Chapter 439 Overbearing

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Hetun's words made Xueluo stagger in shock.

"What? You, you asked Shiwu to go to Shencheng to find his father? He...he is a five-year-old child!"

All of this happened so suddenly, Xueluo's heart almost flew out of her own tongue.

Xueluo thought of N kinds of scenes where she and her son Lin Nuo met Feng Xinglang again, but none of them was like this: Hetun actually sent a 5-year-old little P child back to Shanghai to find his father!

"Don't worry, there is old twelve accompanying fifteen! No one can hurt my adopted son in Hetun!"

Hetun put a large piece of bacon roll into his mouth and ate it deliciously. There seemed to be no concern for the safety of the little one.

No matter who was accompanying her son Lin Nuo, as a mother, Xueluo couldn't rest assured. Xueluo can only rest assured that her child is in her own hands!

"Mr. Xing, how could you let Shiwu go to Shencheng without discussing it with me?"

Xueluo didn't dare to blame Hetun, but there was still a hint of blame in her gentle words.

"Fifteen is my adoptive son in Hetun. I don't need to discuss with anyone when I make any decision!"

It's this kind of domineering tone again, which is so domineering that it makes people outrageous.

Xueluo knew that if he couldn't stand Hetun, he would have to! Unless you don't want to see your son anymore!

"Besides, this is also the wish I made on the fifteenth Christmas Eve! How could I not be as good as he wished?"

Hetun said in a leisurely voice. After taking a sip of red wine, he seemed to be in an unusually good mood. Perhaps in the past five years, what Hetun has been waiting for is the arrival of this day.

Oh my god, the wish made by his son Lin Nuo turned out to be to find his own father? Does he know who his own father is?

Also, shouldn't the son's wish be to walk out of Peter's Fort with his mother?

Xueluo wasn't sure if Hetun had lied to her. I just feel that there is no need to lie to her at all for a self-respecting person like Hetun!

Even if he said something that Xueluo didn't like to hear, Xueluo couldn't do anything to him, right?

"Mr. Xing, you, did you say something to Fifteen?"

Xueluo asked cautiously in a low voice.

"Um?"

Hetun raised his eyebrows, a little confused about what Xueluo wanted to ask.

"Did you tell Fifteen about his father?"

Xueluo clarified the topic. Because in the past five years, Xueluo has never been willing to tell his son Lin Nuo a word about his own father.

"No! I just reminded fifteen: the person on the painting should be in Shencheng! That's all!"

Hetun had no intention of hiding Xueluo. There is no need for that at all.

He is a big man of the heroic level, and he can't make a fool of a weak woman. So aboveboard!

"The person in the painting? Who is it?"

Xueluo was startled, and asked in a tight voice.

"Don't you know?" Hetun asked back.

Xue fell silent. She was a little unsure which painting Hetun was talking about.

"Fifteen took that painting out of his pocket, and it's still crumpled. The person painted on it looks like Feng Xinglang at first glance! Didn't you draw it for Fifteen?"

Hetun glanced at Xueluo lightly. It seemed that she was a little bit indifferent to playing such a trick in front of him.

Feng Xinglang's portrait?

Xueluo remembered: I seemed to have painted a complete frontal portrait of Feng Xinglang once. And isn't it already thrown into the trash can by yourself? How did it fall into the hands of his son Lin Nuo?

Could it be... Could it be that the little guy picked it out of the trash can by himself?

Xueluo took a deep breath and sighed slightly:

"Whether you believe it or not, I really didn't tell Fifteen that Feng Xinglang is his father!"

"It's okay! Even if you don't tell him, I will tell him!"

Hetun smiled, "It's just that you and I don't need to tell him now! Fifteen is holding that painting by himself, and he is looking for his own father in Shanghai!"

"..." Xueluo was speechless for a moment.

She really couldn't imagine that a child who was only 5 years old was holding a sketch portrait and looking for the person in the painting in the streets and alleys.

Even if he didn't see it, Xueluo already felt heartbroken.

"Twelve will lead Fifteen to find Feng Xinglang, right?"

Xueluo calmed down the bitterness in her heart, and asked calmly.

Hetun nodded, "Of course!"

"Mr. Xing, I'm Nuonuo's mother, I don't want him to recognize Feng Xinglang, is that okay?"

Xueluo's voice carried the meaning of pleading weeping.

"Why?"

Hetun put down the red wine glass in his hand and looked at Xueluo squarely.

"Because everything between me and Feng Xinglang is over! From the day you took me away five years ago, I have already broken everything with him! He didn't know about Nuonuo's existence, he thought I was The child was aborted in that hospital! I also stabbed him in the chest with a scalpel, and the relationship between me and him is over... It's all over! Do you understand? Feng Xinglang and I Everything is over!"

Xueluo roared almost hysterically.

Perhaps, deep down in Xueluo's heart, it wasn't that she didn't want their father and son to recognize each other, but she clearly knew: In the current situation, it's better not to recognize each other than to recognize each other!

Hello everyone!

Hetun seemed startled by Xueluo's words. Not her rant, but the content of her rant.

A few seconds later, Hetun actually smiled.

"Interesting! It's so interesting! Feng Xinglang doesn't know that his son is still alive? Hahaha, this game is getting more and more interesting!"

Hetun is immersed in his world of revenge.

Or in the end, what he wants is not the pleasure of revenge, but...

But...even he himself doesn't know what he wants!

Judging from Hetun's intoxicated face, Xueluo felt that what he was most worried about had happened.

"Mr. Xing, don't you want to use Nuonuo as a bargaining chip to fight Feng Xinglang?"

Xueluo's eyes were filled with tears that were about to flow. And anger, and helplessness.

Hetun shook his head, "I promised you that in my lifetime, I will keep Fifteen safe! So, Fifteen will be fine!"

After a slight pause, Hetun added coldly, "Something's going on...it will be him, Feng Xinglang! Three bullets didn't kill him, what a fate!"

Whether it was his son Lin Nuo or Feng Xinglang, Xueluo didn't want to see their father and son get hurt!

So, Xueluo asked boldly: "Mr. Xing, did you ever really love Feng Xinglang's mother? If you really loved her, why would you kill her child? Feng Xinglang's mother If she knew that you treated her own son like this, how sad she would be under Jiuquan! She will hate you!"

"Shut up!"

With a loud bang, the furious Hetun overturned the entire dining table to the ground.

The muscles on his resolute face were constantly beating, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. He was already extremely angry.