Chapter 602: The Sensational Last Trump Card (Part 2)

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Xing Ba was eating breakfast, and he was eating quite slowly.

He clearly felt a little trouble walking towards him step by step.

Half of the ham was in the mouth, and half was almost in the throat; Xing Ba swallowed the food in his mouth abruptly.

That taste is not good.

Enjoying delicious food and mechanically filling your stomach are two completely different mental states.

"Old Ba, open the door, I forgot my book of fairy tales in the basement."

The little guy's voice had a hint of coquettish tone, but this time there was no stern voice as if he was pretending to be a tiger.

"Fifteen, you have to know: Although the adoptive father is not at home, he will always have other ways to know everything that happens at home."

Xing Ba's voice was very low. It was so low that only Xiao Shiwu who was close to him could hear clearly.

"It's fine if you don't tell foster father?" The little guy asked back.

Xing Ba sighed and shook his head, "Father doesn't trust anyone, he only trusts his own eyes!"

It seems that the little guy still doesn't understand.

In fact, Hetun was playing the final game with Feng Xinglang.

He Tun wanted to see if he, his adoptive father, could beat his biological father, Feng Xinglang!

And Feng Xinglang seems to be playing such a game with Hetun:

After all, it was the blood-thicker-than-water family relationship that finally saved their father-son relationship;

Or is Hetun, the adoptive father, better in the eyes of his son?

Therefore, Hetun allowed the little guy to develop a father-son relationship with Feng Xinglang.

It's good that it's controllable, but if it develops to an uncontrollable level, it will only bring disaster to Feng Xinglang.

And for the Xueluo mother and son, the prospects would not be too good.

"Nuo Nuo, don't pester your starling, go back to the study and wait for the teacher. The teacher will be here soon."

Xueluo could still understand Xing Ba's sentence, "The adoptive father doesn't trust anyone, he only trusts his own eyes".

On the surface, Hetun is indifferent, but he monitors the family in many ways.

After lunch, Xueluo sent the teacher away.

And Lin Nuo is also entangled with Xing Ba.

Looking at the little guy's bulging pockets, Xing Ba frowned: Is this father's charm really as magical as in the legend?

How could this be to take back his fairy tale book, he clearly wanted to go into the basement to deliver food to that bastard father of Feng Xinglang!

Of course, if Xing Ba saw it, it was the same as not seeing it!

Anyway, he had already given the order: let Lin Xueluo's mother and son develop their relationship with Feng Xinglang!

Although the adoptive father Hetun said so, Xing Ba could still feel the calm coldness in the adoptive father's eyes!

For Xueluo's mother and son: the more affectionate they are to Feng Xinglang, the more they are digging their own grave.

So, after enjoying the little guy's coquetry and cuteness for a while, Xing Ba opened the door leading to the basement.

In fact, chocolate beans are really a good thing.

Not only is it sweet and heart-warming, but also high in calories, which can supplement the energy needed by the body to the greatest extent.

It's just that every time Feng Xinglang eats one, he feels uncomfortable. I'm not willing to eat more!

He can feel: his children love him.

Even though he had abandoned him twice, the little thing still had a heart of hope and longing for fatherly love.

The darkness in his eyes gave Feng Xinglang more time to think.

Not as restless as imagined, but surprisingly peaceful.

When he heard the sound of the door being opened again, Feng Xinglang jumped up from the board, and hit the iron fence with his body, blocking his pace from rushing to his son Lin Nuo.

"Nono..."

Feng Xinglang's voice was joyful and relieved. But got a dehydrated husky.

Because the wound on his hand could not be treated with medicine, Feng Xinglang's body seemed to be heating up.

"I'm here to get my fairy tale book!"

The little guy explained his purpose. But his gaze was deeply attached to Feng Xinglang's body.

"Oh, then you can get it."

Feng Xinglang did not deliver the fairy tale book, but placed it on the ground inside the iron fence.

The little guy needs to get close to get it.

Feng Xinglang squatted halfway, staring at his son who was slowly approaching him; a slight smile evoked on his chapped lips, and slowly rippled on his pale handsome face.

"Nonuo, you can come to see Dad, Dad is really happy..."

Feng Xinglang's voice was so hoarse that there were almost only mouth shapes left. But his eyes were full of deep love for his son.

"It's all said: I'm just here to get my book of fairy tales!"

It seemed that the little guy didn't want to admit that he came in to see his bastard father.

Feng Xinglang stopped making a sound, but hugged his approaching son Lin Nuo tightly in his arms.

"Nonuo, Dad loves you... always loves you!"

Feng Xinglang's voice was deep and hoarse, only the father and son could hear it.

But because of the restraint of the handcuffs, this kind of hug is not enjoyable and not very comfortable; but the little guy is still intoxicated by the way of hugging like a bastard father.

In fact, he wasn't completely intoxicated, at least he cleverly stuffed the food in his pocket into Feng Xinglang's pocket.

Five minutes later, the little guy came out of the basement holding the book of fairy tales.

Xing Ba's mind was wide open: Is there Feng Xinglang's blood book in this fairy tale book?

For example, write a paragraph: "Honey, I was wrong; I have always loved you deeply" nonsense.

So, Xing Ba stretched his feet a little, and tripped the thoughtful Xiao Shiwu a big somersault.

The little guy didn't fall, but the fairy tale book was thrown far away.

Xing Laoba picked up the fairy tale book first.

After turning the pages quickly, Xing Ba was more or less disappointed that the blood book was missing.

But I saw a small piece of paper with yellowed and rough edges falling out of it.

Xing Laoba was extremely fast, and picked up the small piece of paper before the little guy, flipping it upside down: he saw that it was a color ultrasound picture, but he couldn't tell what it was on the picture.

"What the hell?"

"With your IQ, you can't understand it!"

The little guy stood on tiptoe and quickly snatched the little color ultrasound picture from Xing Ba's hand.

The little guy has seen this little picture before.

That was what the little guy saw in the safe of his father Feng Xinglang's CEO's office.

Daddy is very precious.

"Can you understand?"

Xing Ba asked back. Even he couldn't understand it, if he, a little P child, could understand it, he would be a fucking dog!

The little guy was too lazy to chat with Xing Ba, but picked up the fairy tale book, grabbed the small picture in his hand, and ran towards Mommy Xueluo's room like a little cheetah.

"Mommy, this is given to you by your bastard father! Take a look."

Panting, the little guy lifted the small picture in his hand to Mommy Xueluo.

When Xueluo saw the picture of the little color ultrasound, he froze for a few seconds, and then burst into tears...