Three minutes later, He Tun seemed to regain his calmness.
And in these three minutes, Xue Luo didn't retreat, nor did she avoid. She just stood there quietly, using silence to resist He Tun's anger.
"If your apology is sincere enough … I can consider bringing you to Shen Cheng to find Fifteen!"
He Tun absent-mindedly cut off the round end of the cigar between his fingers with a cigar cutter, and then preheated the end of the cigar with a match. When the end of the cigar was evenly heated and became black and shiny, he put the cigar into his mouth.
He Tun's action was very experienced, looking at Xue Luo with a slightly playful expression.
Xue Luo was silent for two to three seconds, then walked a few steps towards He Tun who was sitting on the sofa. She stopped when she was one meter away from He Tun.
With He Tun's skill, he didn't need to worry about Xue Luo suddenly attacking him. He had enough speed to hit back at anyone who wanted to attack him.
Thus, He Tun waved his hand to signal Xing Laoba who wanted to get close to him to stay where he was.
With a plop, Xue Luo directly knelt in front of He Tun.
"Such an apology is sincere enough, right?"
Xue Luo looked straight into Xue Luo's eyes, her upper body was perfectly straight.
Not to mention Xing Laoba, even He Tun was startled.
"Can you have a little bit of backbone? How can you kneel just like that? Even if you don't have gold under your knees, you shouldn't be so spineless! "
Towards Xue Luo suddenly kneeling in front of him, He Tun looked down on her.
Perhaps he admired people like Feng Xinglang who had a strong backbone. Even if he was shot three times, he would still stand up straight! Even if he fell to the ground, he wouldn't kneel down to him.
"Nothing can compare to my son's safety! Not even if you have backbone! "
Xue Luo replied directly. This was the voice of a mother, but also a kind of helplessness.
Because in front of the strong He Tun, it was completely useless to fight with him. Since the hard way didn't work, she could only use the soft way!
He Tun glanced at Xue Luo who was kneeling in front of him. He felt that this girl was not only tenacious but also flexible.
"Okay, get up! I will give you ten minutes to prepare, we are leaving. "
He Tun leisurely snorted and let the smoke of the cigar linger in his mouth. He carefully savored it and circulated it on his tongue. Then, he slowly exhaled it. They were born to be kings and nobles.
He thought that Xue Luo would say: No need to prepare, I can follow you out now.
Unexpectedly, Xue Luo got up from the ground and hurriedly ran upstairs to her bedroom. Using her fastest speed, she packed a few things before rushing downstairs. It took more than five minutes!
Looking at the panting Xue Luo, He Tun seemed to be smiling, yet not smiling.
It could be said that Xue Luo was the third woman that He Tun had interacted with for a longer period of time.
The first woman, who was also Feng Xinglang's mother, had already left a deep impression on him.
The second woman, the adopted daughter Lan Youyou, let He Tun know: Women can also be used!
The third woman was Lin Xueluo in front of He Tun …
A woman who was willing to compromise and endure humiliation for the sake of her child! It was quite interesting!
*****
Lin Nuo used more than an hour to get used to the time difference between England and Shen Cheng.
In the past hour or so, he had also adapted to the high-rise buildings of Shen Cheng City, the crowded crowds, and the cars that were stuck together like bugs. Also, the sky was always gray.
Compared to the grandeur of Pate Castle and the vast forest around it, it was really too different.
"Twelve, why do you think there are so many big sisters who are not wearing pants on such a cold day? And even showing their legs? "
"…"
"Twelve, tell me, the road is already so congested, why are they still sitting in their cars and waiting like idiots? Isn't it faster to walk? "
"…"
It seemed that Xing Shier wouldn't be able to answer such a profound question, so the little fellow stopped asking.
One of his hands was held by Xing Twelve, and the other was holding the portrait. From time to time, he would stare at the crowd with his big watery eyes.
The person in the portrait was indeed Feng Xinglang. The little guy had picked it up from the rubbish bin.
This adult version of the man who looked like him should be his real father.
In fact, the little guy's wish was to walk out of Pate Castle with his mommy to find his daddy!
However, his godfather Hetun only fulfilled half of his wish. He told Lin Nuo to go to Shen Cheng to find his daddy first, and then go with his daddy to Pate Castle to pick up his mother, Lin Xueluo.
The little guy could only agree.
An hour later, it was still to no avail. However, Lin Nuo still had no intention of giving up.
In this vast sea of people, it was not easy to find someone who looked like the person in the portrait.
In fact, Xing Twelve knew that Feng Xinglang was currently in GK's venture capital group. However, he didn't bring the little guy there directly. Instead, he wanted to let the little guy experience the "fun" of finding his daddy.
"Twelve, isn't my daddy handsome?"
After a slight pause, the little guy added, "He looks like me, of course he's handsome!"
So, he looked at Xing Twelve again. "Too bad, you don't look like me at all! Otherwise, you would be handsome too! "
"…" Xing Twelve was speechless.
Another hour later, Xing Shier finally arrived at GK with his little nagging. Instead of going in, he sat on the flowerbed outside GK Corporation and waited.
"Twelve, do you know my daddy?"
"I don't think so!"
"Then why did you bring me here?"
"Intuition!"
"What's intuition?"
"… It's a premonition!"
"Did you have a premonition that my daddy would appear here?"
"Yes!"
"Are you close to my daddy?"
"No!"
"Then why did you have a premonition that my daddy would appear here?"
"Intuition!"
"What is intuition?"
"… It's a premonition!"
"…"
A Rolls-Royce slowly drove into Lin Nuo's sight.
In the past five years, Feng Xinglang had kept some habits: he wore dark casual clothes, calm but not dull; he was fashionable but not eye-catching.
He was still handsome, wild and wild; he had the maturity and steadiness of a man who had experienced many vicissitudes …
Lin Nuo's eyes widened.
"Look, doesn't that person look like your daddy?"
The little guy stared at Feng Xinglang, who got out of the Rolls-Royce, and at the drawing …
"Yes! Too much! Like me! I'm just a little old! "
Lin Nuo excitedly got up and was about to chase after him, but he stopped.
He was staring at something.
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