have chicken legs to eat! Isn't it great to see your own son? "
Seeing that her mother, Xueluo, had returned, the little guy was overjoyed.
Perhaps in the eyes of this little thing: aren't chickens meant for humans to eat? It was best to kill them earlier or later, otherwise they would eat them later!
"Lin!" "Yes!"
Xueluo roared.
Facing the entire courtyard full of dead chickens and chickens, Xueluo felt himself going crazy!
Kissing Mommy seems to be angry! Linnuo immediately stopped in her tracks.
Without saying a word, Xueluo rushed over and tore off his son's pants. He smacked the small thing which was as white and tender as tofu six or seven times. The slap caused Xueluo's palm to turn numb.
The little guy's small P shares immediately became red and swollen, with a hint of blood appearing on them.
"Xueluo... Stop it... Stop fighting! "
Zuo An Yan, who had been stunned for a few seconds, immediately placed the strong object in his bosom back onto the ground and walked forward to persuade the furious Xueluo.
"Lin Xueluo, two slaps is enough!"
Seeing that Xueluo was not listening, Zuo An Yan could only try to pull Linnuo away from Xueluo.
Xueluo looked at his son's red, swollen, and small P s. Then, he looked at the dead chicken and chicken blood that filled the courtyard.
His son was only six years old! How could there be such a great hostility?
Regardless of the motives or the reasons, a bloody act like this should not be the work of a six year old child!
Linnuo's little friend did not cry. He didn't even make a sound.
As if he had been beaten senseless, he stared blankly at the furious Mommy Xueluo.
She suddenly felt that her own son's mother was really strange!
"Mommy, don't you love your own son? "You hurt your son's face just now!"
The little guy pouted, trying to act cute and spoiled with the angry Mommy.
"No!" Mommy would not love a wicked, heartless child! "
Xueluo blurted out.
In the next second, the tears contained in the little guy's eyes uncontrollably rolled down his face.
The little guy rarely cried!
In his opinion, crying was a sign of weakness!
Occasionally, the little guy would pretend to cry for the pity of the foster father Hetun, but it was rare for her to truly cry like this.
This was the first time Linnuo, who was 6 years old, heard his mother say she didn't love him!
The little guy's aggrieved tears were like beads with a broken string, falling straight down!
"Nuonuo, quickly go and apologize to Mommy!"
Zuo An Yan was also amazed: A six year old child actually dared to use a kitchen knife to slaughter a nest of hens and roosters on his own?
How much guts must he have!
Or is it a newborn calf, fearless?
Maybe if Zuo An Yan knew about the growth process of Linnuo's little friend, he wouldn't be so surprised!
When they were in Pater Castle, the Hetun took the little guy out to hunt large species like deer and horned goats.
A bunch of dumb chickens, that was even more so.
The little guy sniffed with his nose and wiped away his tears. Then, he slowly moved to Xueluo's side.
He held the hand that Mommy had just punched his little p * nis with, "Mommy, your hand hurts, right? Nuonuo will help you massage it! "
"..." Xueluo's heart ached from the pain.
"Mommy, don't be angry anymore … At most, I'll just let my foster father accompany them for a whole truck of chickens! "
The little guy didn't fully realize what he had done to make Mommy so angry.
When the Hetun was mentioned, Xueluo couldn't even breathe!
When she thought about how the Hetun wanted her to accept Feng Tuantuan, the illegitimate daughter of her husband and another woman, and also wanted her to treat him as her own daughter? Xueluo felt that in the eyes of the Hetun, he was only a tool to give birth to a child!
Do you have dignity? Do you have any status?
None of them!
"Nuonuo, right now, there is neither your foster father nor your father. There is only you and Mommy to live together in the future! Do you understand? "
Xueluo took a deep breath, trying his best to keep his voice calm.
The little guy nodded, "Then Mommy can't be angry at her son …" Mommy and her own son must depend on each other! "
The phrase "mutual support" made Xueluo unable to hold back her tears!
"Nuonuo, when the Village Chief Grandpa comes back, remember to sincerely apologize. We will compensate his family for all their losses. "
The little fellow nodded once again.
In the evening, the village chief called all the children from the neighboring houses over for a hearty meal.
No matter how much the village chief and Zuo Anyan tried to persuade him, he just couldn't bring himself to take a bite of the chicken.
After taking a few bites of the steamed bun, the little guy returned to the cave.
Xueluo walked in while carrying the soy noodles that the village chief grandma specially made for the little guy.
"Nuonuo, eat some noodles. "The soy noodles made by the village chief's grandma is so delicious."
"Mommy, I'm not hungry. Eat. Beating your son is tiring. "
"What, you're still mad at Mommy? You probably don't know how important these hens are to the family of the Village Head Grandpa. Grandfather's family's grandson and granddaughter normally relies on them to lay eggs to improve their food! "
"They eat only eggs and nothing else? Steak? Sausage? Fish-and-chips? "
"..."
Sure enough, Yuan Duoduo managed to survive in the orphanage.
After Feng Xinglang found out that his wife and son had followed Zuo An Yan's Love Squad to Shizhu County, he immediately picked a jeep with excellent cross-country performance to chase after them. Even the driver, Xiao Hu, didn't have time to wait!
It was a misunderstanding. Once again, that woman ran away from home.
And this time he even brought along a six year old son!
Shi Fangxun County was so poor that it could even be called a poor place.
That woman actually had the child by her side! Was this a setback for education? Or was it to temper his son's will?
Although he was a little angry at women and would rather listen to Hetun's nonsense than believe his husband …
But Feng Xinglang could still understand her anger and despair at that time!
How should he put it, because the one who spread the rumors was the Hetun, from a certain point of view, it still held some credibility.
Then the problem was, why did the Hetun suddenly start a rumor: Feng Tuantuan was his own daughter?
Flashing wind as a shadow? Listening to rumors?
But how could he explain the two paternity tests in Hetun?
Thinking about it, the Hetun should be a meticulous person, and would not make such a low level mistake.
Feng Xinglang suddenly remembered that Xing Shi'er had gone to the GK VCs underground car park to steal Nuonuo from him … He must have taken something from his body that could be used for paternity testing!
Then, which part of the game had made the mistake?
Parentage identification organization? It was very possible!
In the Shen City, who could sneak around and change pillars right under the nose of the Hetun, or sneak around Chen Cang?
Yan Bang?
That vulgar person shouldn't be able to use such a brilliant method!
Lan Youyou?
Or was there someone else?
But what was this man's purpose?
After all, it was just a lie! Sooner or later, it would be exposed!
It was too easy to see through! Once again, the paternity test would reveal the truth!
Who would be so bored and bored?
Maybe that person's goal had already been achieved: Xueluo and her son had already left home without a word.
Maybe Feng Xinglang did not know yet: This was only a part of that person's scheme!
In order to reach Shi Zhu County as soon as possible to meet his wife and children, Feng Xinglang who had been driving for six hours had decided to travel without stopping for the entire night.
After driving for another ten odd hours, Feng Xinglang felt that his waist and legs were starting to feel numb. He was tired and suffocated, his sense of perception decreasing bit by bit, as if only his soul was driving.
Because it was on the way up, Feng Xinglang wanted to jump over the mountain, and rest for a while when he reached the downhill.
But his consciousness was a bit late, something still happened!
The mountain road was bumpy to begin with, and the rapidly turning warning signs were once again broken by the cars in front and thrown to the side of the road. The exhausted Feng Xinglang reacted half a beat too late, and even rolled down the mountain ditch together with the cars.