It was to commemorate the dead caterpillar!
"Bug? Or caterpillar's Bug? "
He Tun felt awkward no matter how he said it, "A little girl with such a nickname, why does it sound so hard to pronounce?"
Actually not only was it hard to pronounce, He Tun wanted to say words like 'disgusting' or 'disgusting'. But this' Bug 'was the nickname his own son gave to his granddaughter, so he gave her some face.
"Since my sister cannot have such a nickname, then I shall call her Bug!"
The little fellow volunteered a little, but it was more of a self-recommendation. "Godfather, Mommy, from today onwards, you can call me Buggy!"
"…" He Tun and Xue Luo were stunned.
The nickname 'Bug' was not good enough to make the little thing fight over it right?!
"Who are you calling Bug?"
Following the magnetic low baritone voice, the gentle and handsome Feng Xinglang slowly walked down the stairs. Time had settled his elegance and steadiness, but between his brows there was a hint of flirtatious evilness, showing his natural king's demeanor.
"Ah Lang …"
He Tun called out. He looked at his outstanding and handsome biological son with incomparable gratification.
This was his own flesh and blood born together with his beloved woman.
He Tun's eyes were filled with fatherly love. But he had no way to vent it on his biological son Feng Xinglang. What he could do was to hug his grandson in his arms and kiss him again and again.
Feng Xinglang only glanced at He Tun, then looked at his son Feng Linnuo in his arms.
"Good son, did your biological father hear wrongly? You actually want to fight with your sister to be called Bug? Is this name really that good? "
Feng Xinglang was just following the meaning of what he heard just now.
"Biological father, since my sister is not suitable to be called Bug, then let your biological son be called Bug!"
The little fellow climbed down from He Tun, ran over and hugged his biological father Feng Xinglang's waist.
Of course Feng Xinglang knew why his son was so excited to change his nickname to Bug.
The little fellow not only worships Cong Gang, but also has unwillingness and affection.
"Such a good name, you can't just change it like that!"
Feng Xinglang took a deep breath, carrying his son who had a face full of anticipation, "Biological son, Nuo Nuo sounds better!"
"Then who is called Buggy? Younger sister? "The little fellow asked expectantly.
"No! You and your sister don't have to call me Buggy! "
Feng Xinglang kissed his son's little face and whispered into the little thing's ear, "The big caterpillar will always live in our hearts! Even if you and your sister don't call him Buggy, we won't forget him! Am I right? "
The little fellow nodded his head vigorously and hugged his father, Feng Xinglang's neck, lying on his stomach softly.
"Ah Lang, are you feeling better? Father brought some tonics for you and Xue Luo. I'll get Twelfth Brother to send it over later. "
"No need! You can keep it for yourself! "Feng Xinglang snorted.
The situation was indeed a little awkward. Fortunately, Hetun was used to his son's coldness.
"Dad, you haven't had breakfast yet, right? Come, let's eat together! "
Xue Luo hurriedly broke the awkward silence between the father and son, "Nuo Nuo, go to the car and call your twelfth brother."
"Okay, I'll go now!" The little fellow immediately ran out and shouted.
Xing Shier did not want to eat Feng family's breakfast. The cooking skills of Shallow Water Bay's chefs far surpassed Auntie An of Feng family.
The key point was that Xing Shier could not bear to see his foster father, Hetun, suffer in front of his own son, Feng Xinglang!
What the eye doesn't see, the heart doesn't grieve. He was worried that in a moment of impulse, he would fight with Feng Xinglang. If he accidentally crippled Feng Xinglang, his foster father, Hetun, would be heartbroken again!
He felt that foster father, Hetun, was completely torturing himself! Moreover, they would always come to the door to be abused by others!
When Lin Nuo knocked on the car door, Xing Shier was eating a delicious sandwich from Shallow Water Bay.
"Twelfth Brother, why didn't you get off the car with foster father? You're being lazy and irresponsible! "
Xing Shier glanced at Lin Nuo from the corner of his eyes and continued to eat his sandwich.
"Twelfth Brother, come to my house for breakfast. Grandma An's breakfast is very delicious. "The little fellow became gentler.
"I don't care!"
Xing Shier snorted, "Fifteen, if your biological father dares to disobey my foster father, do you think I'll beat him up or beat him up?"
"Don't worry, Twelfth Brother. My biological father is having a good chat with my foster father! They won't quarrel anymore! "
The little fellow climbed into the car and obediently snuggled into Xing Shier's arms. He lay on his chest, feeling especially at ease.
"Twelfth Brother, where do you think people go after they die? Will they come back? Can they see us? "
Xing Shier instantly dropped the sandwich that he was chewing on and hugged the little thing in his arms tightly in response to the little fella's sudden sentimental question.
"Twelfth Brother, I know you miss eighth brother … Actually, I miss him too! This time, foster father is going back to Pater Castle to erect a monument for eighth brother's burial. "
"Erect a monument for eighth brother?"
The little fellow immediately raised his head from Xing Shier's arms, "Then I have to go back too!"
"I'm afraid your biological father won't agree …" Xing Shier snorted coldly.
"My biological father will definitely agree! I'll go in and tell my biological father right now! "
The little fellow immediately climbed out of the car and ran back hurriedly.
In the living room, Hetun and Feng Xinglang didn't have a pleasant chat. Lin Nuo only heard them mention a person called Old Ando.
"Biological father … biological father … biological son wants to follow my foster father back to Pater Castle …"
"No! That's also impossible! "
Before the little fellow could finish his words, Feng Xinglang sternly rebuked him.
"Why not?! Bastard Feng Xinglang, you're too overbearing! "
The little fellow immediately pouted.
"Nuo Nuo, how can you talk to your biological father like that?!"
Xue Luo immediately squatted down and stopped the confrontation between the father and son.
"Mommy, I want to follow my foster father back to Pater Castle to erect a monument for eighth brother's burial … But bastard biological father won't agree! Eighth brother loves me so much, I want to erect a monument for him … "
Although the little fellow was stern, he couldn't help but have tears in his eyes.
"Nuo Nuo, listen to your father and stay by your parents' side. Foster father and your foster brothers will be enough for your eighth brother's funeral! "
Perhaps it was because of Ceresto's violent incident, Hetun tried to obey his son's wishes.
"This reason is reasonable. Then go! Take care of yourself, biological father and mommy will wait for you to come back. "
When Feng Xinglang said these words, Lin Nuo was touched.
Such a righteous biological father, how could he not be touched!
"Biological father, you're so great! Biological son loves you so much! "
The little fellow immediately flew over and hugged his biological father's waist like a spoiled child.
Seeing the father and son pair reconcile, Xue Luo's eyes were filled with gratification.
Just that …
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