He Tun kept his word.
The next morning, he sent the little fellow back to the Feng family.
"I'm going back to Pater Castle for a while … If Qiyun misses me, call me. I'll send a plane to pick you up. "
He kissed the little fellow's head with his chin. Even though he only had one arm left, He Tun hugged the little fellow tightly.
"How long is' a while '?"
The little fellow asked, "By the way, how are Eighth Brother and Twelfth Brother?"
"Two or three months … I think they can go back to Shen City to celebrate the New Year with Qiyun."
The New Year in He Tun's mouth was not the Spring Festival, but New Year's Day.
"Then Qiyun will wait for you to come back! You'd better bring Eighth Brother and Twelfth Brother with you. "
The little fellow changed his posture and lay in He Tun's arms, so that he could be closer to He Tun who only had one arm left.
"Foster Father, when will you grow a new arm? Qiyun has been looking forward to it for you. "
Hearing the little fellow's words, He Tun's heart seemed to be grasped.
"Boy, you always make me distressed! I can't stop it! "
He thought of something. "By the way, Qiyun, you left Shisi in Shen City. If you need anything, come to Repulse Bay to find him or call him directly. Call him whenever you want. "
He Tun put the note with Xing Shisi's phone number in the little fellow's pocket.
"Then who will escort you back to Pater Castle?" The little fellow asked with concern.
"And Qiyun and the others!"
He Tun patted the little fellow's shoulder, sighed slightly and said meaningfully, "Finally, I can give your second brother an explanation!"
The little fellow didn't think about what 'explanation' He Tun meant. As long as He Tun was safe, the little fellow could rest assured.
"Father … Mommy … My son is back."
Lin Nuo, who was carried out of the anti-riot car, ran happily toward the Feng family's courtyard.
He Tun followed the little fellow, probably wanting to go into the house to see his son, Feng Xinglang.
Xing Shisi carried two big bags of packed food and followed closely behind.
Feng Xinglang, who never got up early, was sitting steadily on the sofa in the living room.
"Father, so early? Where's my mommy? "
Seeing that his father's expression was not quite right, the little fellow immediately changed his words and asked for Mommy.
"Where did you go? Did you get father's permission? "
Feng Xinglang glanced at He Tun and began to interrogate the cheerful little fellow sternly.
"Did your biological son tell your mommy? Oh right, where's my mommy? Are you still sleeping? I went upstairs and shouted for her to come downstairs to eat! The pastries made by foster father's family chef are very delicious! "
Seeing that the situation was not good, the little guy immediately ran upstairs, ignoring his father's stern gaze.
Only He Tun and Feng Xinglang were left in the living room.
"Sorry, I didn't tell you before I took Fifteen away." He Tun still had some self-awareness.
"Pay more attention next time. Don't always do whatever you want! "
Feng Xinglang responded in a clear voice, and his expression softened a little.
"Ah Lang, I'm going back to Pater Castle to rest for a while … You, Fifteen, and Xue Luo have a good life. Visit me in Pater Castle when you're free. I'll pick you up in my private plane. "
He didn't know if He Tun was embarrassed or not. As a listener, even Feng Xinglang felt embarrassed for He Tun.
Visit him when you're free? He really thought too much!
"You're already an old man over 60 years old. It's time for you to enjoy your old age! Don't fight and kill outside. Don't make yourself half disabled. It's so pitiful! "
Maybe this kind of caring words were more suitable for Feng Xinglang's character.
"Ah Lang, don't worry about me …"
"It's late. Go back. Nuo Nuo should go to school. "
He Tun still wanted to say something, but he was stopped by Feng Xinglang's indifferent order to leave.
Maybe it was okay to chat with him, but He Tun always called himself 'Dad'. He really didn't consider Feng Xinglang's feelings.
"Well, I'm going back. Take care of Fifteen … I'll try to come back to Shen City to see him during the New Year. "
To be honest, the conversation between the father and son was really embarrassing.
When Xue Luo went downstairs, He Tun had already left in the anti-riot car.
"They're all gone? I haven't had time to say goodbye to dad. "
She only changed her clothes but she didn't think that He Tun had already left.
"Lin Xue Luo, you call him Dad quite smoothly!" Feng Xinglang scolded.
Xue Luo turned around and glared at Feng Xinglang, "You don't want to treat He Tun as your real dad but I'm willing to treat him as my father-in-law! If it wasn't for He Tun raising us for 5 years, maybe my Nuo Nuo and I would have been living on the streets! "
"Do you think that your husband is dead!" Feng Xinglang scolded.
"So what if he's alive? Facing Lan Youyou, you're still protecting her! At that time whether or not my Nuo Nuo will be able to give birth safely is still unknown! "
After Xue Luo grumbled, she walked towards the pile of packed food.
Compared to grieving the past, Xue Luo was more willing to embrace the future and enjoy it.
"Xinglang, try this bacon roll … smelling it makes my mouth water!"
Xue Luo used her fingers to pinch a piece of bacon roll and stuffed it into Feng Xinglang's mouth.
"What, did you not eat enough last night?"
"Feng Xinglang, you're so disgusting!"
This sentence directly made Xue Luo put down the lunchbox in her hand and changed to eat some plain potato pancakes.
After eating a sumptuous and delicious breakfast, the next important thing is to escort Feng Linnuo who had gone crazy from playing to school.
"Mommy, it's already 8pm, we're already late … let's go tomorrow!"
Mentioning school, the little fellow's forehead is filled with black lines. All kinds of acting spoiled and acting cute.
"My dear son, my stomach hurts … my head also hurts … my whole body feels uncomfortable!"
"No! Feng Linnuo who is completely useless! Mommy is already prepared to spend the whole day with you in a war of attrition! "
"Mommy, you're so heartless … is your dear son really your own? You feel that he's even more pitiful than a child you picked up! "
"If he was really a child picked up, mommy wouldn't need to worry so much about your studies! Carry your books and quickly get in the car! "
"Mommy, you don't even love your own son!"
"Right! This kind of son who always thinks of playing truant, it's fine if mommy doesn't love him! "
"Mommy, Feng Tuan Tuan still hasn't returned to school … today is already Friday, let's wait until next Monday to go to school!"
"Take care of yourself first!"
Xue Luo carried the little fellow onto Bassoon's car and personally escorted the little fellow to school.
"Dear father … save me!"
Although Feng Xinglang has the heart to protect his son, facing his fierce wife, he still endured it.
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