Chapter 800 Being Cute Is Addictive

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"Feng Xinglang, your face hasn't been posted yet, how do you know that Mommy doesn't appreciate it! Besides, my mommy's PP is not cold at all!"

The little guy who is only 5 years old still can't understand the deep meaning of what his father Feng Xinglang said.

The little guy feels: Mommy Xueluo's embrace is always the warmest.

Feng Xinglang just smiled faintly, and didn't continue to explain to his son; he walked around the little guy's increasingly stout body, and gently kissed him on the forehead.

That thick licking love is beyond words.

Feng Xinglang really loves his hard-won son in his arms.

Slightly, he frowned, and couldn't help thinking: For the woman who gave birth to this hard-won son...

After suffering so much, it is right to be a little hypocritical with him.

It's no wonder why the son has been so precious to his dear mommy!

Xueluo, this mummy deserves his desperate love! The life of the little guy is too difficult!

"Okay, dear father listen to Nuonuo. No matter how difficult it is, he will take the initiative to pursue and please your mommy, and never stop!"

Maybe it was because of being stalked by his son, or maybe it was his own perception, Feng Xinglang deeply realized: this woman deserves to be pampered by himself!

"Feng Xinglang, you really look like a man!"

Little Lin Nuo gave his father Feng Xinglang a loud smack on the cheek without hesitation, and the father and son embraced each other, kissing and coaxing each other.

Xing Twelve waited at the entrance of Repulse Bay, just looking at the father and son in the car through the half-opened car window.

Well, dear father's love will never be replaced by anyone.

It's not surprising that the little guy smiles so 'innocently' and 'unscrupulously'.

"Then you come in with me! The dishes cooked by the foster father's cook are delicious!"

The little guy was hanging around Feng Xinglang's neck.

"That can't be done... As soon as I see your adoptive father..."

As if feeling that such a title really made people panic, Feng Xinglang changed his tune and said, "As soon as I see Hetun, I want to beat him to death!"

The little guy moved his mouth: he saw with his own eyes how his father, Feng Xinglang, was beaten by his adoptive father, Hetun.

So it was understandable that his father Feng Xinglang hated his adoptive father Hetun.

"Alright then! Good night, Feng Xinglang!"

The little guy reluctantly smacked his father's cheek again, and then moved his little body to get out of the car.

"Should I call my dear father?"

Feng Xinglang proposed pitifully.

The little guy sucked his mouth and glanced in Xing Twelve's direction, seeming a little embarrassed.

"Dear... Dad... the best papa, a good dad who kisses his son..."

After all, he was still a child, and the little guy was snuggling in Feng Xinglang's arms, making all kinds of cute kisses.

The relationship between father and son has been further sublimated in a short period of time;

It all stems from the father-son relationship that is thick in blood and water.

Xing Twelve had been waiting so long that he was yawning, and the phone in his trouser pocket vibrated several times. He knew that it was not Xing Laoba who made the call, but Lin Xueluo. And both of them should have been persecuted by foster father Hetun.

From the balcony on the third floor, one could see the entrance of Repulse Bay; naturally, Feng Xinglang's car could also be seen.

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"Favorite Mummy...the best Mummy...your favorite son is back!"

This cuteness is really addictive, just after showing cuteness with his father Feng Xinglang, the little guy ran back with a brand new mobile phone to show cuteness to mommy Xueluo.

Dinner is already set. Although Xueluo would still set the table with the cook, he was no longer as humble and submissive as before.

"Nonuo is back? Are you hungry?"

Xueluo squatted down and hugged his son who was happily flying towards him.

"Not hungry! I ate outside with my dear father!"

Regarding his son's answer, Xueluo didn't ask any further questions. She didn't want to, and she couldn't stop her son from enjoying his father's love.

"Fifteen, didn't you see that foster father is here?"

Seeing that the little guy pestered Xing Twelve to play intelligent-robot without even taking a look at himself, Hetun, who is a pro-grandpa, was a little upset.

Not reconciled to being left out!

"Father... Fifteen's best foster father!"

This cute, little guy is really addictive.

The little thing that is in a great mood looks cute to everyone. Just being carried in by Xing Twelve all the way, the little guy even rewarded him with a resounding kiss. On weekdays, little things are rarely so close.

During dinner, Xueluo no longer went to the kitchen to eat casually. Instead, he sat at the same table with Hetun and had dinner.

Xueluo didn't ask for a high status in front of Hetun, but only wanted to change his son's impression of her as a submissive mother.

The dinner was very sumptuous, almost all Xiao Shiwu and Lin Xueluo's mother and son liked to eat.

"Xueluo, stop fighting with Alan. Let's move back with Shiwu tomorrow."

Hetun has been contradicting himself these days: he wants to keep Xueluo's mother and son. In this way, not only can he hug his own grandson every day, but he also has the opportunity to take a look at his own son!

But Hetun really felt sorry for his son Xing Lang: he felt that he was always guarding at the entrance of Repulse Bay, which made him feel bad.

"Which one of you, Nuonuo and I, have been eating you for a few days? Are you going to drive us away?"

Xueluo took a piece of broccoli and sent it to his son Lin Nuo's mouth; the little guy immediately turned his head away in disgust.

"If you don't eat, you are not allowed to sleep with Mommy tonight! Sleep on the sofa and the floor by yourself!"

Green vegetables have always been food that little guys refuse.

Needless to say, this dinner with his own father must have been another mouthful of green vegetables that he refused to eat.

"Mommy, you are so fierce, you are no longer like Nuonuo's kissing mommy."

Being arrogant and cute was useless, Xueluo still stuffed the broccoli into the little thing's mouth.

"The cook's ass is itching again, and he keeps making this green stuff!"

"Mommy did it! Just hit Mommy!"

"..."

"The child doesn't like to eat, why do you have to force him to eat? You are afraid of unbalanced nutrition, just eat some nutritional products with a balanced diet!"

Hetun couldn't bear to see the little thing being forcibly fed by Xueluo, the least favorite broccoli.

On other days, Xueluo would carefully tell Hetun a lot of truths, but tonight Xueluo didn't bother to talk about it.

"Little friend Lin Nuo, it's useless to persuade anyone! You have to eat these three mouthfuls of broccoli! You were born by me, so I can't control you anymore?!"

Xueluo rolled up his sleeves and forced the last bite of broccoli into his son's mouth.

In fact, Xueluo could change to a more gentle and kind way, but tonight's Xueluo seemed to be doing it for Hetun on purpose.

"Xueluo, Fifteen is still a five-year-old child, do you need to be so rude?"

The sound of Hetun putting down his chopsticks got louder. His resolute face also sank a little.

"When our mother and son were locked up in an abandoned mushroom cultivation room less than ten square meters, our ankles were still chained, we ate, drank and messed with each other, and our lives were not as good as a dog's life...why did no one come? Have you asked our mother and son?"

Xueluo didn't want to cry, but she still couldn't hold back.