Chapter 947 Playing Hard to Get

To be honest, Xueluo still liked this clingy little guy Feng Tuantuan.

Especially after the last time the little cutie helped her comb her hair and put on makeup, Xueluo had a strong desire to have a daughter as a little cotton-padded jacket!

Seeing a 4-year-old child moaning and sobbing in pain, Xueluo really couldn't bear it.

But when she saw her husband Feng Xinglang lovingly holding the little thing in his arms, he felt slightly sour again.

Oh my God, I am actually fussing over every detail with a 4-year-old baby, worrying about gains and losses?

That’s enough!

The driver, Xiao Hu, who was pushing the wheelchair at that time, was still in the dazed state of being in that gloomy cemetery just now.

There was almost no time to pay attention to the show of affection or the battle of wits and courage that was going on at the scene.

He was so immersed in his fearful world that he forgot to push the wheelchair back to the villa; instead, he allowed his second master, Feng Xinglang, to deal with such a difficult relationship between his mother-in-law and his mother-in-law in his own way in the courtyard.

This time I really became a sister-in-law showing favor to my brother-in-law!

And he also took advantage of the innocent medium Feng Tuantuan!

Feng Tuantuan took out a mango pie from the box with his tender little hands and fed it to his uncle Feng Xinglang's mouth.

Maybe because he was really hungry, or maybe he just wanted to tease his niece who was crying just now, Feng Xinglang bit off most of the apple pie in one bite, and almost bit his chubby little hand.

"Uncle, you bit Tuantuan's hand."

The little cutie giggled happily. He quickly pulled his fingers out of Feng Xinglang's mouth.

Feng Xinglang slowly chewed the mango pie in his mouth, his expression slightly restrained.

"What's wrong, uncle? Isn't the mango pie delicious?"

Tuantuan asked nervously. She really hopes that her uncle will enjoy eating the mango pie that her mother learned to make for a day.

"Well," Feng Xinglang hummed, "It's indeed not to my uncle's taste! My uncle still likes to eat the mango pie your aunt made for me!"

Why does such an answer sound so pretentious?

"But Tuantuan thinks the mango pie made by mommy is delicious?"

The little guy had already tasted it before sending it to his uncle Feng Xinglang to taste.

"Tuantuan thinks the mango pie is delicious because it is full of your mommy's love for you; similarly, uncle thinks the mango pie made by his aunt is delicious because the mango pie made by his aunt is full of love. It’s all about her deep love for her uncle! That’s why he only likes to eat the mango pie made by his aunt!”

Feng Xinglang's explanation contained a philosophical element that the little cutie couldn't understand.

The little cutie who didn't seem to understand could only nodded in confusion.

"Anyway, it's this: My real dad doesn't like to eat anything your mommy makes! He only likes to eat what my mommy makes! It's that simple!"

Child Lin Nuo made the final simple and rude statement.

Compared to his uncle's euphemistic philosophical answer, Brother Nuonuo's crude and direct reason was more understandable to Tuantuan.

Before the little cutie's tears fell, Feng Xinglang kissed her delicate little face.

"Be good, don't bring any food to your uncle from now on. Your aunt will take good care of your uncle!"

After a slight pause, Feng Xinglang wiped away the little cutie's tears with his fingertips, "But uncle really hopes that Tuantuan can visit my uncle and aunt often! And your brother Nono!"

After being allowed to see him by her uncle Feng Xinglang, the little cutie stopped crying and nodded vigorously.

"Then Tuantuan won't bring anything to eat next time he comes, okay?"

"Tuantuan is so good!"

Feng Xinglang kissed the little cutie's tear-stained cheek again, "Uncle loves you!"

"Tuantuan also loves uncle!"

The little cutie hooked Feng Xinglang's neck and kissed him loudly in return.

"It's windy outside, Tuantuan, please go home and go to bed! Don't catch a cold, uncle will feel sorry for you."

Feng Xinglang put the clingy little thing in his arms back on the ground.

"Good night, uncle. Good night, aunt and brother Nuonuo."

The little cutie waved her little hand and ran back to her villa reluctantly.

****

Back in the warm living room of the villa, Xueluo's mood was still heavy.

The grievances and grievances between adults are going to embarrass an innocent child as a mediator?

Although her husband Feng Xinglang coldly rejected Lan Youyou's overtures to him, Xueluo also realized that such rejection would more or less hurt innocent people.

Once upon a time, Feng Xinglang loved Feng Tuantuan so much!

Or maybe he also loves little things now, but he suppresses his love deep in his heart.

Because he has to consider the feelings of his wife and children!

In fact, Xue Luoluo hopes that Feng Xinglang can pamper Feng Tuantuan generously! But with Lan Youyou as his biological mother here, his wanton pampering will only make people think too much! It must be that she, Lin Xueluo, is not the only one who is depressed!

"Well……"

Abruptly, Feng Xinglang groaned and covered his stomach in pain.

"Xinglang, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"

Xueluo immediately rushed over, knelt down beside the man's wheelchair, and asked eagerly.

"My stomach hurts...it seems...it seems like I've been poisoned!"

Feng Xinglang said intermittently and with some difficulty.

"Poisoned? Should...could it be that there's something wrong with the mango pie?"

Xueluo asked in panic.

"Ah! The big witch actually poisoned the mango pie? She is so disgusting!"

Little Lin Nuo immediately rushed over and shook his father Feng Xinglang's body, "Dad, don't die! I'll take you to the hospital now!"

"Hahaha..."

Suddenly, Feng Xinglang, who had been holding his stomach, laughed heartily, "I'm just teasing you! Dad is fine!"

"Feng Xinglang! You're too much! How can you scare your wife and children like you?"

Seeing that the man was safe and sound and was just playing a trick on her, the woman was angry but happy and shed a few tears.

"You look depressed, your husband just wants to make you laugh!"

The man picked up Xue Luo's hand, put it on his lips and pecked it, "I especially like to see you nervous about your husband! But I can't bear to see you sad and anxious!"

"Hate it!"

Xue Luo punched the man in the chest, rubbed her tears and snot on his shoulders, then left the man in the wheelchair and went forward to set the table with his aunt.

Little Lin Nuo silently saluted his father Feng Xinglang.

His clear eyes narrowed slightly, staring at his bastard father as if he were an alien.

"My dear son, do you have any opinion about your father?"

Feng Xinglang noticed that his son Lin Nuo looked at him with a little sharpness.

"Feng Xinglang, you are so good at making girls happy... wouldn't there be many girls who like you?"

"Hmm..." Feng Xinglang hummed proudly, "Your father's charm is unparalleled!"

"Since you are so popular with girls, why did you marry my mommy's silly woman in the end?"

The topic of the little guy suddenly changed abruptly.

"My dear son, look at what you said... Aren't you afraid that your dear mommy will be unhappy? Can an adjective like 'silly' be used for your mother?"

Feng Xinglang gently rebuked his son for speaking without restraint.

"I just think: a bad bastard like you should marry a witch like Lan Youyou! Instead of marrying my poor silly mommy!"

The little guy's words tonight sounded really... profound!

It feels like he is just talking nonsense, but if you experience it carefully, you can find that it seems to be true.

Xueluo, who was setting the table, had been listening carefully to the conversation between the father and son.

Even his son Lin Nuo could see that Feng Xinglang should marry a woman who is a strong partner, not a woman like her who is kind to put it nicely, but stupid to put it bluntly!

"My dear son, then Daddy asks you: Do you like your silly mommy or the witch?"

"Of course I only like my own mommy!"

"Daddy means: Do you like your dear mommy to be silly or bad?"

"..." The little guy tilted his head and thought for a while, "My dear mommy, whether she is silly or bad, I will like her!"

"That's it! No matter the woman Daddy likes, whether she is silly or bad, Daddy will like her!"

This seems to be completely off the point, right? !

However, Lin Nuo, who was confused by her father Feng Xinglang, seemed to have believed that her father really loved her mother!

"Nuo Nuo, go wash your hands. Then push your father over for dinner."

Xue Luo's gentle and loving voice warmed the entire villa living room.

There is a home, love, a virtuous wife, and a beloved son...

******

For three whole days, neither Mr. Bai nor Bai Mo came to harass Yuan Duoduo again.

Yuan Duoduo was still a little disappointed.

She wanted to call Butler Bai to ask about Mr. Bai's physical condition, but Yuan Duoduo still held back.

After all, Bai Mansion is not her home, Yuan Duoduo.

And Mr. Bai will also receive more considerate care from others.

It's not that without her, Yuan Duoduo, the world will stop turning! It will be fine when Mr. Bai gets used to the care of others!

But every time she calmed down, Yuan Duoduo's heart would still hurt like a needle.

This is a luxurious confinement center, very close to maternal and child health care; the suites are all booked until the beginning of next year. Almost from the beginning of pregnancy to the baby's first birthday, a full range of one-stop services.

The maternity yoga class at the confinement center is quite handy; and it can also bring Yuan Duoduo a considerable income of 300 yuan a day. And the director said that when Yuan Duoduo gives birth, he can provide her with free services.

In this way, it is equivalent to solving Yuan Duoduo's worries. She has been worried about what to do during her confinement.

Of course, she has also thought of a solution, which is to return to the welfare home.

When Yuan Duoduo came back from the confinement center, it was almost six o'clock in the evening, which was very early compared to the dance training center.

She was holding tomatoes and fresh milk just bought from the supermarket, as well as two large chicken legs.

As soon as she got out of the elevator, she saw Bai Mo leaning against her home's security door.

"What, playing hard to get?"

As soon as Bai Mo opened his mouth, there was a strong smell of provocation.