Chapter 633!

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It is a tactic to delay the attack, and it is also an expression of Hetun's dissatisfaction with the situation that the little guy is not too enthusiastic.

From Hetun's point of view: Xiao Shiwu should have cheered when he saw him as a adoptive father. Instead of just asking his own mother.

"Of course Shiwu misses her adoptive father too... It's just that Mommy is a girl, so Shiwu must miss her more."

The little guy didn't change his mother Lin Xueluo's priority in his mind because of Hetun's unhappiness. For a little P child who is only 5 years old, no one can ever replace the status of his mother.

"Well! That's a good enough reason! Father-in-law will forgive you for neglecting father-in-law!"

Hetun hugged the little guy horizontally, and with a roundabout, he let the little guy ride on his shoulders.

This action used to be Xiao Shiwu's favorite way of intimacy. I always feel that I am riding on the shoulders of my adoptive father Hetun, and I am superior to other foster brothers. It is better to let him pretend to be a tiger.

But when he was riding on Hetun's shoulders today, the little guy didn't feel any joy, he just kept looking at the winding mountain road behind him. It's been a few days since I saw my own mommy, and the little guy almost cried thinking about it.

"Father, you are so mean! You actually left my mother, a girl, in Shencheng?"

The little guy snorted with complaints in his little nose.

Being questioned by the little guy, Hetun was a bit at a loss for an answer. I wanted to tell the little guy the truth, but I didn't want Xiao Shiwu to make trouble with him after hearing the truth.

"Don't worry, your twelfth brother is with your mommy."

After all, Hetun still doesn't want to make the 5-year-old little thing sad. Then weeping and arguing with him.

Only then did the little guy realize that Xing Twelve did not come to Fort Peter with his adoptive father, Hetun. It was a stranger who came back with his adoptive father. It seems that I have never seen it in Peter's Castle.

This person is Xing Shi. Xing Er temporarily left him by Hetun's side.

Xing Shi looked at Xiao Shiwu who was riding on Hetun's shoulder, his gaze was very indifferent. It's not like other adoptive sons who can't help but raise the corners of their mouths when they see the little guy.

"What are you looking at? Who are you? I don't like you, do you understand? Stop staring at me!"

The little guy's nameless fire came really nonsensically. Maybe I just want to vent my bitterness and sadness of not being able to see my dear mommy.

Xing Shi looked away, but still stood at a distance of two or three meters from Hetun, and did not move away because of the unfriendly roar of the little guy.

"Fifteen, don't be rude! He is your tenth brother."

Hetun lifted the little guy off his shoulders and carried it in his arms.

An introduction that does not count as an introduction.

"I don't have a tenth brother! I only have a fourth brother and a fifth brother, as well as a starling and a tenth brother!"

The little guy is not unfriendly. He just felt that the existence of this person was not a good thing for his father, Feng Xinglang.

For dinner, the little guy didn't eat much. He just moved the rice grains in the bowl, but refused to eat them.

"Didn't you say you like rice? My adoptive father also specially invited a Chinese cook to cook Chinese food for you."

Xing Ba was worried that the little guy's fuss would make his adoptive father Hetun unhappy, so he came forward to persuade Xiao Shiwu. It's also a reminder.

"I didn't see my mother, so I'm angry with my adoptive father?"

Hetun put down his red wine glass and asked.

The little guy didn't nod or shake his head. In fact, it was much more than that: Hetun also locked his father Feng Xinglang in the dark room.

Until now, the little guy has never asked his adoptive father, Hetun.

"How about this: tomorrow morning, I will ask Lao Ba to take you to Shencheng to find your mother, how about it?"

Hetun said in a compromising tone, "Father is always so soft-hearted towards you."

But the little guy hesitated.

If he left by himself, what would his father, Feng Xinglang, do? He was still locked in the dark room!

Compared with being able to see the real mother, the safety of the bastard's real father is also very important.

"Let's talk about it in a few days. I don't miss Mommy very much."

The little guy said a little against his will. And started digging at the rice in the bowl to hide his guilty conscience.

"..." This little thing is really like a villain, with a strange spirit.

After dinner, the little guy began to entangle his adoptive father Hetun intensively. As long as he clings to his adoptive father, his father, Feng Xinglang, will surely be safe for the time being.

A pair of small slaps made Hetun's back slap.

His muscular back was covered with numerous scars.

Hetun has a man's fortitude, depth, simplicity, full of masculinity.

It seems to be telling the world: Hetun is today because he fought back from the hail of bullets.

"Father, are you comfortable with this shoot?" The little guy fawned over him.

"Comfortable...extremely comfortable! My fifteenth family is becoming more and more filial."

Hetun enjoyed the little guy's slap on his back. Whether the body is comfortable or not is another matter, but the heart is really comfortable.

"Father, these scars... still hurt?"

The little guy picked a relatively deep scar with his small hands. It's long since healed, but it still looks shocking.

"It doesn't hurt! These are men's medals!"

Hetun's voice was hoarse, as if he was going to sleep comfortably.

An hour later, under the infection of Hetun, the little guy finally lay on his back tired and fell into a dream.

Xing Twelve carefully picked up the little guy from Hetun's back; after Hetun sat up, he sent the little guy into Hetun's arms.

Hetun leaned over and kissed the little guy's red face, and gently smoothed the little guy's handsome black hair with his rough hands.

"Twelve, these few days, you have been avoiding fifteen. Don't let him see you, or the little thing will make a fuss again."

It turns out that Xing Twelve returned to Pete Fort with Hetun.

Because there are some things that need to be done away from Xiao Shiwu, Hetun asked Xing Shier to hide in Peter's Fort first.

It seems that Hetun's love for Xiao Shiwu has risen to a new height.

After handing over the sleeping little thing to Xing Ba, Hetun slowly left the health care room.

*****

The low sound of the door opening woke up Feng Xinglang, who was already in a light sleep.

Even without turning around to look, Feng Xinglang knew: Hetun is here.

It seems that with the arrival of Hetun, a cold wind blew up in the small dark room.

That is the breath of death!

"Do you regret taking the initiative to send me to your door as a prisoner?"

Hetun's voice, with the proud meaning of the king's victory, "I originally wanted to make the span of the game longer... Who would have thought you can't wait!"

Feng Xinglang turned around slowly, and saw Hetun standing against the backlight.

He couldn't see Hetun's face clearly, only saw a tall and strong silhouette, dyed in the light, like Satan from hell.