Chapter 440 The "Fun" Of Finding Daddy
Three minutes later, Hetun seemed to have regained his calm sense.
And during these three minutes, Xueluo did not flinch or evade, but stood quietly on the spot, resisting Hetun's rage with a silence that was better than sound at this time.
"If your apology is sincere enough... I can consider taking you to Shanghai to find Shi Fifteen now!"
Hetun used cigar scissors to casually cut off the round end of the cigar between his fingers, and then used a match to preheat the end of the cigar. When the end of the cigar had been evenly heated and turned black and shiny, he put the cigar away. into his own mouth.
Hetun's movements were very sophisticated, and he looked at Xueluo with a slightly amused expression.
Xueluo was silent for two or three seconds, then took a few steps towards Hetun on the sofa, and stopped one meter away from Hetun.
With Hetun's skill, he wouldn't have to worry about Xueluo suddenly attacking him. He's fast enough to hit back at anyone who tries to attack him.
Therefore, Hetun waved his hand to Xing Laoba, who wanted to get closer to him, and told him to stay where he was.
With a pop, Xueluo knelt straight in front of Hetun.
"This apology is sincere enough!"
Xueluo looked directly into Xueluo's eyes and knelt upright.
Not to mention Xing Ba, even Hetun was stunned.
"Do you have any backbone? How can you kneel down? Even if there is no gold under your knees, you are not so soft-hearted, right?"
Hetun looked down upon Xueluo's sudden kneeling to him.
Perhaps he admires a tough guy like Feng Xinglang more: even if he is shot three times, he still has to stand up straight! Even if he falls to the ground, he will not kneel down and surrender to him.
"Nothing can compare to my son's safety! Not even my backbone!"
Snowfall deserves it straight. This is her voice as a mother, and it is even more helpless.
Because in front of the powerful Hetun, it is completely useless to fight with him. Since being tough is not enough, you can only be soft with him!
Hetun glanced lightly at Lin Xueluo, who was kneeling in front of him, and seemed to feel that this girl was not only tough, but also able to bend and stretch.
"Okay, get up! I'll give you ten minutes to get ready, and then we'll set off."
Hetun let out a leisurely sound, leaving the cigar smoke in his mouth to savor it, flowing between his tongue, and then slowly spit it out from his mouth. A born king.
I thought Xueluo would say: No need to prepare, I can come out with you now.
But what he didn't expect was that Xueluo climbed up from the ground, ran towards his bedroom upstairs in a hurry, packed a few things as fast as possible, and then hurriedly came downstairs. It took more than five minutes!
Looking at the panting Xueluo, Hetun seemed to be smiling, but not smiling at the same time.
It can be said that Xueluo is the third woman Hetun has been in contact with for a long time.
The first woman, Feng Xinglang's mother, had already been engraved in his mind;
The second woman, the adopted daughter Lan Youyou, let Hetun know: It turns out that women can also be used!
The third woman is Lin Xueluo in front of Hetun...
A woman who can endure humiliation and bear the burden for her children! Quite interesting!
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It took the child Lin Nuo more than an hour to adapt to the time difference between the UK and Shanghai.
In this hour or so, he got used to the high-rise buildings in Shanghai, which were like crackers, as well as the crowded crowds, and the cars that were stuck together like followers. And the always gray sky.
With the grandeur of Pett Castle and the vast and empty forests around it, it is really too big to get in and out.
"Twelve, you think it's such a cold day, why are there so many big sisters not wearing pants? With their legs exposed?"
"..."
"Twelve, you said the road is so blocked, why are they still sitting in the car waiting? Isn't it faster to walk?"
"..."
It seemed that Xing Twelve couldn't answer such a profound question, so the little guy stopped asking.
One of his little hands was held by Xing Twelve, and the other hand held the portrait. From time to time, he looked at the crowd with his big, watery eyes.
The person in the painting is indeed Feng Xinglang. The little guy picked it out of the trash can.
This adult version looks a lot like his own man, so he should be his biological father.
In fact, the little guy’s wish is: to walk out of Pett Castle with mommy to find daddy!
But his adoptive father Hetun only allowed half of his wish to come true: he asked Lin Nuo to go to Shencheng to find his father first, and then return to Pettburg with his father to pick up his mother Lin Xueluo.
The little one could only agree.
An hour later, it was still in vain. But kid Lin Nuo still had no intention of giving up.
In this vast sea of people, it is not easy to find someone who looks the same as the one in the painting.
In fact, Xing Twelve knew that Feng Xinglang was in GK's venture capital group at this moment. But he didn’t take the little guy there directly, but let the little guy experience the ‘fun’ of finding his father.
"Lao Twelve, isn't my dad handsome?"
After a slight pause, the little guy answered his own question and added, "He looks like me, so of course he is handsome!"
So, he looked at Xing Twelve again, "What a pity, you don't look like me at all! Otherwise, you would be handsome!"
"..." Xing Twelve was speechless.
Another hour later, Xing Twelve came to GK Group with Xiao Nag Nao. He didn't go in, but sat in the flower garden outside the GK Group and waited.
"Lao Twelve, do you know my dad?"
"I probably don't know you!"
"Then why did you bring me here?"
"intuition!"
"What's intuition?"
"...It's just a premonition!"
"Did you have a feeling my dad would show up here?"
"Um!"
"Are you familiar with my father?"
"Not familiar!"
"Then why did you have a premonition that my father would appear here?"
"intuition!"
"What's intuition?"
"...It's just a premonition!"
"..."
A Rolls-Royce slowly drove into the sight of child Lin Nuo.
In the past five years, Feng Xinglang has still maintained some habits: dark casual clothes, restrained and calm but not gloomy; fashionable and casual but not eye-catching.
He is still handsome and handsome, yet so handsome that he is wild and evil; supplemented by the maturity and stability after years, there is also a long-lasting sense of vicissitudes...
Lin Nuo's eyes widened.
"Look, does that man look like your father?"
The little guy looked at Feng Xinglang getting out of the Rolls-Royce and stared at the drawing paper...
"Like! So similar! Like me! Just a little older!"
Kid Lin Nuo was about to get up and catch up excitedly, but stopped again.
He looked at something blankly.
Feng Xinglang got out of the Rolls-Royce, walked half way around the car, and took out a three- or four-year-old girl from the other side.