Chapter 787 I’m Also Suffering From My Own Heart

Seeing Xiao Shiwu actually holding the hand of his biological father Feng Xinglang, when the father and son walked into the living room of the villa at the same time, the expression on Hetun's resolute face changed instantly!

It seemed that he didn't expect Feng Xinglang to actually walk in to see him!

Is this a way to forgive his father?

Happy, moved, guilty...

Mixed feelings!

Hetun actually stood up on his own initiative, leaning slightly to greet the arrival of Feng Xinglang and his son.

He stared deeply at the biological son who looked like that woman in front of him: tall and straight posture, strong body, deep facial features...

And that innate kingly demeanor, how much he looks like Xing Mu! Why didn't you notice it yourself? !

He didn't tell the woman he was wronged, but he also harmed his own children and tortured his own heart!

But in Feng Xinglang's eyes, Hetun still saw only hatred, resistance, and deep rejection.

"Alang...are you here? Sit down."

Hetun still couldn't help but call Feng Xinglang "Alang" because he really couldn't call his son by another man's surname.

Originally, he wanted to shout 'Xing Lang', but when the words came to his mouth, it finally turned into a gentle and loving 'Alang'.

Feng Xinglang's cold eyes swept across Hetun's gentle face and landed on Xing Ba beside Hetun.

If you don't count the servants who serve tea and water, there are only Hetun and Xingba in the living room.

Hetun thought that Feng Xinglang's visit to his residence was the first step for the father and son to reconcile;

But he didn't expect that Feng Xinglang came in because he had an ulterior motive.

Feng Xinglang was neither restrained nor overly resistant, but sat down opposite Hetun naturally.

It is very close to Hetun, only about two meters away.

But this distance has brought a lot of pressure to Xing Ba. Standing behind Hetun's sofa, he took a step closer.

Lao Twelve is not here, and he is taking on the heavy responsibility of protecting his adoptive father Hetun.

Although in the side hall, Xing Er and his close bodyguards were still hidden. The two of them are always waiting for an opportunity.

"Baby, Feng Xinglang is here, you should confront him!"

In front of all the sworn brothers, the little guy never knew what 'politeness' was.

Even though it was Hetun's purposeful pampering at first, it has now turned into unprincipled pampering.

From the moment the little thing is born, it is destined to have a noble status and bloodline, and will be loved by many people.

"Fifteen, on one side is your biological father and on the other is our adoptive father. Which end are you on?"

Xing Ba was good-tempered and played tricks with the little guy.

You must know that his purpose is to delay time so that Xing Twelve and the others can succeed smoothly.

"No matter which side you are on, as long as you hurt my dear mommy, you are my Lin Nuo's enemy!"

The little guy's position is very firm: Mommy Lin Xueluo will always be ranked first on the important list.

none of them!

"What a filial son! I am so envious of a child who has a loving mother!"

Xing Ba chatted wordlessly with kid Lin Nuo.

"Xing Laoba, please return my mommy to me quickly! Otherwise, I will have my adoptive father to smash your butt! You will not be able to sit on the chair or sleep in bed!"

The little guy said angrily. With his biological father and adoptive father around, he felt even more confident.

"You want to break my butt? Oh my god, is it so scary? It will hurt so much! For the sake of our good relationship, can you not let my adoptive father beat my butt?"

Xing Ba followed the little guy's wishes and deliberately satisfied his little pretentiousness.

"It's okay not to fight! Hurry up and tell me where you hide my mommy! I'll ask my adoptive father to spare you!"

The little guy looked arrogant and stared proudly at Xing Ba, who was much taller than him.

"Nono, go to the kitchen and pour a cup of coffee for your father! I want freshly ground coffee!"

Feng Xinglang kept avoiding Hetun's gaze, which stared deeply at him; he turned his head and said to his son, who was challenging Xing Ba'er.

"Freshly ground coffee?" The little guy was stunned for a moment.

"Well! You go to the kitchen to supervise the servants and see the whole grinding process clearly. Don't give him the chance to poison your father!"

Feng Xinglang urged the little guy, "Go quickly, my dear father is very thirsty!"

If you are very thirsty, wouldn’t it be enough to drink tea? Do you have to drink freshly ground coffee?

Although the little guy was very unhappy, he went to the kitchen and asked the servants to grind coffee as a landlord.

In fact, Feng Xinglang's intention is obvious:

Because what happened next would be inappropriate for children, he sent his 5-year-old son away early.

Feng Xinglang was not thirsty. I don’t even want to be thirsty for Hetun’s coffee in Repulse Bay.

"Hetun, I said: As long as I, Feng Xinglang, am still alive, every atrocity you inflict on me will be repaid to you twice as much! In this life, either you die or I die! You and I are inseparable!"

Feng Xinglang lowered his voice, but the first word was extremely clear.

It's like swearing your promise with your own life.

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's settle it now!"

Hetun is also a cheerful person. He knew that what he had done to Feng Xinglang was beyond description. It is even more unforgivable.

With a 'click' sound, an exquisite pistol was placed on the table by Hetun.

This pistol was Hetun's personal possession, and he carried it with him for many years.

"There are three bullets in this, count the three I'll give back to you! As for the physical pain you suffered... just watch it!"

The decisiveness of a generation of heroes and the courage to act without hesitation.

"Father..."

Xing Ba exclaimed and stepped forward to grab the gun; but someone moved faster than him.

Feng Xinglang, who was sitting opposite Hetun, wanted to take advantage of the distance.

Originally, he had already fumbled for the dagger at his waist, but when he saw Hetun taking the initiative to take a gun, it was like giving him timely help.

Feng Xinglang grabbed the gun before Xing Ba;

At the same time, the muzzle of the gun was pressed against Hetun's forehead.

"No one is allowed to hurt him!" Hetun roared.

In this villa, except for the domestic servants and the 5-year-old Lin Nuo, the rest of the people were better than Feng Xinglang in terms of speed of drawing guns and marksmanship.

But with Hetun's sharp roar, they all paused.

"Xing Ba, call Xing Twelve quickly! Ask him to come back with his people as soon as possible! Otherwise, he won't be able to see his adoptive father for the last time!"

Feng Xinglang hissed at Xing Ba behind Hetun.

"Feng Xinglang, calm down! My adoptive father is yours..."

"Fight quickly!"

Feng Xinglang shouted sharply, stopping Xing Ba's next words.

Hetun just looked at Feng Xinglang who was holding a gun towards his head.

There was no anger, no fear, and even a slight smile.

It's just that this smile is really desolate.