Chapter 890 Strong Smell of Cigarettes

Seeing Wuyouwu's son Lin Nuo playing happily with Xing Twelve, Xueluo couldn't help but sigh slightly.

Undoubtedly, this time he returned to the mountain, he was too willful!

If the love between her husband Feng Xinglang and herself is not firm enough, wouldn't it be like shooting herself in the foot?

Feng Xinglang, Feng Xinglang, you stinky man who deserves a beating, why aren’t you here yet!

Are you trying to force me, Lin Xueluo, to slap myself in the face?

Or have you been reminiscing about your old relationship with Lan Youyou? !

If that was the case, she, Lin Xueluo, might as well not want this man!

The servants have already begun setting the table.

Without exception, almost all of them are the favorites of Xing Nuo, the grandson of Hetun.

The names of Lin Nuo's children are also ever-changing.

In Repulse Bay, Hetun and his adopted sons would call the little guy Xiao Shiwu, whose nickname is Xing Nuo;

In the Feng family, his biological father Feng Xinglang, as well as Butler Mo and the others, would call the little guy Nuonuo, and his nickname would be Feng Linnuo;

In the kindergarten, the child Lin Nuo inherited the surname of his mother, Lin Xueluo, and was called Lin Nuo.

Children like to call him Lin Nuonuo, which seems to sound cuter.

Lin Nuo, a child, readily accepted his nicknames and nicknames with different styles.

Whatever you call him, he agrees.

For the little thing, it is just a name!

Just like naming your dog Sixteen!

"Fifteen, it's time for dinner. Go wash your hands quickly."

Hetun called to the little ones who were running wild in the living room.

But Xueluo's mood became increasingly clouded.

Xueluo was really afraid that she would lose!

Clearly knowing that it is a very low behavior for a woman to show affection to other women. But even if it is such a low behavior, I am afraid that I will lose!

Xueluo was already regretting it. I regret that I was impulsive and thoughtless!

Otherwise, why don't you take your son and take the initiative to go back to the Feng family?

But what if she saw that Feng Xinglang and Lan Youyou had returned to the Feng family and were enjoying themselves, then where would Lin Xueluo go?

Xueluo really wanted to slap herself!

What kind of love is there to be tested like this?

A smart woman will not keep the relationship between husband and wife clearly separate.

Wouldn't it be nice to live in a muddle for the rest of your life?

I have been confused for so many years, wouldn’t it be the same if I continue to be confused?

Why bother yourself!

"Mommy, I'll give you this lean meat. My own son has already bitten off the fat for you."

Lin Nuo, a child, placed a piece of Dongpo pork with the skin and flesh removed into Mommy's bowl.

This is how my biological father, Feng Xinglang, tries to please his mother, and the little guy learns well from it.

"Thank you son."

Xueluo was happy and sad at the same time.

Without her husband by her side, she has fallen to the point of letting her 6-year-old son eat his fat.

The little guy is growing. Under the turns of feeding by Hetun and Xing Twelve, the little thing kept eating without stopping.

Xueluo ate very little, chewing slowly and counting the rice grains in the bowl.

It wasn't until Lin Nuo had finished eating that Xing Ba walked in from the living room door.

"Fifteen, your biological father is here."

"My biological father? Feng Xinglang? Why did you come to pick up your wife and children so late?"

The little guy turned on his tsundere mode and raised the corners of his mouth arrogantly: "Then let him wait outside!"

Xueluo's mood changed from the bitterness of waiting for her husband to suddenly becoming brighter at this moment, a roller coaster of emotions like a girl!

However, after hearing her son Lin Nuo's dissatisfaction, Xueluo still chose to be reserved and acquiesced to her son's proposal to ask his biological father to 'wait well'. It can be regarded as a little advice to men who come late.

Xing Ba was silent for a moment, watching his adoptive father He Tun put down his bowl and chopsticks after eating, and took a sip of tea before he continued unhurriedly: "Feng Xinglang seems to have been waiting for more than an hour."

"What? More than an hour?"

Xueluo jumped up from the dining table, "Then why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Written by Xing Bamo.

"Nono, come with mommy quickly."

Xueluo came forward and directly picked up her son from the chair.

"Bring this to my biological father to eat!"

The little guy grabbed the remaining two garlic spareribs on the plate. I remember that my biological father, Feng Xinglang, was also a carnivore like me.

"Fifteen, the kitchen is still there. Let the cook pack a new one."

The grandson feels sorry for his biological father; of course Hetun feels sorry for his biological son even more.

"No need! Just let Feng Xinglang eat half full! He doesn't have the energy to hurt me and my mommy!"

This son is indeed his biological son.

When the little thing said this, he was already dragged out of the villa hall by his mother Xueluo. As if they couldn't wait to see the man who had been waiting for their mother and son for more than an hour.

After watching Xueluo and his son leave, Hetun glared at Xing Ba with slightly sharp eyes.

"Did you really let Alang wait outside for more than an hour?"

"Isn't it just so that my adoptive father can have a full meal with his grandson by his side?"

Xing Ba replied weakly. It's hard for him to be filial.

Without Xiao Shiwu to accompany him, Hetun would only eat a token amount of food every meal, and he didn't have much of an appetite.

After a slight pause, Xing Ba changed the topic, "But it seems that Feng Xinglang's mood is quite deep. He clearly saw me and didn't yell or scream. He just waited outside silently."

He Tun pouted, "Could that kid be dissatisfied with me because I let Old Seven go?"

He Tun is a caring father. He is always concerned about his son's every move and his emotional ups and downs.

"It's possible! It seems that Feng Xinglang doesn't agree with you, the godfather, letting Lan Youyou go!"

Xing Ba knows Feng Xinglang, but he doesn't seem to know him well.

"Xue Luo has begged me. Considering that she gave birth to Fifteen for A Lang, I have to give her some face, right?"

He Tun sighed slightly and thought about something, "By the way, Old Eight, how old is Fourteen this year?"

"He should be seventeen." Xing Ba agreed.

"Well, let him come out. You take care of him for a while."

"Okay godfather!"

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Xue Luo held her son Lin Nuo's hand, and her feet were almost flying.

"Mommy, slow down! It's only right to let the bastard Feng Xinglang wait for his wife and children. You are too unrestrained!"

The little guy didn't quite understand the word "restrained".

I think unrestrained should be similar to not serious, smiling and so on.

Da Duoduo often said this to her dear mommy.

Xue Luo no longer cared about being reserved.

How could this inhuman Xing Ba let Feng Xinglang wait outside for so long?

Under the dim street lights, Xue Luo saw the man leaning on the door frame of the Porsche.

The tall and strong body, slightly hazy, added a touch of mysterious charm under the cover of the lights.

The man stared deeply at Xue Luo and her son, watching them approach him step by step.

"Feng Xinglang, I brought you some garlic pork ribs. But it's saved for you by my own son!"

The little guy is getting more and more skilled at being cute.

The little guy flew over, hugged his father Feng Xinglang's waist with one hand, and held two ribs in front of Feng Xinglang with the other hand.

"Eat it quickly, it's still hot."

Looking at his son's greasy little hand, Feng Xinglang didn't dislike it.

It's just that the ribs were taken from Hetun...

"Daddy is not hungry, dear son, eat it yourself."

Feng Xinglang picked up the little thing from the ground and held it in his arms.

"Nono, don't get the oil stains on your father's clothes."

Xue Luo scolded slightly.

"Daddy won't dislike me!"

The little guy deliberately kissed Feng Xinglang with his greasy mouth,

"Feng Xinglang, will you dislike me?"

"Of course not."

"Then have a bite!"

The little guy fed the ribs to Feng Xinglang's mouth relentlessly.

Feng Xinglang no longer refused his son's kindness and filial piety, and opened his mouth to take a symbolic bite.

"It tastes terrible, not even half as good as your grandma An's."

"But I think it's delicious!"

Seeing that his father didn't like it, the little guy started to chew it himself.

"Xinglang, I'm sorry, I made you wait for so long."

Xue Luo leaned over, took one of Feng Xinglang's arms, and leaned on the man's shoulder.

"It didn't take long. Get in the car."

Feng Xinglang put his arm around the woman's waist and opened the door for her.

Xue Luo smelled the strong smell of cigarettes on the man.

No blame, no questioning. It was as if nothing had happened.

Such a husband made Xue Luo panic: Is Feng Xinglang hiding his emotions?

The Porsche drove slowly under the neon lights.

Until the little guy, who had eaten and played enough, fell asleep in his mother's arms.

It was not the route to Feng's house.

Glancing at his son sleeping in his wife's arms, Feng Xinglang slowly parked the car on the auxiliary road next to a park.

"Xue Luo, let's get off the car and talk."

"Oh. OK."

Feng Xinglang laid the seat flatter to let the little guy sleep more comfortably.

The night breeze faded the impetuousness and heat of the day, blowing on the cheeks, slightly cool.

The rolled-up sleeves revealed the man's strong arms.

"My eldest brother took Tuan Tuan back to the Feng family."

Feng Xinglang spoke in a deep voice.

"Oh..." Xue Luo hummed in response, which was what she expected.

Then, there was silence between them.

"Don't you have anything to say to me?"

The man turned around and looked deeply at the woman shrouded in black: her face was still beautiful, but she had lost her former purity and had an extra mask trying to hide herself.

Xue Luo took a deep breath and decided to be honest.

"Today I helped your elder brother to intercede and rescue Lan Youyou from Hetun! You should have known this, right? I thought you would praise me for being reasonable, considerate and virtuous! I didn't expect you to have such a cold face!"

"Alas..."

Xueluo sighed deeply, "I know you are blaming me: why didn't I leave this opportunity to be a hero and save the beauty to you!"

"Lin Xueluo, you have two big 'stupid' written on your forehead, do you know that?"