Chapter 473 Bloody Father and Son Meet (Part 1)

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Lin Nuo's pot head really surprised Xing Twelve.

The original little gentleman and Xiao Zhengtai disappeared, and there was a nondescript old-fashioned old man.

That's not the point!

The key is that with the movement of the little guy's head, the lid of the pot will float up and down, it's so cute.

"Fifteen, where's your mother?" Hetun asked solemnly.

It didn't seem like he cared what kind of haircut the little guy got. Or maybe, he knew exactly what Lin Xueluo wanted to do.

"Mummy is not feeling well, so I can't go with you."

What the little guy said made Hetun slightly frown.

Because tonight Hetun is looking forward to seeing: when Lin Xueluo appears in front of Feng Xinglang with Xiao Shiwu in his arms, what a shocked and shocking expression Feng Xinglang will have!

"Your mother is fine during the day, how can you say that she is not feeling well? Twelve, call the doctor."

"No adoptive father, just let Mommy rest at home. I don't like to be followed by Mommy, I don't feel comfortable at all!"

Of course, the little guy also knew that Mummy Xueluo was pretending to be sick.

Because Xueluo really didn't want to go to the banquet. But Xueluo knew that he couldn't stop Hetun, so Hetun had to take his son Lin Nuo to go.

Hetun didn't insist. After all, Xiao Shiwu is the protagonist tonight. Lin Xueluo was just a foil.

It's fine if Lin Xueluo doesn't go, so that he can control the little guy's words and deeds more freely.

They all walked out of the gate of the villa, but the little guy stopped in his tracks. Thinking of something, he turned around and ran into the villa.

When he came out again, he had a well-made crossbow in his hand. This was specially made by Hetun for Yizi Shiwu. Although it is small and light, its lethality is not reduced.

The reason why he went back to get the bow and crossbow was because the little guy heard from Xing Laoba that at the dinner party tonight, he would meet his biological father, Feng Xinglang. How could this great opportunity be missed?

Seeing the bow and crossbow in the little guy's hand, Hetun smiled knowingly: It seems that the meeting between father and son tonight should not be too monotonous!

Three anti-riot vehicles drove out of Repulse Bay without haste.

The little guy was sitting on Hetun's lap, silently staring at the crossbow in his hand.

"Fifteen, when we arrive at the clubhouse in a while, do you want foster father to lead you in, or carry me in? Or, let the old twelve lead you in?"

Hetun was in a good mood tonight, so he patiently asked Lin Nuo, who was a little gloomy.

The little guy pursed his mouth and thought for a while, "Father carry me in! I want my father to hold me!"

It seemed that the image of Feng Xinglang hugging the little girl doll tightly appeared in the little guy's mind again. Fearing that the little girl would catch a cold, she even took off her coat and wrapped it around the little girl...

The little girl is loved and hugged by her own father, and he is also loved and hugged by her adoptive father!

The little girl has it, so does Lin Nuo!

"Okay! Then it's settled. After a while, foster father will walk in with you in his arms!"

Hetun kicked the little thing in his arms with his legs, and rubbed his bearded chin against his little face.

From the beginning to the end, Hetun didn't ask why the little guy was wearing a crossbow!

Indistinctly, he could smell the little anger in the little guy. The anger of wanting to seek justice for Mommy Lin Xueluo!

Such a good start!

Exactly what Hetun expected to see!

*****

This leisure club is not eye-catching, but it is extremely luxurious.

It's a gray area!

Neither black nor white, it can be said to be the buffer zone and transition zone between black and white.

The people in the yamen are even more worried that Hetun will mess up in Shencheng!

Because of Hetun's status, it's not something they can afford.

The entire leisure club was taken over by Hetun.

Ye Shinian, who was dressed up, looked like a well-dressed beast. Seeing that Hetun hadn't arrived yet, he plunged into the flowers and started his journey tonight.

And tonight's Feng Xinglang is quite different.

He didn't strike up a conversation with those dignitaries, nor did he win over those black-headed and white-headed people.

Just savoring the food.

And Yan Bang stayed by Feng Xinglang's side, watching him eat one by one.

"Have a good appetite tonight... Nervous?"

Yan Bang took a sip of the red wine and asked.

"Yes! I was so nervous that I almost forgot my last name!"

Feng Xinglang let out a cold humor, picked up a piece of pastry and stuffed Yan Bang's mouth directly.

Yan Bang seemed a little flattered. He bit the piece of pastry, and at the same time bit Feng Xinglang's finger.

"Sorry! I'm nervous too!" Yan Bang joked.

Feng Xinglang gave Yan Bang a cold look, and continued to taste all kinds of delicacies.

He is indeed tense.

If I get nervous, if I can't control myself, I will kill Hetun in public!

"I'm coming……"

Following the uproar of the crowd, Feng Xinglang glanced towards the red carpet.

After five years, Hetun is still so strong and sturdy. The strong chest almost came out through the clothes.

It's just that he is holding a... little milk baby in his arms?

He looks to be only about five years old: he wears a stupid and cute pot head; his big eyes are full of arrogance on the shoulders of giants.

"My little sister... Could it be that the little milk bag in Hetun's arms is his fifteenth adopted son?"

Ye Shinian had a strong feeling of being cheated. Originally, he thought that Hetun's foster son, Fifteen, should be a very powerful character!

I never thought that it was just a little milk bun?

It seemed that Yan Bang was also taken aback, and said jokingly, "Does Hetun want to open a nursery school?"

Feng Xinglang kept staring at Xiao Shiwu in Hetun's arms.

My heart throbbed inexplicably, and I always felt as if I had seen this little milk baby somewhere.

It wasn't until Feng Xinglang saw Xing Twelve behind Hetun that he realized that he seemed to have fallen into a new round of conspiracy in Hetun.

Feng Xinglang had met Xing Twelve before. And more than once.

Suddenly, Feng Xinglang thought of the 'little brother' that Tuantuan had been nagging about. Now it seems that it should be the little baby in Hetun's arms without a doubt.

Amid a crowd of compliments, Hetun walked towards Feng Xinglang with Xiao Shiwu in his arms.

Not knowing what Hetun wanted to do, Yan Bang subconsciously moved closer to Feng Xinglang.

When he saw Feng Xinglang, the little guy just took a quick look, then turned his head away, hugged Hetun's neck tightly with both hands, and buried his little head in Hetun's shoulder socket.

It seemed that there was a feeling of inferiority that made the little guy dare not, and also unwilling to face Feng Xinglang.

"Fifteen, quickly call this uncle. This uncle is very powerful. I heard that he was hit by three bullets and he didn't die!"

Hetun slightly moved the little guy's body, making him face Feng Xinglang directly.

At the same time, it was also convenient for Feng Xinglang to see the little guy more carefully.