Chapter 1536 One Person’s Love

When Feng Xinglang came to pick up Xing Shiwu, night was already falling.

Before coming, Feng Xinglang specifically asked Xing Ba to take his son Lin Nuo away.

The boy is very fair and a little thin, but his eyes are bright and lively. When he looked at Feng Xinglang, there was a hint of novelty in his calmness.

It was obvious that the boy liked Feng Xinglang. I also like the role of being a temporary son to Feng Xinglang.

"Would you like to call me daddy?"

Feng Xinglang reached over and gently stroked the boy's head.

'Dad' is the exclusive name of his son Feng Linnuo, so Feng Xinglang asked the boy to call him his temporary father.

"Dad..." The boy's voice was low-pitched, with a slight vibrato.

"Well. Starting today, the two of us will embark on a father-son journey! I hope we can get along happily!"

The boy nodded meekly. He knew his mission, but he was ignorant of the danger he was about to face.

Feng Xinglang picked up the boy and weighed it slightly: the boy was much lighter than his son Lin Nuo.

"Fifteen, listen to Alang! Remember: he is your master now! It is your mission to protect his safety!"

Hetunsheng warned a little boy who was about the same age as his beloved grandson in a cold tone. Perhaps in Hetun's eyes, these children are just tools to achieve his dominance. There is no need to consider their feelings at all.

Let a child who is only seven or eight years old protect his own safety? The corners of Feng Xinglang's lips twitched slightly.

"Okay, I'll take Fifteen away. Let Lao Ba take good care of Nono."

Feng Xinglang stopped Hetun's uncomfortable words.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen to Nuonuo even if it takes all of our lives." Hetun promised his son Feng Xinglang.

Feng Xinglang nodded slightly, hugged Xing Shishi and turned to leave.

In the passenger seat, Feng Xinglang fastened the seat belt for Xing Shishi.

"Are you scared?" he asked softly.

"Not afraid." Xing Shishi shook his head. Then he murmured suddenly, "You must love your child very much."

The boy's thoughtful words made Feng Xinglang a little embarrassed: He indeed loved his son enough, but now he was using other people's children as bait!

I really feel ashamed of the saying, ‘I am a child and I am a child as well as others’!

"I'll keep you safe!"

Feng Xinglang comforted the boy. Not sure if it was out of guilt, Feng Xinglang came over and lightly rubbed the boy's cheek.

The boy seemed stunned. He looked at Feng Xinglang with wide eyes, as if he was a little unsure of what Feng Xinglang had just done.

"We're leaving! Go back to pick up mommy first!"

Feng Xinglang started the Mercedes-Benz and sped towards the Feng family, breathing hard.

Mrs. Feng Er of the Feng family was already ready: wearing a long windbreaker with a high collar and a top hat that Xueluo almost never wore. Supported by Aunt An, she waited under the eaves of the Feng family's living room.

Undoubtedly, tonight's trip to Yulong City was a bold adventure for Feng Xinglang.

He really didn't want to keep waiting like this! Therefore, he took the initiative to throw bait to Ceresto. Using his wife and son, including himself, as bait. A family of three, all together!

Maybe it was on the way to Yulong City; maybe it was in Yulong City; maybe it was after the family of three left Yulong City...

Such a move from passivity to initiative is undoubtedly risky. But Feng Xinglang didn't want to wait any longer. Because he couldn't wait to have his wife and children back with him. All we can do is make a desperate move.

The car driven by Basong. Feng Xinglang's family of three sat in the back row.

"Mommy."

After Mrs. Feng Er got in the car, Xing Shishi murmured lowly. This was the first time he called out the name "Mommy" since he could remember it. He seemed to be looking forward to it.

Mrs. Feng Er glanced at Xing Shishi and hummed coldly, "What a poor child! He has to be a scapegoat for others at such a young age!"

"..."

The boy restrained his expectant gaze. And the corners of Feng Xinglang's lips twitched naturally.

"He is your favorite son now! You are his favorite mommy!"

Feng Xinglang reminds a woman not to forget her own role.

"Come on, dear son, let mommy hug you!"

Xing Shiwu did not throw himself into Mrs. Feng Er's open arms, but subconsciously leaned towards Feng Xinglang's side.

Because the boy could feel that Mrs. Feng Er was unfriendly to him; and he could also smell the dangerous aura of Mrs. Feng Er. It was the smell of the same kind of people: infested with blood and killing.

Feng Xinglang picked up Xing Shishi and let him sit on his strong lap. He put one arm around the little guy's thin waist, using a posture similar to that of holding his son Lin Nuo.

"How old are you?" Feng Xinglang asked.

"Nine years old." The boy responded lightly.

"Already nine years old?"

Feng Xinglang turned his head slightly and looked at the boy's face carefully, "Well...then you have to eat more! Only then can you grow strong and tall!"

The boy kept his back straight; he seemed a little uncomfortable with this sudden warmth.

But as Feng Xinglang tightened his embrace, the boy snuggled into his arms, feeling the brief bond between father and son.

"Feng Xinglang, it's easy for you to get into the role."

Mrs. Feng Er glanced at Feng Xinglang, who was holding Xing Shishi in his arms, "It must be a guilty act of a father!"

I have to say that Mrs. Feng Er's words are a bit to the point.

But apart from feeling guilty about this child taking risks in place of his son Feng Linnuo, Feng Xinglang still liked this calm boy.

"Mrs. Feng, the way you talk...when you are in love with Cong Gang, you might have quarrels several times a day, right?"

Idle was idle, Feng Xinglang used a roundabout way to ridicule the sharp and slightly mean Mrs. Feng Er.

Feng Xinglang really couldn't imagine the scene of this sharp-tongued woman named Lia falling in love with the self-proclaimed Cong Gang!

The woman's face slowly became cold.

"This is just my love! Songtai will not fall in love with anyone else!"

After finishing speaking, Mrs. Feng Er looked at Feng Xinglang meaningfully, "You will be no exception!"

"..." I have to say that none of the men and women who followed Cong Gang felt normal.

One person's love? This is quite sad! Maybe women themselves enjoy it!

The entire Yulong City wall of lights was brilliant, and from time to time a bunch of dazzling fireworks would rise.

Even if it was just Bai Mo's birthday, Yan Bang would not treat his brother badly.

Yan Bang was almost there to greet him outside the gate of Yulong City.

Feng Xinglang held his son in one hand and his wife in the other, and the family of three walked over to Yan Bang.