Chapter 1061 Paranoia and Mania

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It was obvious that Feng Xinglang didn't want to drink tea.

Especially facing Hetun.

But if Hetun really wanted to hide the little guy, Feng Xinglang wouldn't be able to find the huge Peter Castle if he wanted to.

Feng Xinglang felt heavy after revisiting his old place.

A biological biological father almost beat his biological son to death on his own territory.

But the person who saved his life was his wife, whom Feng Xinglang had been ashamed of for more than five years, the woman named Lin Xueluo!

The woman was able to survive all the way and raise his son. The hardships involved may only be understood more deeply when she is personally present at this moment.

What kind of perseverance and perseverance supports women’s efforts and dedication regardless of reward? !

Feng Xinglang knew that the woman missed her son, so he also drove him to speed up the pace of coming to Fort Pett. Even though he didn't want to see the person in front of him, he still came. Originally, he wanted to continue to 'snub and neglect' the wayward little thing for a few days, but he couldn't let go of his woman's strong yearning for her son.

Therefore, coming here this time has a bit of a meaning of "compromising".

For his woman and for his own children! These two people were worthy of Feng Xinglang's humiliation!

Feng Xinglang sat down, picked up the tea brewed in front of him, and took a sip.

Feng Xinglang's meekness made Hetun feel happy.

It seems that he has seen the light of hope that he and his biological son will turn their hostility into friendship.

"Alang, Fifteen said you like to eat mango shortcake, so I asked the cook to make more."

Hetun pushed the bamboo basket on the table to Feng Xinglang's hand, "It's just baked, you can try it."

Surprisingly, Feng Xinglang did not refuse Hetun's kindness. He reached out and took a piece and threw it to Basong who was looking around cautiously.

Almost out of reflex, Basong quickly grabbed it, and the poor shortbread was instantly crushed into pieces.

Basong looked slightly embarrassed. He really didn't expect that Feng Xinglang would throw food at him.

"If you don't want to eat it, why would you crush it? What a waste!"

It sounded like Feng Xinglang was at a loss for words.

Or maybe he was just killing time, waiting for Hetun to take the initiative to hand over his son Lin Nuo.

He can force his way through. Presumably Hetun will not stop him from turning Pett Castle upside down.

But he didn't do that!

Because he wanted his son to see a loving father.

Have endless fatherly and motherly love and be a healthy and happy child.

Feng Xinglang suppressed the anger and dissatisfaction in his heart and waited patiently for his son to appear.

It's just a shower, it shouldn't take long.

But the tree wants to be quiet, but the wind doesn't stop.

"Alang, last Friday was your mother's memorial day. Twenty-six years have passed in a blink of an eye. You must have been only eight or nine years old at the time..."

As Hetun muttered, Feng Xinglang's handsome face slowly began to darken. There seemed to be an invisible layer of frost covering his entire body.

He can't get out himself; and no one else can get in.

"Alan, I'm really sorry. It was me who was blinded by hatred. Not only did you mother and son suffer, but it almost... almost cost me my own flesh and blood!"

"Alang, in this life, dad will never ask for your forgiveness. Dad doesn't have the face..."

The more Hetun talked, the more emotional and immersed he became, and he had begun to refer to himself as 'Dad'.

"Alang, dad only hopes that you can live a happier life. Then dad has nothing to ask for in this life!"

Hetun's 'confession' became more and more sensational the more he said it.

Seeing this, I almost came forward and hugged my son Feng Xinglang, and then the father and son hugged each other and cried.

The muscles on Feng Xinglang's face trembled stiffly; a certain emotion that had been suppressed seemed to burst out in the next second.

Scolding Hetun angrily?

Or beat him in kind?

He couldn't express the hurt and humiliation he had suffered!

Feng Xinglang's chest rose and fell greatly; because the hatred accumulated there seemed to be set on fire again.

But the words that came out of his mouth were a different story.

"Let the past happen! Where is Nono? You should have taken a shower, right?"

Feng Xinglang said calmly. At least it's calm on the surface.

"Alang, dad is really happy that you think so! Your broad mind really puts dad to shame."

Hetun seemed to have taken it seriously and kept repenting.

"It's been taking so long, why hasn't Nono come out yet?"

"Twelve, go see if Fifteen has been washed?"

After Feng Xinglang reminded him again, Hetun pretended to turn his head and asked Xing Twelve.

I don't know if Hetun has noticed that his son Feng Xinglang's thoughts are completely different from his. All he could think about was his own son Feng Linnuo.

"Father, as soon as the fifteenth brother is washed, he should come out soon. Tonight, you three generations of grandparents are in the same house. I think the fifteenth brother can run faster than anyone else."

With the extremely unfriendly Basong around, of course Xing Twelve never left Hetun.

"Xing Twelve, just go if your adoptive father asks you to go. Why are you bothering? Do you not take your adoptive father seriously?"

Feng Xinglang's retort left Xing Twelve with no way out.

"Twelve, go urge your fifteenth brother. Laojiu is here."

Hetun followed his son Feng Xinglang's wishes and urged Xing Twelve beside him.

Lao Jiu?

Wasn't this Xing Laojiu's arm cut off by Cong Gang and then disposed of by Hetun?

Feng Xinglang subconsciously looked behind Hetun at the man in Tang suit: He clearly had a Western face, but he deliberately dressed himself to look Chinese! No matter how you look at it, it's a bit nondescript.

Seeing that this guy's limbs are intact, he must not be the same Xing Laojiu as before;

Could it be that Hetun, a great evil man, has adopted a new adopted son?

Do you still need to collect so many minions when you are almost buried?

Hetun winked at Xing Twelve, and Xing Twelve turned around and left. He didn't forget to give Basong a hard look.

The man in Tang suit behind Hetun immediately took two steps forward, maintaining a relatively attackable and defensive close range with Hetun.

"Alang, you and Shi Fifteen have a good rest here tonight; go and pay your mother's grave tomorrow morning. It's just a pity that Xue Luo didn't come."

Feng Xinglang did not answer Hetun's words. The knuckled hands creaked when held.

"How about you stay here for a few more days, and I'll ask Lao Ba to escort Xueluo over, so that our family can have a good reunion."

I have to say that this Hetun becomes more and more beautiful the more I think about it.

Do you really think that your own son Feng Xinglang would forgive him just like that? Then the whole family is happy?

He can really think!

How dare you think about it!

Feng Xinglang didn't want to say anything. He just stared at the tea in front of him with deep eyes.

Amber tea retains the clarity of water and the purity of tea.

In Hetun's eyes, he thought it was his son's acquiescence.

"William, make a cup of hot tea for Alan."

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Because of the love for Xing Shishi from his daughter-in-law Lin Xueluo and grandson Fifteen, Hetun finally had benevolence towards Xing Shishi who was seriously injured.

Under the treatment of advanced medical techniques that cost a lot of money, and because of his youth, Xing Shishi recovered quickly. I can already do some simple eating, drinking and having fun with Xiao Fifteen.

Moreover, because of his status as a 'cousin' and the fact that he and Lin Nuo had been staying in Pettburg these days, Xing Shisi would not be abandoned, but would be taken care of very thoughtfully and meticulously.

Not every adopted son who is seriously injured can receive such kind care!

Little Lin Nuo didn't know that his biological father Feng Xinglang would come today. I have been splashing around in the huge indoor swimming pool unhappily.

Swimming with the little guy, there was also a gray dolphin hooting. That was the pet that Hetun had just found for Little Thing.

Xing Twelve watched on the shore for a while, and only appeared after hearing the instructions from his adoptive father Hetun in the headset: "Why haven't you come yet?"

"Fifteen, your bastard father is here."

As soon as he said this, the little thing that had sunk in the swimming pool came out of the water with bubbles.

"Old Twelve, you lied to me again!"

Why use ‘and’? It was completely because of the last time Xing Twelve was annoyed by the little thing and almost went crazy.

"Your biological father is waiting in the living room! Believe it or not!"

After Xing Twelve dropped these words, he walked away quickly. He really couldn't worry about that Basong.

The little guy was stunned for a few seconds, and then in the spirit of "I'd rather believe it," he quickly jumped out of the water and climbed to the shore.

"Fifteen, dry yourself first."

Xing Shishi, who was still wearing a spinal fixation device, immediately chased after him with a bath towel.

But he didn't catch up with the heart that missed his biological father!

"Bastard Feng Xinglang, if you haven't come this time, I won't forgive you!"

"Anyone who deceives children is a bad villain!"

The little guy complained and ran all the way.

"Nono...Nono?"

Feng Xinglang chased after his son's voice.

He is really a bastard biological father!

The panting little guy froze in place when he saw his biological father, Feng Xinglang, running towards him.

Feng Xinglang picked up the shirtless little guy from the ground, hugged him tightly in his arms, and kissed him messily.

"Nono...good son, your real father is here! Come to take you home!"

It wasn't until he felt his real father's embrace that the little thing believed that all this was true.

"Feng Xinglang, why are you here?! Don't you want me as your biological son anymore?"

The little guy hummed in grievance, blinked his big watery eyes a few times, and then tears rolled out of his eyes.

"How could it be possible? You are more precious than your own father!"

Feng Xinglang kissed his son's little face over and over again; kissed again and again, and kissed again.

Seeing the father and son hugging each other and being affectionate, Hetun felt a mixture of emotions in his heart.

He could feel his son Xing Lang's deep affection for his grandson; he also felt guilty that he could not give his son such paternal love.

Rather than being framed and trapped by others, it is better to say that my love is too paranoid and manic.

But before Hetun could show his generosity, the painting style in front of him suddenly changed.

Feng Xinglang took off his coat and wrapped his son Feng Linnuo tightly in it. Then he walked towards the living room door without looking back.

"Basong, let's go! Whoever stops us will chop!"