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Chapter 490 - The Little toilet seat cover looks like Feng Xinglang
This night, Xueluo nearly suffered.
From the moment he was forced to marry into the Feng Family, to when he was deceived and played around with by Feng Xinglang again and again in the endless purgatory.
Can you say that isn't a typical experience of pain and happiness?
Therefore, Xueluo slept very late, and probably only closed her eyes that had been drenched in her own tears in the middle of the night, when it was almost two or three in the morning.
The next day.
When Linnuo went into Mommy's room, she was fast asleep. Between his brows, he could still faintly feel pain and sadness.
Linnuo did not wake his mother up. Instead, he stood by the side and looked at her exhausted face.
Slowly, the little guy leaned over and kissed Mommy on the cheek. The light and the light, very sensible did not disturb Mummy.
Perhaps you could tell from the frown between Mommy's eyebrows that she had slept very late last night and had not slept well.
Thinking of something, the little guy stepped off the shoes on his feet, panting as he climbed up. Then, he carefully lifted a corner of the duvet, and gently held onto Mommy Xueluo's left hand.
On Xueluo's left hand, because he had been handcuffed for a long time yesterday, it was still bruised. It was a stark contrast to Xueluo's fair skin.
The little guy was feeling sorry for Xueluo. He knew that for his safety and health, his mother Xueluo had always been imprisoned inside the Pater Castle, unable to leave.
In the past, the little guy had also thought that one day, if he was stronger than the foster father Hetun, he would be saved by his mother from the Pater Castle …
However, after seeing what his son of a bitch had done to his mother, the little guy felt that the foster father Hetun was already kind to his mother. The little guy also wanted to change the situation between him and Mommy, but he was too young.
The little guy caressed the bruise on Xueluo's left wrist lightly, and the tears in his eyes uncontrollably rolled down.
If it were not for the fact that she wanted to find her father, her mother would not have followed foster father Hetun to Shen City.
Then he wouldn't be captured by that bastard Feng Xinglang!
He had even handcuffed and locked his own mom and dad, and had even bitten her until she was covered in blood.
How could that bastard Feng Xinglang treat his own mother like this?
The little fellow remembered right after: That bastard Feng Xinglang already had another woman! Furthermore, he even had a daughter that he doted on to the bone!
The little guy's tears flowed down along the baby fat face and fell onto Xueluo's wrist drop by drop.
When Xueluo woke up, he saw his son Linnuo sitting beside him. He was holding his left hand and silently crying.
This scene made Xueluo extremely pained. His eyes instantly turned red.
"Nuonuo, what's wrong?" she asked with a pained heart.
"Mommy, does your hand still hurt?"
The little fellow asked instead of answering. As if she didn't want Mommy to see her tears falling, she quickly wiped them off her cheeks with the back of her hand.
"It doesn't hurt …" Mommy doesn't hurt! Why is Nuonuo crying? "
Xueluo immediately sat up, and tightly hugged his son Linnuo in his embrace.
"Mommy, do you hate that bastard?" Linnuo asked indifferently.
Xueluo knew that the bastard in his son's words was referring to 'Feng Xinglang'. Hearing her son call her own biological father like this, Xueluo's heart ached greatly.
"Mommy doesn't hate it. Mommy doesn't hate anyone! Nuonuo, actually … Actually, your dad, he … "He …"
Xueluo wanted to say a few good words for Feng Xinglang in front of his son, but halfway through his words, Xueluo's heart started aching.
"He's not my father! He's a bastard! "
The little guy no longer acknowledged this so-called father. This was because the only harm that Feng Xinglang had done to him and his mother was over and over again.
"Nuonuo, don't … Mommy, please don't be like this, okay? "Actually, your dad cares a lot about you."
Xueluo once again hugged his son, who was filled with hatred towards Feng Xinglang.
"Mommy, stop speaking good words for that Feng Xinglang bastard! I can see how he treats you! "
It could be seen that the little guy's prejudice against Feng Xinglang was growing deeper and deeper.
"Nuonuo, it's not what you think! When Mommy took you away, your father thought I'd knocked you out. Do you know, your father almost drove himself crazy because of your 'premature death'? Nuonuo, your father … He really cares about you! "
In the end, Xueluo chose to state the truth in front of his son.
Because Xueluo knew: Given how ruthless Hetun was, he would definitely let Feng Xinglang and his son Linnuo meet in battle!
She could not change any of the decisions made by the Hetun.
The only thing she could do was to tell the truth of the matter to her son Linnuo. She didn't want to see his prejudice towards his own father, Feng Xinglang, become deeper and deeper!
"If he really cares about me, why did he have children with other women?"
The little guy's rhetorical question caused Xueluo's heart to hurt yet again.
"He thought you died prematurely."
Xueluo's explanation was painful. If even he himself couldn't accept it, how could it be easy to convince his son Linnuo?
"Alright then!" Tonight, I will live to see Feng Xinglang and let him choose between me and his daughter! Let's see if he cares about me or his daughter! "
Every time he mentioned Feng Xinglang, the little guy's face would carry a fierce look.
That was a kind of ruthlessness that was developed by the Hetun since young.
"Nuonuo, you … You really want to meet Feng Xinglang with your foster father? Can you not go? Mommy doesn't want to lose you! "
Xueluo tightly hugged his son's waist, afraid that he would lose the little thing in his arms.
"Don't worry Mommy, you won't lose me! Because I will always be your own son! And you will always be my mother! "
The little guy comforted and kissed Mommy's cheeks, then hugged Mommy Xueluo back.
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Old Chu had come to give Feng Xinglang the last month's turnover report for the Qibei Mountain City Club.
After calling out to him, Feng Xinglang only casually threw the folder to one side. He didn't even take a glance at it, much less open it.
It was enough to see that Feng Xinglang was extremely depressed today. It could even be said that it was filled with haze.
"Xinglang, has Lin Xueluo returned to the Shen City yet?"
Old Chu suddenly asked.
Feng Xinglang raised his head, indifferently swept Old Chu with his gaze, and casually said: "What, are you still thinking of marrying your own daughter to me?"
"..." Old Chu was stunned for a moment before smiling helplessly, "I was just casually asking."
"Oh right, Xinglang, when you beat up the child and left the Shen City … How many months old is the fetus? "
Old Chu seemed to be unwilling to give up, so he changed to another way of questioning. He had a question in his heart that he couldn't solve.
Old Chu's words truly touched upon Feng Xinglang's reverse scale.
It was also the most painful thing he could not touch for the past five years!
"Old Chu, isn't this a little too broad? Do you want me to use the word 'piss off' to serve you? "
In Feng Xinglang's eyes, violent intent that could not be dispersed instantly accumulated.
He tried his best to suppress his emotions.
"Fine, fine, fine. I won't ask anymore!"
After a slight pause, Old Chu could not help but mutter to himself, "Do I think that 'little toilet bowl top' looks like you?"