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Chapter 489: I've seen everything I should have!
At this moment, the little guy no longer wanted to call himself 'bastard's father', and instead directly called him 'bastard' to call his own father, Feng Xinglang.
Of course, Xueluo could hear the words "bastard" in his son's mouth. He was talking about Feng Xinglang;
Xing … Mr. Xing, you, you want Feng Xinglang to choose another choice? "
Xueluo asked somewhat uneasily.
"Yes!" I want Feng Xinglang to make a choice between fifteen and his daughter Feng Tuantuan. What do you think? "
The Hetun didn't hide anything from Xueluo and instead openly told him his plans for the near future.
Hearing the contents of the Hetun's multiple choice question, Xueluo's entire body became bad.
"Mr. Xing, can you not let Feng Xinglang know that Nuonuo is his child? If Feng Xinglang really chose to choose his daughter, Feng Tuantuan, how much damage would that cause to Nuonuo! "Mr. Xing, please reconsider."
Xueluo tried his best to suppress the nervousness and apprehension in his heart, and calmly tried to persuade Hetun.
"Mommy, don't worry. That bastard can't hurt me!"
The little fellow added. It seemed like not only did he acquiesce to foster father Hetun's actions, he was also very supportive.
But Xueluo didn't think that way: If Feng Xinglang really chose to follow Lan Youyou's daughter and gave up on her, to a five year old child, the damage would be huge.
"NO!" No! "Mr. Xing, since you love him so much, you must be reluctant to let him get hurt."
Xueluo reasoned with her and was moved. It didn't matter how much pain she suffered, but she really didn't want to see her son Linnuo getting hurt.
"With me around, how could fifteen possibly be harmed? Even if Feng Xinglang chooses his daughter, I will not harm fifteen years old! "
The harm that Hetun understood was completely different from the harm that Lin Xueluo understood. The harm that Xueluo worried about was the harm to his soul. Not physically.
"If Feng Xinglang chose his daughter, how uncomfortable would fifteen's heart be?"
For a child who was not chosen by his own father, his heart would more or less be hurt. Furthermore, Linnuo was only a five year old child.
"Lin Xueluo, you really are underestimating your son! "I raised a child, so his mental strength can't be that weak."
Hetun gave the little fellow a light peck on the cheek. "Fifteen, tell your father what you think."
"I agree with foster father asking that bastard Feng Xinglang to make such a choice!"
The little fellow actually agreed.
At this moment, Xueluo seemed to be unable to understand what his son Linnuo was thinking about. Was he not worried that Feng Xinglang would choose her daughter, Feng Tuantuan, and abandon him?
Facing the Hetun, Xueluo didn't want to force anything. She was not sure if her son Linnuo agreed with Hetun's intentions under his coercion.
But Xueluo knew clearly that even if the Hetun did not discuss with them, they would not be able to do anything to him.
Therefore, Xueluo wanted to put it another way.
"Mr. Xing, Feng Tuantuan is the biological daughter of your adopted daughter, Lan Youyou, and is also your granddaughter. Are you willing to let your granddaughter face such a cruel choice?"
Xueluo was wise. She wanted to discuss this issue with the Hetun from a different angle.
Actually, Xueluo was probing his meaning: If Feng Xinglang doesn't choose his daughter Feng Tuantuan right now, does it mean that your Hetun is going to do something to your granddaughter as well?
"The result of your choice is not important! The most important thing is the process of selection! "
"Hetun looked meaningfully into Lin Xueluo's eyes." Could it be that you're not curious: What choice will Feng Xinglang make between his own biological son and biological daughter?
"Feng Xinglang is not qualified to make such a choice! Because my son Linnuo is not even close to him! "
Xueluo said coldly. She wanted the Hetun to know his attitude.
"Then it's settled! It's too late, Little Fifteen is also sleepy. "
Hetun stood up, picked up the Little Fifteen in his arms and headed towards his master bedroom.
"I have a presumptuous request, Mr. Xing."
Xueluo changed the topic and called Hetun who wanted to leave.
"Speak."
Hetun seemed to be getting impatient. Because Xueluo had been disobedient time and time again.
Perhaps in the Hetun's eyes, being able to talk to Xueluo about it in advance was giving her a huge amount of face; to actually dare to raise a different objection in front of him, was truly too audacious.
"Mr. Xing, can you give me a bodyguard?"
The reason why Xueluo had such a request was entirely because he had enough of Feng Xinglang's torture. She wanted to borrow the Hetun's might to resist Feng Xinglang. And there was also Lan Youyou.
Hetun slightly raised his thick eyebrows, as if weighing the pros and cons.
"Except for twelve, you can choose one of my foster son s. In a few days, I will redesignate a special one for you. "
The reason Xing Shi'er was excluded was because he was Little Fifteen's personal bodyguard and master.
"..." Xueluo was startled: It seemed that he did not expect the Hetun to be generous enough for her to pick from among his foster son s.
"Foster father, please send Old Eighth over to protect my Mommy! Eighth Brother's hands and feet are still considered nimble, and he's not ugly either! "
The little guy took over foster father Hetun's words and helped mother choose Xing Ba.
Because among all foster son that were known to the Hetun, Xing Ba should be the most experienced. Furthermore, he was a very stable person and was not good at speaking.
"Okay, then Eighth Brother." Father made a promise.
"Thank you, foster father! Foster father is the best! "
Little Fifteen gave foster father Hetun a loud kiss on the cheek.
The Hetun laughed heartily. "Hahahaha, little thing, you are getting more and more popular with your foster father!"
That night, Xueluo was also unable to speak with his son Linnuo.
It was as if Xueluo had realized that his son Linnuo was purposely avoiding her, his mother.
Xueluo was truly a little worried: What was going through the mind of a five year old little thing? However, her instincts told her that the little guy's hatred for his father, Feng Xinglang, was increasing by the day.
Did a 5-year-old who yearned for fatherly love turn uncontrollably into a situation where he hated his father to the bone?
Xueluo did not dare to think too much into it, and was unwilling to do so!
While Hetun was swimming with his son Linnuo, Xueluo stopped Xing Shi'er from helping the little guy get changed.
Other than her mother, Xing Shi'er was the only one who could sleep with Little Fifteen.
"Twelve, today when you went to save me, did he notice anything?" You shouldn't have seen it? "
Xueluo asked with difficulty.
"I've seen everything I should have!" Xing Shi'er spoke bluntly.
"Twelve, fifteen is still a child, how can you let him see his mother in such a terrible state?"
Xueluo could not help but grumble.
"This is also my foster father's intention! You're so smart, can't you guess what my foster father is thinking? "
Pausing slightly, Xing Shi'er added, "Oh yes, tomorrow night, foster father will bring Fifteen to meet Feng Xinglang and his son."
"What?" Tomorrow night? "
Xueluo was practically stunned on the spot.
None of that was something that she could decide, nor could she change.