Chapter 474 Bloody Father and Son Meet (Part 2)

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Seeing that he couldn't avoid it, the little guy simply turned around and looked directly at Feng Xinglang.

The little eyes are full of resentment and little sadness.

And the obvious little anger.

With his adoptive father Hetun as his solid backing, kid Lin Nuo seems to have gained a little confidence.

"Feng Xinglang, I hate you!"

The little guy called his name angrily.

This is the beginning of the meeting between father and son.

Lin Nuo nestled in the arms of his adoptive father Hetun, with an arrogant little expression of contempt for Feng Xinglang. It's a little bit like pretending to be a tiger.

But in the depths of the little thing's eyes, it is not difficult to see a hint of hurt and sorrow. With a small grudge.

"..." Feng Xinglang frowned slightly: How can this brat be as virtuous as this old poisonous fish in Hetun? How uneducated!

"Hey, little pot cover, didn't your adoptive father teach you to be polite when you meet elders?"

Seeing that the little guy spoke rudely to Feng Xinglang, Ye Shinian spoke up.

When he reached out to touch the lid of the small thing, but before he could touch Lin Nuo, he was grabbed by Xing Shier behind Hetun.

Xing Twelve, a little fresh meat in his early twenties, is fair and thin; but Ye Shinian did not expect that the clasp on his hand would be terrifyingly strong.

Not only does it hurt, but there is also a severe numbness that has been pinched to the nervous system.

"Sorry, my fifteenth brother doesn't like others touching him!"

Xing Twelve's voice was faint. It's so light that it sounds creepy. Like being able to parade down to the marrow.

Being hated by a little P child by name, Feng Xing Langfeng didn't have much expression on his handsome face.

He stared at the little guy and smiled faintly: "Oh, really? It's not surprising, because your adoptive father hates me too!"

"I hate you, it has nothing to do with my adoptive father! It's my personal grievances with you!"

The little guy retorted. When he glared at Feng Xinglang again, his big, agile eyes were filled with complicated anger.

Personal matters?

Little thing who is only about 5 years old, where does this grievance come from?

Seeing the little guy's stubborn expression, Feng Xinglang raised his eyebrows slightly.

I just feel that every time I look at this little thing deeply, the hostility in my body will be inexplicably settled, and I am so good-tempered that I can't express any anger.

So, Feng Xinglang smiled, and asked gently:

"I really want to hear: what kind of personal grievances do we have between us?"

The little guy squirmed his fleshy lips a few times, and when he wanted to say something, he stopped talking because he remembered Mommy Xueluo's advice.

"I'm too lazy to tell you!"

It's that arrogant little expression that rejects people thousands of miles away. That little look of disdain really makes one's teeth itch and want to beat him up.

"Father, let's go. This man makes Shiwu's mood terrible!"

The little guy turned his head away, and didn't look at Feng Xinglang any more.

"Hahaha, okay, adoptive father will take you away now. Stay away from this person who makes my family hate fifteen!"

After pecking the little guy's baby fat face, Hetun hugged the little guy and left straight away. He walked straightforwardly, without even exchanging polite words on the stage.

"What kind of brat is this? No tutor at all!"

Watching Xing Shiwu who was carried away by Hetun, Ye Shinian shook his numb arm that was pinched by Xing Twelve, and snorted coldly.

But Feng Xinglang's eyes kept chasing Lin Nuo's small figure.

He was obviously just a little boy whom he had never met before, but Feng Xinglang felt inexplicable palpitations in his heart, and even trembled in the depths of his soul! In the dark, it seems that there is a wonderful feeling of deja vu with this little boy...

But Feng Xinglang can be sure: he really just met this little boy named Shiwu for the first time.

But he somehow felt that he and this child seemed to have known each other for many years!

The throbbing in his heart for a long time made Feng Xinglang unable to calm down.

"It's strange that a child raised in Hetun has a tutor! It's just a pity that a little thing that is only a few years old has become a tool used by Hetun!"

Yan Bang sighed slightly, "Lang, I think Hetun wants to fight a protracted war with you! His adoptive son has followed suit! The young boy behind him just now is probably in his twenties. Little one... this Hetun really competes with you!"

Seeing Feng Xinglang staring at the direction of Hetun in silence, Yan Bang asked again: "Lang, what kind of deep hatred do you have with Hetun?"

"Probably because I'm so handsome, this old poisonous fish is envious and jealous of me!"

Feng Xinglang gave a cold humor.

In fact, the question Yan Bang asked was also a question that had always troubled Feng Xinglang. Of course he didn't believe that Hetun would kill the two brothers just because his face didn't fit his eyes.

*****

Toilet.

The man in the mirror has a tall and straight figure and a handsome face.

Feng Xinglang is indeed a handsome man!

Let the cold water flow through your knuckles.

But I couldn't stop thinking about the little boy in Hetun's arms just now: Why is that stubborn little boy so familiar?

With a click, Feng Xinglang heard the sound of the bathroom door being closed and locked.

"Feng Xinglang!"

Then, there was a childish call.

Looking back, Feng Xinglang saw the little guy with his hands behind his back.

The little guy looks very pleasing: the cute pot head with eyebrows, the waxy baby cheeks, the flickering black and white eyes, the clear eyes are sprouting and aura; the corners of the mouth are lazily raised, arrogant And stubborn...

When the four eyes met, Feng Xinglang couldn't help showing a gentle and friendly smile towards Xing Shiwu.

Knowing that the little guy was Hetun's adopted son, Feng Xinglang couldn't hate this little guy. Not to mention a little milk baby.

"Are you... wanting to talk to me alone?"

Glancing at the door locked by the little guy, Feng Xinglang said leisurely.

"Feng Xinglang, you are so annoying! You actually bullied a girl!"

Kid Lin Nuo said indignantly.

Bully a girl? Where did this come from?

"Can we talk about some gentle and positive topics. For example: Optimus Prime who saved the earth, or Ultraman who defeated monsters again and again?"

Feng Xinglang didn't seem to like that little thing always being aggressive when talking to him.

"Then I will destroy you on behalf of the earth!"

Filled with righteous indignation, the little guy took out a crossbow from behind, aimed at Feng Xinglang and shot at Feng Xinglang.

To be honest, Feng Xinglang really didn't expect this little guy to be so aggressive!

More or less, Feng Xinglang still felt inexplicably sad.

The little guy's movements and postures are very standard. You can tell by looking at it that you have been trained since you were a child.

As expected, this little thing was indeed raised by Hetun and used as a tool to deal with him, Feng Xinglang!

With Feng Xinglang's agility, he could completely avoid the flying arrows that kid Lin Nuo shot at him, but for some reason, or because he was absent-minded, the arrows still hit Feng Xinglang's shoulder.

A few seconds later, the smoky gray suit on Feng Xinglang's left shoulder was stained red with blood.

This is a continuous crossbow that can shoot three arrows in a row...