Chapter 600

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His child is close at hand, but he cannot touch it.

For Feng Xinglang, who is a father, nothing could be more sad than this.

"Nonuo... Come to Dad quickly. Let the bastard father take a good look at you..."

Feng Xinglang changed his son's favorite name, trying to please the little guy who was unwilling to take a step forward. But the little guy was still silent on the spot, no matter how Feng Xinglang stretched his arms, he couldn't touch him.

The little guy didn't take a step forward, nor did he retreat. He just stood there silently, staring intently at his somewhat embarrassed relative Feng Xinglang.

The little guy saw the overturned and spilled black rice porridge on the ground outside the iron fence, as well as scattered bacon rolls.

It seemed that she suddenly understood the real intention behind Mommy Xueluo's putting chocolate beans in her pocket.

"Feng Xinglang, why did you foolishly come here and take my adoptive father as a prisoner?"

After the little guy was silent for a minute or two, he asked abruptly.

Feng Xinglang's hand that had been raised all along slowly lowered, and he squeezed his face out of the iron fence.

"Because my wife and children are here! I just want to be closer to you mother and child... closer!"

Feng Xinglang used words that his son Lin Nuo could understand. The original intention was not to be sensational, but it achieved a sensational effect.

"Are you repenting for abandoning your wife and son twice?"

Every time his son said the words 'abandon his wife and son', Feng Xinglang's heart would be pricked.

"Nonuo, Dad doesn't want to find any excuses to justify his actions."

"But in life, there will always be some unavoidable things."

"It's like I want to save your uncle, but I also want to save your mommy; I want to catch you, but I also want to catch your sister Feng Tuantuan... But I can't do it! So I can only save you Uncle, then die with your mommy; before I saw the ocean ball pool, I ran towards you..."

"I'm really ashamed of you and your mommy, I've always wanted to make it up..."

"But I'm missing an opportunity!"

"Only you and your mommy can give me this chance."

Feng Xinglang didn't know how much his 5-year-old son could understand, but he still expressed his inner thoughts.

It sounds more like: when a man is about to die, his words are also good.

Lin Nuo listened to his father Feng Xinglang's 'excuse', and there was another long silence.

"It's been fifteen, it's getting late, go back to your mommy's arms and go to sleep."

Xing Ba didn't want Feng Xinglang and Xiao Shiwu to continue their father-son relationship.

Because Feng Xinglang and his adoptive father Hetun had already reached the point where fire and water were incompatible.

Whether he takes the initiative or is forced, it is only a matter of time before Feng Xinglang and Xiao Shiwu's father and son fight each other!

"I want to sleep with you tonight! Please go and wash your stinky feet! If it stinks to me, I will have my adoptive father cut off your stinky feet!"

What the little guy said really flattered Xing Ba.

You know, the little guy has always been spoiled and rarely gives others a chance to please him.

"The one who sleeps with me or something... just leave it alone. You are so delicate and expensive, I really can't bear it!"

At this moment, Xing Ba is like the concubine Leng in the deep palace, who is suddenly called out to be favored by her, and she really can't get used to it.

"You're thinking too much! I want you to sleep with me! I'll sleep with you, and you will sleep on the floor."

The little guy gave Xing Ba a cold look again, "Go and get ready, I'll go to your room in a while."

Xing Ba retreated in response. But it didn't go far. He really wanted to hear: What exactly would Xiao Shiwu and Feng Xinglang talk about.

"Nonuo, come to Dad quickly."

After Xing Ba left, Feng Xinglang immediately called his son Lin Nuo in a gentle voice.

But the little guy just sent the fairy tale in his hand to a place within Feng Xinglang's reach. But his people did not come forward.

"Read it to me!"

Feng Xinglang was startled for a moment, his active mind thought: Did Lin Xueluo put some notes in the book?

But the fairy tale book is just a fairy tale book, and Feng Xinglang's brainstorming did not conjure up any notes.

"Would you like to read it to me?"

"No, I would."

"In the midst of winter, when flakes of snow like goose feathers were flying everywhere in the sky, there was a queen sitting by a window in the palace, doing needlework for her daughter..."

Accompanied by Feng Xinglang's reading aloud, the little guy quietly stared at Feng Xinglang...

It seems a bit different from the paternal companionship he was expecting!

The father in his mind should be the hero of the world, who can protect him and mommy... instead of being like a prisoner in a mess like he is now.

But even the father of a prisoner is extremely longing for Lin Nuo.

"Soon, the king's father married another wife. This queen was very beautiful, but she was very proud and jealous..."

"Why did the king's father marry another wife? Doesn't he love his original wife and children?"

The little guy interrupted Feng Xinglang's reading and asked persistently.

Feng Xinglang was slightly taken aback, as if he didn't expect his son to ask such a question.

Is it to explain to your son that in fairy tales, you can have three wives and four concubines? Or explain to your son that this is just a fictional story?

"It should be that I don't love you! If I were that king, I would never marry again! I would only consider you and your mommy to be my wife and children!"

Feng Xinglang looked directly at his son's childish face, and replied softly.

The father and son just looked at each other. There is a feeling that can only be understood in the same vein.

After a long time, Lin Nuo looked back, and then slowly took two steps forward; it was so close that Feng Xinglang could touch him.

"Nonuo... Dad's good boy."

Feng Xinglang finally hugged his child, a sour feeling appeared in his nose.

Faintly, Feng Xinglang felt his son Lin Nuo stuffing things into his pockets; again and again, several times in a row.

Taking advantage of being embraced by his father, Feng Xinglang, the little guy stuffed the chocolate beans in his pocket into Feng Xinglang's pocket.

Feng Xinglang was about to touch his pocket, but Lin Nuo made a booing gesture towards him.

He held his father Feng Xinglang's right hand, blood was smeared on the back of his hand, and the palm was even more scorched.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

Feng Xinglang spoke out first to comfort his silent and sad son.

The bright liquid accumulated in the little guy's eye sockets, but it never rolled down.

"Feng Xinglang, you read it too badly...I really can't listen to it anymore! Just wait, I'm leaving!"

The little guy turned and left without looking back.

"Nono... Nono!"

Feng Xinglang called out twice, until there was a heavy knock on the door in the passage.

Subconsciously, Feng Xinglang reached into his pocket, and took out a few round things from it.

It turned out to be chocolate beans!