Chapter 1400 Who Is the Third Party?

Bai Mo was beaten out of the Bai Mansion by Mr. Bai with a cane.

It just so happened that Bai Mo didn't want to stay, so he was successfully beaten out by the old man!

Yuan Duoduo stayed on the spot, almost frozen.

[Not to mention, I really like Sui Qianno a little bit! Not only is she beautiful, but she is also quite gentle! It can be said that Doudou and Yaya are regarded as their own children! Of course I, Bai Mo, must cherish such a good woman! 】

Bai Mo's words were like a sharp sword that stabbed Yuan Duoduo's heart with holes!

Yuan Duoduo wanted to cry, but couldn't!

She was really worried and afraid of what she was most worried about, and God just gave her exactly what she wanted.

Bai Mo fell in love with the gentle and beautiful Shui Qiannong...and Shui Qiannong also regarded Doudou and Yaya as his own children;

What a perfect pair of lovers!

Only then did Yuan Duoduo realize that she had really become the unnecessary third party!

"Duoduo, don't be sad, that boy Bai Mo is saying disgusting words! If he dares to be half-hearted, grandpa will break his legs!"

Even if you break his legs, what's the use? My heart is no longer there!

At this moment, Yuan Duoduo has already begun to wonder: Has Bai Mo found true love? Is it Shui Qiannong?

"Duoduo, grandpa knows that you are worried about Doudou Yaya. Let's have some dinner first. Grandpa will go to the resort with you to see them later!"

Mr. Bai patted Yuan Duoduo's shoulder and sighed sadly.

"No need to look..."

Yuan Duoduo smiled sadly, "With Shui Qiannong here, I will definitely take good care of Doudou Yaya!"

That night, Yuan Duoduo stayed up almost all night. She thought a lot, for her two daughters and for herself.

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Xing Er's funeral was held, and Feng Xinglang and his son also participated.

Feng Xinglang didn't have much impression of Xing Er, so he couldn't talk about his evaluation or likes and dislikes. Participating in Xing Er's funeral was just to accompany his son Feng Linnuo; and also because of Xing Er's words before his death.

Hetun observed a long silence in front of Xing Er's coffin. It was unknown what he was thinking, except that his back, which had lost an arm, looked particularly old and sad.

Xing Ba, who was unable to support himself, was shaking badly; Xing Shisi stepped forward and supported him.

"Fourteen, please send Xing Ba back to rest first."

The one who spoke up was Feng Xinglang; his words were already quite effective among the adopted children of Hetun. Especially some adopted sons who are familiar with him.

"I'm fine..."

Xing Ba waved his hand and decided to stay and see Xing Er off for the last time.

"Okay, don't hold on! Fourteen, you take Lao Ba back."

Xing Bachao glanced at the back of Hetun, who had been mourning in silence, and finally acquiesced to Feng Xinglang's arrangement.

At the funeral, apart from Xing Wu, Xing Ba, Xing Twelve, and Xing Fourteen and Xing Shiqi who were one age level behind him, there were a few other adopted sons in Hetun. Among them, Xing Eleven was not too unfamiliar, but it was the first time for Feng Xinglang to see the other three beside him. And one of them is about the same age as Xing Er...

This man should not be Hetun's adopted son; but he was still respectful to Hetun, and it seemed that his status was not as high as Xing Er's. Who could it be? One of Xing Er's subordinates? !

In fact, Feng Xinglang came to attend Xing Er's funeral with a certain purpose.

He really wanted to see how many adopted sons were left in Hetun!

Little Lin Nuo was surprisingly quiet today. He obediently leaned beside his biological father, Feng Xinglang, and quietly looked at his adoptive father, Hetun, who had been mourning in silence.

Hetun mourned in silence, and of course the adopted sons would only accompany him in mourning.

Feng Xinglang didn't have anything to mourn for, so he took a few more glances at the people attending the funeral.

Suddenly, when Feng Xinglang turned around inadvertently, he discovered that in addition to the group of people surrounding Xing Er's coffin, there was another group of men in black standing ten meters away.

Feng Xinglang could discover them, and even more so the adopted sons of Hetun. In other words, there was no movement from the adopted sons of Hetun, which proved that these people should be acquaintances.

Hetun observed a moment of silence for ten minutes. It seemed that time was silent with him.

Then, before the coffin could be buried, he turned around and walked towards Xiao Shiwu.

"Fifteen, are you tired? Let's go, my adoptive father will take you back!"

Hetun bowed over and lifted the little guy up from the ground with one arm.

"Father, I'm not tired at fifteen..."

The little guy turned back and looked at the coffin being lowered slowly, "Second brother hasn't been buried yet... I want to wait a little longer."

"No need to wait! It's windy here. If Fifteen catches a cold, it will make my adoptive father feel bad!"

Hetun hugged the little guy and left without looking back. Xing Twelve followed suit as a habit.

Both Hetun and his son had left, and there seemed to be no need for Feng Xinglang to stay. He and Xing Er were just a chance encounter. Being able to come to his funeral was an act of kindness and righteousness.

After some distance, Hetun slowed down. It should be Feng Xinglang waiting behind him.

"Alang, the route has been applied for. You can take the special flight back to Shanghai tomorrow."

Feng Xinglang did not respond to Hetun's words. He came to Fort Pett not just for the sake of his village. Therefore, he had no intention of accepting any concern from Hetun, making it seem like he was very familiar with him.

"Fifteen, when you go back, you should listen to your mommy's words: study hard and become a learned and pillar of talent!"

Seeing that his son ignored him, Hetun caught his grandson and continued to nag him.

"Father, you are so annoying!" The little guy pursed his lips, "You should think more about how to grow your arms!"

After a slight pause, the little guy let out a long sigh, "If only my adoptive father's arm could be like the little gecko's tail, which can grow back again after being broken... That would be great! You don't have to worry about how you will eat when you are fifteen. Put on clothes, put on pants...and tie your shoes and stuff!"

Although the little guy is small, he has a lot to worry about!

"Don't worry, my adoptive father has plenty of people to take care of him!" Hetun kissed the little guy's cheek.

"What should I do if my adoptive father wipes my butt? Should I ask Lao Twelve and the others to help?"

"..." This topic is really interesting.

"If Shi Shi is really worried about his adoptive father...then take Shi Shi home and take care of him! Okay?"

Hetun deliberately teased the little guy.

The little guy was startled for a moment, and then he answered smartly, "Father, Fifteen still thinks it would be better for you to stay in Pett Castle to recuperate from your injuries! The place is big, the scenery is beautiful, and there are many people to serve. The cook is good at cooking... Anyway, it’s a hundred times better than the small and noisy Feng family!"

"Is it really that good? Would Fifteen be happy to stay and live with his adoptive father?" Hetun asked back.