Chapter 718 She Is Very Cooperative and Quite Docile

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"It's not good, adoptive father, my own father is here... It seems that he is either trying to get along with you, or he is going to get along with me!"

Seeing his father Feng Xinglang, whose eyes were full of anger, dragging his mother Xueluo towards him step by step, the little guy was still a little afraid.

"He won't be with you! If he really wants to be with someone...the foster father will do it!"

The adoptive father stared intently at his biological son who was approaching him step by step.

That kind of feeling seems to be close at hand, but far away at the end of the world. Hetun wanted to touch and hug, but he could only stay where he was, looking deeply at his own child, just looking at his own child all the time!

He Tun's child! The child of Hetun and his beloved woman Suhe!

They are all in their thirties...with a handsome kingly demeanor, a strong physique, and an outstanding and outstanding generation of Shanghai upstart chaebols.

From the resentment that was once blinded by hatred to the affectionate staring of Lvdu now, Hetun feels like he has experienced an illusory nightmare. Fortunately, this nightmare was able to wake up in time!

Feng Xinglang's gaze towards Hetun was still full of hostility. It's just that there seems to be more complicated emotions hidden under this strong violent air. Can't see clearly, can't figure it out.

"Nonuo, come here!"

Feng Xinglang's voice was low and sharp. Heavy, from the depths of the throat.

At this moment, the little guy, like a child who has done something wrong, instinctively raised his head and glanced at his adoptive father Hetun. Seems to be asking.

Hetun got off his horse and took the little guy down with him.

"Your father is calling you, go!"

At this moment, Hetun was not aggressive; he chose to obey his own son's wishes and let his own grandson go back to his son's side. He didn't force his grandson to stay, nor did he fight against his son Feng Xinglang.

"Goodbye, foster father."

The little guy knew that today's happy horse riding trip was coming to an end, so he waved his little hand towards Hetun, and then trotted all the way towards his own father, Feng Xinglang.

Feng Xinglang is his own father, even if he is an angry bastard, the little guy will recognize him.

What's more, the bastard Feng Xinglang was still holding his mother, Lin Xueluo, by force.

He won't let his dear mommy bear the wrath of the bastard father alone!

The little guy always loves his dear mommy so flexibly and flexibly. It's not in vain that Xueluo risked his life time and time again to keep him in his stomach, and gave birth to the little thing after going through all kinds of hardships.

The little guy took the initiative to come forward and grabbed his father Feng Xinglang's big hand.

"Feng Xinglang, don't be harsh on my kissing mommy, okay? It's your son and I are arguing to come here to ride a horse, and it has nothing to do with kissing mommy!"

Hearing his son's words, Xueluo's heart throbbed with pain.

Feng Xinglang looked down at his child condescendingly, but didn't say any words of reproach. With one bend, he carried the little guy off the ground.

"Hetun, as long as I, Feng Xinglang, have breath, I will repay you double for every atrocity you inflict on me! In this life, either you will die or I will die! You and I will die together!"

Every sentence, every word is like a sharp sword, pointing directly at Hetun's heart.

Especially the phrase 'Either you die, or I die'! Could it be that father and son are really at odds?

Perhaps Hetun didn't realize until this moment: what a heinous mistake he had committed!

Maybe I will never be able to get forgiveness from my own son in my life!

Hetun quietly looked at his own son who hissed harshly at him, and slowly faded a bleak smile.

"Okay, I'll wait for you!"

A faint, slightly hoarse answer. Without the sharp teeth of the lion, the haughty aura still cannot be ignored.

At this moment, Xueluo seemed to be able to understand the sharp helplessness and desolation in Hetun's heart.

In the end, Hetun still chose not to hurt his child more deeply!

A second ago, Xueluo was worried that Hetun would unscrupulously confess to Feng Xinglang that he was his biological father... But in the next second, Xueluo began to sympathize with Hetun.

"Xinglang, let's go. I don't feel well...I want to go back!"

The only thing Xueluo can do now is to call this angry man away and prevent him from having any further confrontation with Hetun. She was really worried that Feng Xinglang would hurt Hetun when he lost control of his emotions.

Presumably the current Hetun should not do any bad deeds to destroy his own son again!

Xueluo hugged Feng Xinglang's arm, and gently stopped Feng Xinglang from moving forward.

"Dear Feng Xinglang, Mommy is not feeling well, let's go home!"

It was the first time that the little guy called Feng Xinglang 'Dad' so clearly. Although he had his name on it, it sounded much more pleasant than the bastard's Daddy.

The little guy is smart. He also didn't want to see his bastard father fight with foster father Hetun. Obviously his bastard father will suffer.

Feng Xinglang cast a sharp glance at Hetun, then hugged his son in one hand, and led his woman in the other and walked towards the exit of the racecourse.

Watching Feng Xinglang leave with the woman and child without looking back, Hetun stood still on the spot for a long time, motionless.

Like a petrified sculpture!

"Father, are you alright?" Xing Twelve leaned over and asked softly.

Hetun didn't speak, but waved his hand slowly, signaling that he was fine.

But when he moved after a long time, he didn't know if it was because of the blood flow, he staggered, and was supported by Xing Twelve beside him to stabilize his body.

"As long as that boy Alang can relieve his hatred... I will admit everything!" Hetun sighed slightly.

"Father, there is no need to rush this matter. I believe that you father and son, there will always be a day when the past is resolved."

Xing Twelve does not comfort people. But he is really eager for such a decadent and self-blaming Hetun.

For a hero like Hetun, it's okay to sweat and bleed, but if she shed tears...

How dreary that would be!

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Feng Xinglang's long legs walked steadily, while Xueluo could only trot all the way to keep up with Feng Xinglang's pace.

"Father, walk slowly, my dear mommy can hardly keep up with you."

The little guy was obviously acting cute. No matter how angry his bastard father is at this moment, the little guy's position of defending his mother will not change.

At worst, I will be beaten by PP! Also protect your dear mommy!

With his son's reminder, Feng Xinglang's pace slowed down a bit.

Xueluo looked gratefully at his son Lin Nuo, raised a smiling face, and wanted to comfort his son that he was fine.

Xueluo was dragged away by Feng Xinglang, and then stuffed into the car by him...

She is very cooperative and quite docile.