Chapter 517 Brat! I Am Your Dear Father!

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"Nono..."

After seeing his son Lin Nuo, Feng Xinglang couldn't calm down anymore.

Although reason was keeping him calm, when he saw his son at this moment, Feng Xinglang seemed unable to calm down.

When he heard that the person who called him turned out to be the bastard father Feng Xinglang, the little guy was startled for a moment, then immediately broke free from Feng Lixin's arms vigilantly, and made a big circle around Feng Xinglang from the door. After drawing away, the little guy quickly rushed out of the private room door.

Use a roundabout tactic!

But the little guy's speed was far inferior to Feng Xinglang's agility; the moment he passed by his side, Feng Xinglang hugged the little thing, and wrapped the little thing into his arms.

"Nonuo, be good, don't run away. I'm your father..."

"Let go of me! You bastard! You are not my father! I don't have your father!"

The little guy struggled, kicking and kicking in Feng Xinglang's arms; but he was lifted off the ground by Feng Xinglang.

"Whether you admit it or not, I am your real father! This is an iron fact, and you can't change it!"

Feng Xinglang tightened his arms, and locked the little thing in his arms.

"Let me go... let me go!"

The little guy is small, but he is very angry. Feng Xinglang's forced hug made him very uncomfortable, so he was determined not to compromise.

At first glance, he is a stubborn breed who eats soft but not hard! It was almost the same as Feng Xinglang when he was a child.

"Xinglang, let go of Nuonuo...you will hurt him if you strangle him like this."

Feng Lixin immediately stepped forward to persuade the father and son who were competing with each other. I was worried that if Feng Xinglang was not careful, he would hurt the little guy who was only 5 years old.

It is completely impossible for Feng Xinglang to let go of his son Lin Nuo in his arms. This was his own son, and he dreamed that the little thing would still be alive. Aizi lost and found again, he refused to let go no matter what.

Feng Xinglang's arms tightened the little guy's kick, and he had no choice but to use his little head to bump Feng Xinglang's chin and face.

Xueluo, who had finished booing with Princess Feng, heard his son Lin Nuo's screams in the corridor, and immediately rushed in at a faster pace.

Then he saw his son Lin Nuo struggling in Feng Xinglang's arms, his little face flushed red.

"Mommy... Mommy, run!"

The little guy's instinctive reaction was to want Mommy Xueluo to escape from the clutches of his bastard father, Feng Xinglang.

But how could Xueluo leave her child behind and leave alone!

"Feng Xinglang, what are you going to do? Let go of Nuonuo!"

Xueluo rushed over, wanting to snatch his son Lin Nuo from Feng Xinglang's arms; but he didn't expect that Feng Xinglang's suddenly freed hand would wrap him half in his arms.

Holding his own son in one hand, and embracing his wife in the other, Feng Xinglang had never been more satisfied.

It seemed that at this moment, all the emptiness and loneliness in the past five years were filled to the brim.

"Xueluo, be good...don't struggle anymore! I won't hurt you...let alone our child...wife!"

Feng Xinglang's breath was heavy and even more urgent. Like a gentle harbor, it warmed Xueluo's erratic heart in an instant.

"Feng Xinglang, you big bastard! Don't grab my mommy!"

The little guy in his arms didn't understand such gentleness, he thought that the bastard father was going to bully his mother again.

When Feng Xinglang freed up one hand to hug Mommy Xueluo, the little guy couldn't reach his father Feng Xinglang's chin, so he bit Feng Xinglang's neck.

"Uh..." Feng Xinglang, who was intoxicated with the recovery of his wife and children, was suddenly bitten by the little guy, and groaned in pain.

"Mummy, go quickly! Go find foster father! Let foster father bring Old Twelve and the others to destroy Feng Xinglang!"

The little guy yelled at the top of his lungs, awakening some Xueluo in the chaos. She struggled to open Feng Xinglang's embrace.

But his son Nuonuo was still in Feng Xinglang's arms, so where could he go?

"Lin Xueluo, where do you want to go? Your dear son is in my hands."

Feng Xinglang narrowed his evil eyes slightly and looked at Lin Xueluo, confident: The little one is in his hands, so are you afraid that the big one will escape?

"Mommy, let's go! Leave me alone! Go back and call the adoptive father... Let the adoptive father bring the old twelve to destroy him!"

The little guy urged Mommy Xueluo to leave. He would rather fall into the hands of his bastard father, Feng Xinglang, than let Mommy Xueluo leave safely.

"Stinky boy! I am your real father! Hetun is our common enemy! Are you still foolish enough to admit that a thief is your father?"

Feng Xinglang sternly called out Hetun's adoptive father's son.

"You are so stupid! You are a bastard! My adoptive father is a good man! He will come to save me! Just wait until you can't afford it!"

Not to be outdone, the little guy talked back to his father, Feng Xinglang, and tried his best to maintain the image of his adoptive father, Hetun.

Seeing that his own son was reticent and his little head was stubborn, Feng Xinglang was so angry that his face turned blue.

"Lin Xueluo, this is the child you raised? Allow him to admit that the thief is his father? How did Hetun treat you back then? You still let your son call him foster father?"

Feng Xinglang couldn't reason with his 5-year-old son, so he glared at the talkative Xueluo.

"Hetun has raised Nuonuo for five years anyway, what's wrong with calling him foster father? On the other hand, you, Feng Xinglang, what have you done for Nuonuo? What qualifications do you have for Nuonuo to recognize you as a father? "

Xueluo really couldn't stand Feng Xinglang's arrogance and domineering. Could this be what Feng Lixin said: his younger brother Feng Xinglang would sincerely take their mother and child home?

With that aggressive arrogance, he wished he could swallow her alive! I really don't see any sincerity.

Do I really expect this man to be sincere to me?

Even if he is so urgent, he just wants to return his own son!

It has nothing to do with Lin Xueluo's half a dime!

"I'm not qualified to be Nuonuo's father, so who is qualified?! Lin Xueluo, have you given me a chance to be a good father?"

"Feng Xinglang, I don't want to quarrel with you! Give me back my son!"

Xue really didn't want to say anything more to this arrogant man. She rushed forward and wanted to snatch the little guy back from Feng Xinglang's iron arm again, but Feng Xinglang's arm was too tight, and she couldn't pull it away at all.

And Xueluo didn't dare to use too much force, for fear of hurting his son Lin Nuo.

"Mommy, hurry up! Leave me alone! If you don't leave, neither of us will be able to leave! There will be no one to inform foster father!"

The little guy's words made Xueluo suddenly change his mind.

In a second, Xueluo stopped the action of snatching his son, and took a few big steps back, away from the reach of Feng Xinglang's arms.

After that, he ran towards the door of the private room without looking back... He really ran away!