Chapter 593 Are You Trying to Play Tricks?

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Hetun wished that Feng Xinglang and Xiao Shiwu, father and son, could do it face to face.

It is best to meet each other in arms!

Brothers and sisters who died before birth? The little guy looked up at his adoptive father Hetun in a daze, full of puzzlement.

"Your mother is pregnant with Feng Xinglang's child again. It's a pity that when your bastard father abandoned his wife and son, he must have been frightened and cruelly aborted! It's very pitiful!"

Hetun's semi-speculative words are just to increase the hatred between Xiao Shiwu and his own father.

Such behavior is really despicable.

But in order to 'compete' with Feng Xinglang, his father, Hetun really worked hard.

Even this kind of distance meter that can't be used on the table is used. And Xiao Shiwu is only 5 years old. Hetun really tried his best.

The little guy bit his mouth. He seemed to remember that the bastard Feng Xinglang had said that his mother's health was not good and she needed to rest.

When Feng Xinglang came in, he saw his own son nestled in Hetun's arms, and the two were having an intimate conversation.

"Don't mention the sad things, let's eat another piece of meat! Only when you grow strong can you avenge your mother and younger siblings."

Hetun didn't look at Feng Xinglang directly, and ignored Feng Xinglang's existence with contempt.

But with a good temper and patience, he personally fed a piece of Dongpo meat to his adopted son Xiaoshiwu. The little guy pouted and ate happily.

It's all right for his own son to recognize the thief as his father, but he still shows a picture of his own father in front of his own father?

Xing Twelve really wanted to ask Feng Xinglang's shadow area in his heart at this moment!

Feng Xinglang was alone, except for the clothes he was wearing, he didn't even bring any luggage.

To be a prisoner, one must have the attitude of being a prisoner.

At least be sincere.

"Hetun, can you give me back my wife and children?"

Feng Xinglang, who was ignored, did not show his angry side, but spoke calmly to show his existence.

"What? What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly...how about you say it again?"

Hetun snorted and sneered, as arrogant as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"I have come to beg you: give me back my wife and children."

Feng Xinglang stared deeply at his son Nuonuo who was held in Hetun's arms, and sighed softly:

"Hetun, no matter how much you divide our relationship between father and son, you can't change the blood between me and my son! Nuonuo is still young, he may be bewitched by you; but one day, he will understand me This father's!"

Feng Xinglang knew that his child was still young and might not be able to tell right from wrong, but he believed that his child would definitely accept him as his father.

Hetun's eyes turned cold, "Why, are you here to play tricks on me?"

"No... I'm here to be your prisoner!"

Feng Xinglang smiled faintly. Speech is quite calm.

"Give me a prisoner?"

Hetun raised his sword eyebrows, "Are you talking about it, how do you want to be my prisoner?"

It seemed that he was a little bit interested in this topic of Feng Xinglang.

"No matter how you deal with me... I just want to be closer to my wife and children. Even if I can't see them, at least I can feel the existence of their mother and child, very close to me!"

Feng Xinglang's words were very provocative. Of course it was not sensational for Hetun. The purpose of his trip was to let Lin Xueluo's mother and son feel his need for them.

Strong need!

"Heh!" Hetun sneered, "Why, are you playing tricks?"

Hetun's words hit the nail on the head.

How could he fail to see the purpose of Feng Xinglang's low profile!

Did he actually want to take his little Shiwu away from Hetun in such a nasty way? How despicable and shameless!

"I also hope that Mr. Hetun can fulfill Feng Xinglang's love for my son!"

Feng Xinglang accepted Hetun's taunt in a low and deep voice.

"Want to be my prisoner? Okay..."

Hetun snorted coldly. Sending them to your door begging for torture, begging for a slap in the face, how can Hetun not fulfill Feng Xinglang's reason?

"No, no!"

Xue Fang in the kitchen couldn't take it anymore, but rushed out.

"Mr. Xing, Feng Xinglang must have conspired to do this. You should drive him out."

Xueluo didn't know why Feng Xinglang wanted to be a prisoner of Hetun, but she really couldn't bear to see her child under the same roof as his father, or disobey Feng Xinglang, or watch Feng Xinglang being bullied by Hetun.

"Why, with your IQ in Hetun, are you afraid that I will come here alone to molest you?"

Feng Xinglang was excited that Hetun could 'take' him as a prisoner.

"That makes sense! Then I'll reluctantly take you in as my prisoner!"

It's not that Hetun fell into Feng Xinglang's aggressive method, but from the arrogant and arrogant Hetun's point of view: Even if he really treats Feng Xinglang as a prisoner, how can Feng Xinglang be able to stand him?

"Mr. Hetun is so courageous!"

Feng Xinglang took advantage of the situation and praised Hetun.

But his gaze was deeply fixed on Lin Xueluo, looking directly into her eyes, with his burning eyes.

He wanted women to feel that what he did was for their mother and child!

That gaze seemed to want to tell Lin Xueluo: Leaving their mother and son, he, Feng Xinglang, has nothing to love!

Xueluo didn't dare to look directly into Feng Xinglang's gaze, and always felt that such sharp gaze made one's heart palpitate.

What exactly does this man want to do?

Is it really a fool who wants to be a prisoner in Hetun? Or is it just another conspiracy that this man came up with to try to destroy Hetun?

"Old Ba, take Feng Xinglang to a place where prisoners should stay!"

Hetun let out a cold cry.

He really didn't think Feng Xinglang would dare to cause any waves on his Hetun territory alone!

What if he really locked him up?

Will it bite him?

With a "click", Xing Twelve stuck a pair of shining handcuffs on Feng Xinglang's wrist.

Feng Xinglang didn't resist, and just accepted it.

And his eyes were either staring at Lin Xueluo, or staring at his son Lin Nuo tenderly.

"I didn't realize until I lost it: without you mother and son, I, Feng Xinglang, would have nothing to love!"

Whether it's sensational or a show; when these hoarse and deep words overflowed from Feng Xinglang's mouth, it was full of tear-jerking effects.

Xueluo didn't know if this was a trick played by the man, but being able to hear these words from the man's mouth, whether it was true or not, moved her for the last time.

Xueluo clenched her teeth tightly, and just watched helplessly as Feng Xinglang was walked towards the small black room in the basement by Xing Ba.

It all happened so suddenly...

Suddenly, Lin Nuo, who was only 5 years old, couldn't react at all: What did his father, Feng Xinglang, mean by the phrase "There is nothing to love in life"?