Xue Luo wasn't sure if the cold-blooded and cruel He Tun really liked her son Lin Nuo.
But from He Tun's laughing expression, it seemed that he didn't need to put on airs in front of a five-year-old kid.
But Xue Luo didn't know if there was a conspiracy behind He Tun's smile.
In fact, Xue Luo was very grateful to He Tun for providing them with a stable environment for five years.
To prevent her from being frightened, to prevent her from suffering, to prevent her from wandering aimlessly.
Xue Luo really didn't want to know about He Tun's conspiracy. But every time Xue Luo was extremely rational, she couldn't help but analyze what He Tun's conspiracy was.
Sometimes Xue Luo would think: He Tun loved his son Lin Nuo so much, he wouldn't treat the little guy as a tool right?
But Xue Luo couldn't help but worry. A man like He Tun, who was especially calm and rational, should be able to distinguish between love and revenge.
Maybe in the depths of He Tun's heart, loving Lin Nuo and taking revenge on Feng Xinglang had never been confused!
"Fifteen, do you like foster father?"
He Tun lifted Lin Nuo above his head and let him ride on his shoulder. This kind of doting action, no matter how you looked at it, it was like a doting action from an elder to a younger generation.
"If you perform well enough, I can still have a little bit of liking for you!"
Lin Nuo rode on He Tun's neck, using his pair of short legs to hook onto He Tun's neck, doing a high difficulty roc spreading its wings.
Fifteen was the last choice Xue Luo made under helplessness.
On the day of Lin Nuo's first birthday, He Tun's celebration for the little guy could be said to be a unique one.
The whole of Pater Castle was as joyous as if he had married a wife in Rivertown, and there was a great deal of flowers, and a great deal of fireworks.
The last thing was to let Lin Nuo draw lots.
Not to choose a favorite toy, but to choose the name and ranking of the little guy in He Tun.
From the eldest to the thirteenth, they were all within the range of choices.
The numbers were written on the paper and let Lin Nuo choose one from them.
At that time, Xue Luo was thinking: He Tun's foster sons were ranked from the eldest to the twelfth. If Lin Nuo chose the thirteenth, it would be okay, but if he chose the others, such as the fourth, fifth, or eighth, wouldn't there be two fourth, fifth, and eighth sons?
Xue Luo was unable to stop He Tun from adopting her son Lin Nuo as his godson.
Perhaps this was one of the important reasons why River Town brought them back to Pater Castle.
At that time, Xue Luo only saw a cup of black wine placed in front of each of the other godson. Later on, Xue Luo found out that the black wine was a neurotoxin. Drinking it would cause instant death.
In other words, River Tun would not allow its adopted son to be ranked and addressed repeatedly.
For example, if Lin Nuo accidentally chose Xing Laosi, then the original Xing Laosi would have to get rid of himself.
The river was cruel and cold-blooded. To him, all of his adopted sons were just tools that he could use.
When they were summoned, he came as he wished. When they were waved, he left as he wished.
There was another terrifying sign: Ever since a certain scholar personally 'persuaded' Xue Luo to return to He Tun, she had never seen Xing San again.
Perhaps Feng Xinglang's promise to 'bring home the beauty' was ultimately just a dream that Xing San could never fulfill!
He was just a one-year-old kid, so he didn't know anything. He squirmed in and out of River Tun's arms, looking curiously at the row of numbers that River Tun had written in front of him.
"Little thing, godfather will read them to you one by one. If you like the ranking, just say it to godfather, understand?"
Of course, Lin Nuo didn't understand. He used his chubby little hands to search for the toys that would magically appear on He Tun's body.
"Eldest … Lao Er … Lao San …"
He Tun read very slowly, giving the little fellow enough time to react. But the little thing didn't seem to be interested in the 'Lao Er' that He Tun read, but more interested in the exquisite pistol on He Tun's body.
He Tun didn't hide it and let Lin Nuo play with it.
To be honest, Xue Luo's heart was extremely nervous, afraid that her one-year-old son Lin Nuo would accidentally fire the gun. It was only later that she found out that the bullet had to be loaded first. There was also some kind of trigger safety.
In other words, it was very safe for her son Lin Nuo to play with that exquisite pistol. This was what Xue Luo found out later.
When she didn't know, as long as her son Lin Nuo pulled out that pistol from He Tun's body, Xue Luo would be extremely nervous.
"Lao Er … Lao Er …"
When He Tun read 'Lao Er', Lin Nuo who was playing with the pistol suddenly paused. Then his little mouth kept repeating, "Lao Er … Lao Er … Lao Er … Lao Er …"
Actually, only Xue Luo understood that her son Lin Nuo didn't say 'Lao Er' but 'Lao Er'.
Ever since she gave birth to the little thing, Xue Luo would take the opportunity when no one was around to teach her son Lin Nuo how to say 'Lao Er' and 'Lao Er'.
"Haha … Little thing, you like Lao Er right?"
He Tun laughed heartily. Then, he planted a kiss on the little girl's cheeks, who kept mumbling '88, 88, 88'.
Xue Luo could clearly feel that Lao Er's expression was not calm as he slowly stretched out his hand to pick up the cup of black wine.
Faintly, Xue Luo had a bad premonition: That cup of black wine is definitely not something good!
"Wait a minute! I don't like Lao Er! And I don't like my child to be called Lao Er! I like … Lao Er! Right, Lao Er! It means' Happy Flowers Round Moon '! "
Lao Er was the name that Xue Luo suddenly blurted out. In any case, it sounds much better than whatever Lao Er!
The most important thing is that there is no need to implicate the other foster sons of He Tun to die.
He Tun paused for a moment as if he was waiting for little friend Lin Nuo in his embrace to have a reaction whether he likes it or not.
"Nuo Nuo, you like 'Lao Er' right? If you like it then nod your head and Nuo Nuo will have neinei to drink! "
Xue Luo immediately starts to persuade her son Lin Nuo.
The moment the little fellow heard mommy say that he will have milk to drink, he immediately nods his little head like a rattle drum and tries his best to jump into Xue Luo's embrace.
Seeing the little thing in his embrace continuously nodding his head, He Tun happily decides.
"Then this little thing shall be called Lao Er! Lao Er sounds good! "
He Tun once again kisses the little fellow's cheeks, "Lao Er … Lao Er … Lao Er … from now on foster father will call you Lao Er!"
Xing Laoba's hand, which was holding the cup of black wine, slowly loosened its grip. It was as if he had just taken a trip to the gates of hell.
Subconsciously, he gratefully looks towards Xue Luo.
Xue Luo also secretly heaves a sigh of relief and replies to Lao Er with a weak smile.
She is kind.
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