"I'm happy to … but Fifteen has to go back to Shen City to study! Only then can he be a gentleman that mommy likes! "
He felt that going to school was all for mommy Lin Xue Luo!
"If you leave, I'm afraid foster father's heart will be in pain!"
He Tun hugged the little guy even tighter in his arms. Of course, one hand couldn't be as comfortable as two hands. The little guy pushed He Tun because of the pain, rubbing and kissing him uncontrollably.
Feng Xinglang just followed them silently. He didn't disturb He Tun and his son's intimate moment.
At least he gained his son's trust during this trip to Pate Castle, and it brightened his image as a trustworthy father.
"Foster father, after we leave, you have to stay in Pate Castle and recuperate! Don't go out and risk your life! Life is precious! The key is that if you lose another arm, you won't be able to hug your beloved Fifteen anymore! "
Xue Luo specially told the little guy to say these words. He thought that he could only borrow the little guy's mouth to make He Tun feel more comfortable.
But the little guy couldn't remember his mommy's original words, but the main meaning was still expressed.
"Foster father understands."
He Tun rubbed the little guy's cheek again, "Foster father, listen to Fifteen, you have to cherish your life! You have to keep this old life and come back to pamper my beloved Fifteen! "
"En! That's a good boy! "
The little guy rewarded the obedient He Tun with a kiss.
At that time, Feng Xinglang's thoughts seemed to be wandering, so he didn't go to Shangxin He Tun's "I have to keep this old life and come back".
After Xing Er's funeral, He Tun suddenly became cheerful. He was no longer frustrated, but happily played with Lin Nuo.
This sadness came fast, but it seemed to go even faster!
No one knew what He Tun mourned in front of Xing Er's coffin. But He Tun seemed to have let go of it, no longer depressed because of Xing Er's death.
Or maybe, he just didn't want the young Fifteen to be shrouded in sadness during this trip to Pate Castle!
In life, there were always some things that couldn't be stopped. For example, the dawn that was about to light up, the dusk that was about to darken, the fated encounter, the predicted parting, life, death.
Parting would always have a tinge of sadness!
On the night of his departure, He Tun took the initiative to knock on the door of his son and daughter-in-law's room.
He seldom came to this bedroom. Most of the time, he would only give orders for Xing Twelve or Xing Eight to call for help.
But tonight, he came in person. And he even brought good wine.
It was Feng Xinglang who opened the door. After seeing He Tun, he only frowned slightly and nodded slightly as a greeting.
"Ah Lang, are you still awake? Would you like to have a drink with Daddy? "
He Tun, who had always been arrogant, had long regarded himself as a 'father'. He didn't care if his son and daughter-in-law were happy or not.
"I was just about to rest."
It was probably a rejection. But He Tun didn't want to understand.
"Dad, come in and sit down. It just so happens that I want to see Nuo Nuo … "
Lin Xueluo was a gentle and sensible daughter-in-law, so there was nothing more to say. Seeing that Hetun wanted to drink and chat with his own son alone, of course, she understood and left to make space for the father and son.
The room was not big, but it was clean and warm by Xue Luo.
A bottle of red wine and two red wine glasses could be carried by He Tun with one hand. It seemed that He Tun didn't intend to drink with Feng Xinglang until he was drunk.
Even if He Tun wanted to take a few more bottles, he didn't have the hands to do so!
"Let's go out and drink. Xue Luo doesn't like the smell of alcohol on me. "
Although the room was warm, there was not enough space for the father and son to drink and chat.
"Then let's go to the balcony on the top floor! It should be more comfortable with the cool breeze. "
Feng Xinglang was not in the mood to listen to He Tun. But since He Tun wanted to say something to him, there was no harm in listening.
He Tun personally poured red wine for Feng Xinglang. After a crisp clink of glasses, the father and son drank up.
It was really a top quality wine. It was sweet in the mouth and slightly bitter in the aftertaste. The taste was quite mellow.
"I will let Lao Shishui accompany you back to Shen Cheng. That child is honest and good at martial arts. You can keep him. "
"No need!"
Feng Xinglang refused, but he saw the disappointment on He Tun's face. Then he explained, "You are short of hands now! You should keep him for yourself. Shen Cheng has been peaceful recently. You don't need him. "
This explanation made He Tun feel much better.
"You and that Cong Gang … are you very close?"
This was the third person who mentioned Cong Gang to Feng Xinglang.
He Tun remembered that when his son was trapped on the cruise, it was Cong Gang who saved him. Although there was some unhappiness later, in general, Cong Gang should be on the same side as his son Xing Lang.
"Not very close …" Feng Xinglang raised his eyebrows slightly. "Cong Gang is quite difficult to control."
"Yes!" He Tun nodded, agreeing with his son's view of Cong Gang. "This Cong Gang's real name is Song Tai. He is indeed a troublemaker. He has his own opinions and ideas! Even Lao Er can't do anything to him! "
He Tun heaved a sigh of relief. "But this time, in order to repay Xing Er's kindness in raising him, he saved Xing Er's life and mine! He can be considered a person who values friendship and righteousness! "
Feng Xinglang raised his eyebrows slightly. How arrogant! Cong Gang just saved you, He Tun. And it wasn't because of you, He Tun!
Even his son Nuo Nuo didn't expose him, so Feng Xinglang wouldn't say anything.
"Oh right, that Yan Bang … what has he been busy with recently?"
This was a sensitive topic. Just like the road that didn't have a road, it became a road when more people walked on it.
He knew that this topic would make his son unhappy, but He Tun still asked. He didn't seem to mind telling Feng Xinglang about this matter that made both father and son feel awkward.
Feng Xinglang was very unwilling to answer He Tun. But it seemed that if he didn't answer, this topic would become even more confusing.
"I really don't know! I've been quite busy recently, and I don't have time to care about his business. "
Under normal circumstances, no one could play mind games with Feng Xinglang. Not to mention testing him verbally.
Feng Xinglang's answer was quite casual. It gave people the impression that he and Yan Bang were just ordinary business partners.
"Yes, it's good to stay away from him! You're a person with a family! If Xue Luo and Fifteen misunderstand you, it won't be good. "
Regardless of whether Feng Xinglang liked to hear it or not, He Tun took advantage of his seniority to give advice to his son.
"What's there to misunderstand? Yan Bang and Mo San are both my business partners. "
Feng Xinglang still answered without batting an eyelid.
"It's understandable that you think that way … but maybe Yan Bang doesn't think that way?"
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