Chapter 431 I Don’t Even Think You Are Old!

The childish laughter of his son Lin Nuo spread throughout Petrburg.

It also brought Xueluo's thoughts back to the present from the distant three years ago.

After being shocked, he just sighed.

"You only like your adoptive father a little bit? Your adoptive father seems a little unhappy!"

Hetun had already taken the little thing off his shoulders and placed it back on the carpet.

"If my adoptive father is willing to go horse riding with Shi Fifteen, I will like my adoptive father a little bit!"

The little guy raised his head, blinked his cute big eyes, and looked up at Hetun with flickering eyes, his eyes full of hope.

"You like it even a little bit? Hahahaha... you are a little grinder!"

Hetun laughed heartily, leaned over and kissed the little guy hard on the forehead.

It was obvious that Hetun really liked the child Lin Nuo from the bottom of his heart. But through this childish little face, Hetun can still think of something.

For example, Feng Xinglang, Shishi's biological father; and the woman who gave birth to Feng Xinglang.

In an instant, Hetun's face went from smiling to solemn to strange. He stared deeply at the little face of Lin Nuo, who looked exactly like Feng Xinglang, and his thoughts were suddenly distracted.

Hetun's occasional sudden silence was the time when Lin Xueluo was most afraid.

She knew clearly: Hetun must have recalled Feng Xinglang from his son Lin Nuo's little face!

This means that Hetun must be filled with hatred at this moment.

"Nono, your adoptive father is tired. Let him have a good rest. Don't disturb him!"

Xueluo stepped forward in fear and wanted to snatch his son Lin Nuo away from Hetun. She was really worried that if He Tun was unhappy, he would do harm to the little thing, or even kill him.

But Lin Xueluo, who was walking forward, was stopped by Hetun's raised gesture. Hetun didn't want her to come close.

Xue Luodu stayed on the spot and did not dare to step forward rashly. She knew that using force and cruelty with Hetun would not work.

Whether it was Hetun or one of Hetun's adopted sons, it would only take a matter of minutes to kill the mother and son. Therefore, Xueluo did not dare to rashly disobey the prestige of Nihetun.

"Father, are you tired?" the little guy asked.

"My foster father is not tired! My foster father is as strong as an ox, how can he be tired?"

The solemn look on Hetun's face probably only lasted for less than a minute, and he returned to being happy again.

"That's great! My foster father can go horse riding with Shi Fifteen!"

The little guy started to stand on tiptoes, trying to climb up Hetun's shoulders and let him carry him out of Pett Castle.

"Stand still!"

But this time, Hetun did not follow the little guy's wishes. Instead, he pulled the little guy closer to him, as if he wanted to measure which part of his body the little guy had grown to.

"Why are you still so short? Fifteen, why doesn't my adoptive father never see you grow taller?"

Hetun was a little dissatisfied with Lin Nuo's unimpressive height. He wished that the little guy could grow taller than him in one night.

Unexpectedly, the little guy sniffed his nose and hummed:

"I don't even think you're old, but you have the nerve to think I'm short!"

As soon as the child Lin Nuo said such childish and innocent words, Hetun immediately laughed.

"How old is my foster father...where is he old?"

Hetun then picked up the little Lin Nuo and rubbed his short beard over and over again, pampering him to no end.

This little thing really makes Hetun put it down, and he has endless fun.

Seeing Hetun doting on his son Lin Nuo so much, Xueluo was filled with emotions.

To be honest, during the four years when Lin Nuo was growing up, Hetun had always played the role of an elder very well.

Every time the little one grows up, he will be by his side.

Xueluo could see that Hetun was not a man with abnormal sexual orientation; but he was so clean and self-sufficient. In the previous Hetun, Xueluo had not experienced this, but in the past five years, Hetun had never brought a woman back to Fort Pett.

Xueluo thought: Hetun must have loved a certain woman deeply when he was young! There was a love that lasted until death!

"Mommy, my adoptive father promised me to go horse riding!"

The little guy cheered. A pair of small arms hung tightly around Hetun's neck, and bumped Hetun's chin with his forehead again and again.

"Go, be careful on the road. Remember what mommy taught Nono: you must be loving."

Xueluo knew that he could not stop any of Hetun's decisions.

Once, when Hetun took his one-year-old son Lin Nuo to ride a horse, Xueluo's heart nearly jumped out of his throat.

But one time, the horse Hetun was riding was frightened by a bear, which directly caused Hetun, who was holding Lin Nuo, to roll off the horse.

Hetun had three broken ribs, but Lin Nuo was still curled up in his arms without any injuries.

So after that, Xueluo felt relieved and let Hetun take his son Lin Nuo to go horse riding.

Most of the time, Hetun would let Lao Twelve accompany him. Occasionally, he would take Lin Nuo on a horseback ride alone.

Britain is a country that loves horses.

The British love for equestrian can be described as fanatical. From the royal family to the common people.

The horse plays an important role in traditional British national culture. It is a symbol of wisdom, bravery, agility, loyalty and docility, and also implies nobility, chivalry and gentlemanly demeanor.

The little guy was held in Hetundou's arms and mounted on a majestic British thoroughbred horse; closely followed by Xing Twelve!

Three men, an old man, a young man, and a young man, were galloping through this vast mountain forest at the same time.

Watching the three people and two horses leave, Xueluo calmed down her wandering thoughts, sighed slightly, and turned around to go upstairs.

Originally, there was no study room in this attic.

It can be seen that Hetun, a big boss, doesn't like reading. Naturally, they don’t know that reading is a good habit that can sublimate oneself and cultivate one’s sentiments.

Later, at Xueluo's request, Hetun asked his servants to change this place into a cozy little study.

When his son Lin Nuo was taken out by Hetun to run wild, Xueluo would come into this small study and read quietly.

It seemed that Xueluo's mood was extremely uneasy today.

Not knowing what happened, Xueluo read something akin to conspiracy in Hetun's suddenly cold eyes.

The only thing to blame is, why does the little thing look so much like that man?

How wonderful it would be if it looked like myself!

Do you really think so?

And who was moved to tears when they saw the little guy's little face that looked exactly like that man?

Don’t they all say that a son should look like his mother?

Well, I have to admit, that man’s genes are powerful enough!

I don’t know how that man is living now...

After five years, has he already married Lan Youyou back to the Feng family?

Lan Youyou loves him so much, he must be living a happy life!