Chapter 631 Helping Father Feng Xinglang Break Out of Prison

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Obviously, the 5-year-old Lin Nuo's IQ is completely insufficient.

Dealing with Xing Lao Si and Xing Lao Wu is barely enough, but it seems to be a lot harder to deal with Xing Lao Ba.

Of course, this does not prevent Lin Nuo from feeling good about himself. He completely felt that he had completely surpassed Xing Laoba's IQ.

Because at this moment, he has successfully avoided the follower-like fifth Xing, and dismissed eighth Xing, quietly sneaked into the dark room behind the doctor with two pockets of delicious food.

Of course, if Xing Ba hadn't let the little thing win on purpose to fulfill his filial piety; otherwise, even Xiao Shiwu, who had grown wings, would not be able to fly out of Xing Ba's palm.

After the doctor checked Feng Xinglang's vital signs and left, the little guy crawled out from under the board.

Feng Xinglang felt it, but it was a little hard to believe: before Hetun returned to Peter's Fort, he still had the opportunity to see his own son.

"Feng Xinglang, are you hungry? I brought you dumplings, bacon rolls, and milk. Eat quickly."

The little guy specially wore a pair of suspender jeans today, which can facilitate him to put a lot of food. And he carefully packed all kinds of food separately in fresh-keeping bags.

Lin Nuo took all the food out of his overalls and spread it out on the edge of his father Feng Xinglang's lap. He also opened the lid of the milk bottle for his father, tied the straw inside in one go, and then brought it to his father's mouth...

This should be a type of children's milk, with a picture of a baby milk baby printed on it. Perhaps the little guy was worried that taking other milk would be too eye-catching, so he took his own children's milk.

Feng Xinglang did not open his thin lips, but hugged the son next to him tightly in his arms; kissing the little guy's cheek and head in a messy and fanatical way.

The little guy seemed to be taken aback by his father's sudden display of paternal love. Somewhat embarrassed, she buried her small face in Feng Xinglang's shoulder. It seems that the little guy is not quite used to being so pampered by his own father.

After all, paternal love has been missing for five years. Suddenly overflowing with fatherly love, the little guy was really a little dazed. It's like eating too much food and it's hard to consume it for a while.

"Feng...Feng Xinglang, eat quickly, it will be bad if the old man finds out in a while."

The little guy brought the milk bottle to his father Feng Xinglang's mouth again.

"My dear son, drink it... Dad is not hungry."

Feng Xinglang couldn't hurt the little thing in his arms enough, and his hospitality was hard to give up, so he took a small sip.

As a result, his eyes were moistened.

This little thing seemed to soften his heart.

"Nonuo, Dad loves you...I love you very much."

Seemingly a little awkward on how to express his overflowing fatherly love, Feng Xinglang hugged his son in his arms again.

"Actually, Dad can feel that Nuonuo also loves Dad, right?"

Feng Xinglang still cared a lot about the image of his own bastard father in his son's mind.

"Feng Xinglang, don't say these things are useless. Just because I brought you food... doesn't mean that Mommy and I have forgiven you. Anyway, if Mommy won't forgive you, I won't forgive you either. !"

The little guy lowered his head, took out a steamed dumpling from the fresh-keeping bag and stuffed it into his father Feng Xinglang's mouth.

Seeing his son's gloomy appearance, Feng Xinglang comforted him distressedly: "Nuo Nuo, as long as your mommy stays in Shencheng, she will be safe. Because your uncle will take good care of your mommy for us."

Feng Xinglang knew that the little guy missed his dear mommy.

"But, but Old Eight said that Mommy will go back to Fort Petter with foster father."

The little guy was looking forward to Mommy Xueluo's return to Fort Petter. It seemed that for the sake of Mommy's safety, he didn't want Mommy to come back. Very contradictory little psychology.

"If your mommy comes back again, she's really stupid to grandma's house!" Feng Xinglang sighed.

"You are so stupid to grandma's house! My mommy came back because she wanted me to love me!"

The little guy snorted coldly. I am very dissatisfied with anyone insulting my dear mommy. It also includes the bastard father Feng Xinglang.

Feng Xinglang was amused by his son's sudden fury. Make fun of the suffering of the prisoners.

"Okay, your mommy is not stupid, it's my own father who is too bastard! I have insulted your own mother's radiant and great maternal love."

Until this moment, Feng Xinglang did not regret that he sent himself to Hetun as a prisoner.

The trouble should end it. In order to regain the recognition of his wife and children, he did not suffer in vain.

Suddenly, the little guy became quiet, leaned over and quickly lifted the quilt from his father Feng Xinglang's feet, and saw the gleaming anklets, which were connected to the welded buttocks.

No wonder the bastard Feng Xinglang would always lie on the bed. Then, the little guy burst into tears.

"It's okay, be good! Don't cry, Dad is okay..."

Feng Xinglang kissed the little guy's cheek, and his teary eyes. He sucked away his son's tears that were about to roll.

"Feng Xinglang, I will find a way to steal the key from Xing Laoba, and then I will prepare you a sleeping bag, compressed biscuits, leather water bottle, binoculars, flashlight...and a map of Fort Peter! Are these enough?"

The little guy wiped his face, and carefully counted with his fingers.

"Why, are you going to help your father escape from prison?"

Feng Xinglang pecked lightly on his son's serious face. At least for this moment, his soul is relieved.

"Your injury...can you walk by yourself? I will help you delay Xing Laoba and Lao Si Lao Wu."

Feng Xinglang thought it was just his son's playful thinking, but he didn't expect that the little guy was very serious.

"Xing Ba is as cunning as a fox... You want to steal the key from him, the degree of difficulty is too high. Dad will not let you take this risk."

"It's okay! Old Ba Xing doesn't dare to do anything to me."

The little guy seemed determined to help his father Feng Xinglang escape from prison.

"Nonuo, you have this kind of filial piety, father is already very satisfied..."

Feng Xinglang's words hadn't finished yet, with a sound of 'Hang Lang', the side door of the dark room was pushed open.

Xing Bafeng Feng Xinglang and his son rushed straight over.

"Old Eight, what are you going to do?"

The little guy was startled, and instinctively opened his small arms to stop his father, Feng Xinglang.

Seeing the little guy glaring at this adult beauty in order to defend his own father, Xing Ba was both angry and funny.

"It's not what I want to do, it's that the adoptive father will be back soon! Waiting for you to pick him up!"

Xing Ba rushed forward, without saying a word, he picked up Xiao Shier.

"Hurry up! If you wait too long for foster father, neither of us will have a good fruit!"