Chapter 430 It’s Called "Fifteen"!

Xueluo is not sure whether Hetun, who has always been cold-blooded and cruel, really likes his son Lin Nuo.

But judging from Hetun's cheerful expression, it seemed that there was no need for him to act pretentious to a five-year-old kid.

But Xueluo didn't know if there might be a conspiracy hidden behind Hetun's smile that would scare her.

In fact, Xueluo was still very grateful to Hetun for providing a stable environment for their mother and son for five years.

Save her from shock, save her from suffering, save her from having no branches to rely on, and save her from being homeless.

Xueluo really didn't want to know Hetun's hidden conspiracy. But every time when Xueluo becomes extra rational, she has to analyze what Hetun's conspiracy is.

Sometimes Xueluo would also think: Hetun loves his son Lin Nuo so much, so he shouldn't use the little guy as a tool, right?

But Xueluo will inevitably worry: a particularly calm and rational man like Hetun should clearly distinguish between love and revenge.

Perhaps deep in Hetun's heart, doting on Lin Nuo and taking revenge on Feng Xinglang have never been confused!

"Fifteen, do you like your adoptive father?"

Hetun lifted little Lin Nuo above his head and let him ride on his shoulders. This kind of pampering behavior looks like the pampering behavior of an elder towards a younger generation.

"If you behave well enough, I can still like you a little bit!"

Lin Nuo, a child, rode on Hetun's neck and hooked Hetun's neck with a pair of short legs, performing a difficult roc spreading its wings.

Fifteen was chosen by Xueluo out of desperation.

On the day when Lin Nuo's child turned one year old, Hetun's celebration for the little boy was truly unique.

The whole Paterburg was as festive as if he married his wife in Hetun, with flowers blooming and sparkling flowers blooming all day long.

The last item is to let the children of Lin Nuo draw lots.

Instead of choosing a favorite toy, Hetun chooses the name and ranking of the little guy.

From the eldest to the thirteenth, they are all within the range of choices.

Write the numbers on the paper and let Lin Nuo's children choose one from them.

At that time Xueluo thought: Hetun's adopted sons have been ranked from the eldest to the twelfth. It would be fine if his son Lin Nuo chose the thirteenth, but if he chose others, such as the fourth, fifth, or eighth, Aren’t there two old four or five and eight?

Xueluo couldn't stop Hetun from adopting his son Lin Nuo as his adopted son.

Perhaps this was one of the important reasons why Hetun brought their mother and son back to Fort Pett.

At that time, Xueluo only saw a glass of black wine placed in front of each of the other adopted sons. Later, Xueluo learned that the black wine was a neurotoxin, and drinking it would kill people immediately.

In other words, Hetun will not let his adopted son have repeated rankings and titles.

For example, if the child Lin Nuo accidentally chooses the fourth child, then the original Xing Laosi will have to deal with himself.

The river is cruel and even more cold-blooded. All adopted sons are just tools for him to use.

If you call him, he will come; if you wave him, he will go.

There is another scary sign: Xueluo has never seen Xing San again since Hetun was 'persuaded' by a certain Shuji himself.

Perhaps, Feng Xinglang's promise of 'bringing the beauty home' was ultimately just a dream that Xing San could never realize!

Little P, who is only one year old, doesn't know anything. He burbled and crawled back and forth in Hetun's arms, looking at the numbers Hetun had laid out in front of him with curiosity.

"Little one, my adoptive father will read it to you one by one. If you like the ranking, just tell your adoptive father, do you understand?"

Of course, the kid Lin Nuo didn't understand. He used his chubby little hands to look for toys that occasionally magically appeared on Hetun's body.

"Boss...Second child...Third child..."

Hetun read it very slowly, giving the little guy enough time to react; but the thing didn't seem to be interested in the "old man" that Hetun read, but was more interested in the exquisite pistol Hetun had on him.

Hetun didn't hide it, and just let the kid Lin Nuo play with it.

To be honest, Xueluo was extremely nervous, fearing that her one-year-old son Lin Nuo would accidentally misfire. It was only later that she learned that the bullet had to be loaded first. There's also a trigger safety bolt.

In other words, it was very safe for his son Lin Nuo to play with Hetun's exquisite pistol. I only found out after it snowed.

When he didn't know it, Xueluo became extremely nervous as soon as his son Lin Nuo pulled out the gun from Hetun.

"Lao Qi...Lao Ba..."

When Hetun read "Lao Ba", the kid Lin Nuo who was playing with a pistol suddenly stopped, and then kept mumbling in his little mouth, "Eight...eight...eight eight eight..."

In fact, only Xueluo could understand that her son Lin Nuo did not pronounce 'eight' at all, but 'dad'.

After giving birth to the little thing, Xueluo would teach his son Lin Nuo how to teach "father" and "mother" when no one was around.

"Haha... little one, you like Lao Ba, don't you?"

Hetun laughed heartily. He kissed the little guy's little face that kept saying '888'.

Xueluo clearly felt Xing Laoba's expression tremble a few times, then slowly stretched out his hand to pick up the glass of black wine.

Vaguely, Xueluo had an ominous premonition: That glass of black wine must not be something good!

"Wait a minute! I don't like Lao Ba! I don't even like my child's name Lao Ba! I like... Fifteen! Yes, Fifteen! It means spending the full moon!"

Fifteen, Xueluo blurted it out temporarily. Anyway, it sounds much better than Lao Shisan!

The key is, there is no need to involve other adopted sons in Hetun to die.

Hetun paused for a moment, as if he was waiting for the reaction of whether he liked or disliked the child Lin Nuo in his arms.

"Nono, you like the '15' one, right? If you like it, just nod, and Nono will have a drink!"

Xueluo immediately began to persuade her son Lin Nuo.

As soon as the little guy heard his mother say that there was milk to drink, he immediately nodded his little head into a wavy drum, and kept trying to jump towards Xueluo's arms.

Seeing the little thing in his arms nodding his head, Hetun agreed happily.

"Let's call that little thing Fifteen! Fifteen sounds nice!"

Hetun lovingly kissed the little guy again and again on the cheek, "Fifteen...Fifteen...little guy, my adoptive father will call you Fifteen from now on!"

Xing Laoba held the hand filled with black wine and slowly let go. It was almost like I had escaped from the hell gate.

Subconsciously, he looked at Xueluo gratefully.

Xueluo also secretly felt relieved and gave Xing Laoba a pale smile.

She is kind.

Her kindness will make others feel extremely warm.