Bai Mo was beaten out of the Bai residence by Old Master Bai with a cane.
Coincidentally, Bai Mo did not want to stay, so he was successfully beaten out by Old Master Bai!
Yuan Duoduo stood rooted to the ground, almost petrified.
[You don't say, I do like Shui QianNong a little! Not only is she beautiful, but she is also very gentle! She treats Doudou and Ya Ya like her own! I, Bai Mo, will definitely cherish such a good woman!]
Bai Mo's words were like a sharp sword piercing Yuan Duoduo's heart, riddling it with a thousand holes!
Yuan Duoduo wanted to cry, but she could not!
What she was most worried about and most afraid of, the heavens just had to give her that.
Bai Mo fell in love with the gentle and beautiful Shui QianNong … and Shui QianNong also treated Doudou and Ya Ya like her own.
What a pair of lovers they were!
Yuan Duoduo realized that she had really become the unnecessary third party!
"Duoduo, don't be sad, Bai Mo is just spouting nonsense! If he dares to be half-hearted, Grandpa will break his legs! "
Even if his legs are broken, what's the use? His heart is not there anymore!
At this moment, Yuan Duoduo had already started to suspect: Did Bai Mo find his true love? Is it Shui QianNong?
"Duoduo, Grandpa knows that you are worried about Doudou and Ya Ya. Have some dinner first, Grandpa will go with you to the resort to see them later!"
Elder Bai patted Yuan Duoduo on the shoulder and sighed with a hint of melancholy.
"There's no need to see them …"
Yuan Duoduo smiled bitterly. "With Shui QianNong here, she will definitely take good care of Doudou and Ya Ya!"
That night, Yuan Duoduo almost did not sleep at all. She thought a lot, for her two daughters, and for herself.
...
Xing Er's funeral was attended by Feng Xinglang and his son.
Feng Xinglang did not have much of an impression of Xing Er, so he could not comment on him or hate him. He only attended Xing Er's funeral to accompany his son, Feng Linnuo, and also because of what Xing Er said before he died.
He Tun mourned in front of Xing Er's coffin for a long time. No one knew what he was thinking, but he felt that his back view, which had lost an arm, was exceptionally old and sad.
Xing Ba couldn't hold on any longer. His body swayed violently. Xing Shisi stepped forward to support him.
"Fourteen, take Xing Ba back to rest first."
The one who spoke was Feng Xinglang. His words were already quite effective among the adopted sons of He Tun. This was especially true for some of his foster sons who were close to him.
"I'm fine …"
Xing Ba waved his hand and decided to stay behind to see Xing Er off.
"Alright, don't force yourself! Fourteen, take Old Eight back. "
Xing Ba glanced at the back of He Tun, who had been silently mourning, and finally acquiesced to Feng Xinglang's arrangement.
At the funeral, apart from Xing Five, Xing Eight, Xing Twelve, and Xing Fourteen and Xing Seventeen, who were a level younger than He Tun, there were a few others who were unfamiliar. Among them, Xing Shiyi wasn't too unfamiliar to Feng Xinglang, but it was his first time seeing the other three beside him. One of them was about the same age as Xing Er …
This man should not be the adopted son of He Tun, but he was still very respectful to He Tun. It seemed that his position was not as high as that of Xing Er. Who could it be? One of Xing Er's subordinates?!
Actually, Feng Xinglang came to Xing Er's funeral with a certain purpose.
He wanted to see how many foster sons were left in He Tun!
Lin Nuo was unusually quiet today. He obediently leaned against his biological father, Feng Xinglang, and quietly looked at his foster father, He Tun, who had been silently mourning.
Since He Tun was silently mourning, the other foster sons would naturally mourn along with him.
Feng Xinglang didn't have anything to mourn, so he took a few more glances at the people attending the funeral.
Suddenly, when Feng Xinglang inadvertently turned around, he discovered that other than this group of people surrounding Xing Er's coffin, there was another group of men in black standing ten meters away.
If Feng Xinglang could discover them, then the foster sons of He Tun could even more easily discover them. In other words, the foster sons of He Tun didn't make any movements, which proved that this group of people should be familiar with them.
He Tun mourned for a full ten minutes. Time seemed to be silent with him.
Then, before the coffin was buried, he turned around and walked towards Little Fifteen.
"Fifteen, are you tired? Let's go, foster father will carry you back! "
He Tun bent over and lifted the little fellow up from the ground with one arm.
"Foster father, Fifteen is not tired …"
The little fellow turned around and looked at the slowly lowered coffin, "Second brother hasn't been buried yet … I want to wait a little longer."
"No need to wait! It's windy here, if Fifteen catches a cold, foster father will be heartbroken! "
He Tun carried the little fellow and left without looking back. Xing Shier followed him out of habit.
Since He Tun and his son had left, it seemed that there was no need for Feng Xinglang to continue staying. He and Xing Er had only met by chance a few times. It was already benevolent of her to attend his funeral.
After a distance, He Tun slowed down his pace. He should be waiting for Feng Xinglang behind him.
"Ah Lang, the flight route has been applied. You can take the private plane back to Shen City tomorrow."
Feng Xinglang didn't respond to He Tun. He didn't come to Pater Castle because of He Tun. Therefore, he didn't want to accept He Tun's concern, as if they were very familiar with each other.
"Fifteen, you must listen to your mommy's words when you go back. Study hard and be a learned person!"
Seeing his son ignored him, He Tun continued to nag his grandson.
"Foster father, you are so annoying!" The little fellow pouted his mouth, "You'd better think about how to grow your arm back!"
After a short pause, the little fellow sighed, "If only your arm could be like the tail of a small gecko, which could grow back after being broken … that would be great! Fifteen wouldn't have to worry about how you eat, wear clothes, wear pants … or tie your shoelaces! "
Although the little fellow was small, he had a lot of worries!
"Don't worry, foster father has plenty of people to serve him!" He Tun kissed the little fellow's cheek.
"Then what if foster father has a stink to wipe his butt? Do you want Xing Shier and the others to help? "
"…" This topic was really interesting.
"If Fifteen is really worried about foster father … then take him home and take care of him! Okay? "
He Tun deliberately teased the little fellow.
The little fellow paused for a moment and then answered cleverly, "Foster father, Fifteen still thinks it's better for you to stay in Pater Castle to recuperate! This place is big, the scenery is good, there are many servants, and the chef is very good at cooking … Anyway, it's a hundred times better than the small and noisy Feng family! "
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