Chapter 1690 Tossing with Love 18

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It is to commemorate the dead big caterpillar!

"A bug? Or a caterpillar bug?"

Hetun felt awkward pronouncing it, "Why does it sound so hard to pronounce a little girl with such a nickname?"

In fact, it's not just a mouthful. He Tun also wants to say words like 'scary' or 'disgusting'. It's just that 'Chongchong' was a nickname given to his granddaughter by his own son, so it saved him face.

"Since my sister can't be called such a nickname, then I'll call her Chongchong!"

The little guy volunteered a little, but more of a spontaneous recommendation, "Father, Mommy, from today on, you can call me Chongchong!"

"..." Hetun and Xueluo were stunned.

The nickname "Chongchong" is not so bad that it has to be fought over by little things, right? !

"Who do you call Chongchong?"

Following the magnetic deep baritone, the gentle and handsome Feng Xinglang slowly walked down the stairs. The years have preserved his elegance and stability, but there is a hint of evil in his brows, which shows his natural kingly demeanor.

"Alang..."

Hetun Ning called out. He looked at his outstanding and handsome biological son with great joy.

This is the flesh and blood that he and his beloved woman gave birth to together.

Hetun's eyes were filled with fatherly love. But there was no way to vent it on his own son Feng Xinglang. All he can do is hold his grandson tightly in his arms and kiss him again and again.

Feng Xinglang just glanced sideways at Hetun, then looked at his son Feng Linnuo in his arms.

"My dear son, did you hear me right? Are you competing with your sister to be called Chongchong? Is this name really that nice?"

Feng Xinglang just asked along the lines of what he just heard.

"Dad, since it's not suitable for my sister to be called Chongchong, then let's call my son Chongchong!"

The little guy crawled off Hetun, ran over and hugged his father Feng Xinglang's waist.

Of course Feng Xinglang knew why his son excitedly changed his nickname to Chongchong.

The little guy not only admires Cong Gang, but also has reluctance and affection.

"It's a good name, but you can't just change it!"

Feng Xinglang took a breath and picked up his son who looked expectant, "As for my biological son, it would be nice to call him Nono!"

"Then who's called Chongchong? My sister?" the little guy asked expectantly.

"No! You and my sister don't need to be called Chongchong!"

Feng Xinglang kissed his son's little face, leaned into the little thing's ear and said, "The big caterpillar will live in our hearts forever! Even if you and your sister don't need to call him Chongchong, we will never forget him!" right?"

The little guy nodded vigorously, hugged his father Feng Xinglang's neck, and lay softly on his stomach.

"Alang, are you feeling better? Dad brought some supplements for you and Xueluo, and I'll have Lao Twelve bring them in later."

"No! You can keep it for yourself!" Feng Xinglang hummed in response.

The scene was indeed a little awkward. Fortunately, Hetun has become accustomed to his son's indifference.

"Dad, you haven't had breakfast yet? Come and have some together!"

Xueluo quickly spoke up to resolve the awkward situation between father and son, "Nono, go to the car and call your twelfth brother."

"Okay, I'll go right away!" The little guy immediately ran out and called for someone.

Xing Twelve doesn't care about eating the Feng family's breakfast. The cooking skills of the cooks in Repulse Bay are far better than those of Aunt An and others from the Feng family.

The key is that Xing Twelve really couldn't bear to see his adoptive father Hetun humbled in front of his own son Feng Xinglang!

Out of sight, out of mind, he was worried that he would have a direct fight with Feng Xinglang in the heat of the moment. If he accidentally beat Feng Xinglang and crippled him, his adoptive father Hetun would be heartbroken again!

It feels like foster father Hetun is completely torturing himself! And every time, she licks her face and sends it to her door to be abused!

When kid Lin Nuo knocked on the car door, Xing Twelve was biting into a delicious sandwich delivered from Repulse Bay.

"Lao Twelve, why didn't you get off the car with your adoptive father? You are lazy and irresponsible!"

Xing Twelve glanced sideways at Lin Nuo and continued eating his sandwich.

"Lao Twelve, come to my house for breakfast. Grandma An's breakfast is delicious." The little guy became a little gentler.

"Do not care!"

Xing Twelve snorted, "Fifteen, if your biological father dares to disobey my adoptive father, do you think I should beat him or not?"

"Don't worry, Old Twelve, my biological father is having a good chat with my adoptive father! They won't quarrel again!"

The little guy climbed into the car, obediently got into Xing Twelve's arms, and lay on his chest, feeling particularly at ease.

"Old Twelve, where do you think a person will go after he dies? Will he come back? Can he see us?"

In response to the little guy's sudden sad inquiry, Xing Twelve instantly dropped the sandwich he was biting and hugged the little thing tightly in his arms.

"Brother Twelve knows that you miss Bage... In fact, I miss him too! This time my adoptive father went back to Pett Castle to erect a monument and bury Bage as a tomb."

"Want to erect a monument for Myna?"

The little guy immediately raised his head from Xing Twelve's arms, "Then I must go back too!"

"I'm afraid your biological father won't agree..." Xing Twelve snorted coldly.

"My biological father will definitely agree! I'll go in and tell my biological father!"

The little guy immediately climbed out of the car and ran back in a hurry.

In the living room, Hetun and Feng Xinglang were not chatting very happily. The child Lin Nuo only heard them mention a man named Old Ando.

"My biological father... my biological father... my biological son is going back to Fort Pett with my adoptive father..."

"No! It's impossible!"

Before the little guy could finish speaking, Feng Xinglang sternly scolded him.

"Why not?! You bastard Feng Xinglang is too domineering!"

The little guy immediately spoke up.

"Nono, why are you talking to your biological father?!"

Xueluo immediately moved over and crouched over, stopping the confrontation between father and son.

"Mommy, I want to go back to Peterburg with my adoptive father to erect a monument for my Bago and bury him... But my bastard father doesn't agree! Bago loves me so much, I want to erect a monument for him and bury him..."

Although the little guy was stern, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Nono, listen to your father and stay with your parents. It's enough for your eighth brother's funeral to be attended by your adoptive father and your adopted brothers!"

Perhaps after experiencing Seresto's violent incident, Hetun tried to obey his son's wishes in everything.

"This reason is reasonable. Then go! Take care of yourself, your father and mother are waiting for you to come back."

When Feng Xinglang said these words, child Lin Nuo was moved.

How could he not be moved by his biological father who understands justice so well?

"Dad, you are so great! My son loves you so much!"

The little guy immediately ran over and hugged his father's waist like a baby.

Seeing their father and son getting back together, Xueluo was also filled with joy.

only……

"Erect a monument for your Eighth Brother to bury him? What happened to Old Eighth Brother?" Xueluo asked in shock.