Little friend Lin Nuo's bowl cut really amazed Xing Shier.
The original little gentleman and the little boy were gone, and there was a nondescript country bumpkin.
This was not the key point!
The key point was that with the movement of the little fellow's head, the bowl cut would float up, looking silly and adorable.
"Fifteen, where is your mother?" He Tun asked seriously.
It seemed that he did not care what kind of haircut the little fellow had. Or perhaps, he knew what Lin Xueluo's intention was like the back of his hand.
"Mommy is not feeling well, she can't go with you."
The little fellow's words made He Tun frown slightly.
Because tonight, He Tun was looking forward to seeing how shocked and shocked Feng Xinglang would be when Lin Xueluo appeared in front of him with little Fifteen in her arms!
"Your mother was fine during the day, why did she suddenly feel sick? Shier, go and call the doctor. "
"No, foster father, just let mommy have a good rest at home. I hate being followed by mommy the most, it's not comfortable at all! "
Of course, the little fellow also knew that mommy Xueluo was pretending to be sick.
Because Xueluo really did not want to go to the banquet. But Xueluo knew that she could not stop He Tun, so she could only let He Tun take his son Lin Nuo.
He Tun did not insist. After all, little Fifteen was the star of the night. Lin Xueluo was just a foil.
It was also good that Lin Xueluo did not go, so he could control the little fellow's words and actions more freely.
He had already walked out of the door of the villa, but the little fellow stopped in his tracks. Thinking of something, he turned around and ran into the villa.
When he came out again, there was a well-made crossbow in his hand. This was specially made for his foster son, Fifteen, by He Tun. Although it was small and light, its lethality was not reduced.
The reason why he went back to get the crossbow was that the little fellow heard from Xing Laoba that he would meet his biological father, Feng Xinglang, at the banquet tonight. How could he miss such a great opportunity?
Seeing the crossbow in the little fellow's hand, He Tun smiled knowingly. It seemed that the meeting between father and son tonight would not be too boring!
Three riot police cars drove out of Repulse Bay unhurriedly.
The little fellow sat on He Tun's lap, silently staring at the crossbow in his hand.
"Fifteen, when we get to the club, do you want my foster father to hold you or carry me in? Or should I let Twelfth hold your hand? "
He Tun's mood tonight was pretty good, so he patiently asked the somewhat gloomy little friend Lin Nuo.
The little fellow pursed his lips and thought for a moment. "Foster Father, carry me in! I want Godfather to carry me! "
It was as if the image of Feng Xinglang tightly hugging that little girl appeared in the little fellow's mind again. Afraid that the little girl would catch a cold, he took off his coat and wrapped it around the little girl …
The little girl had a father who loved her and hugged her. He also had a foster father who loved and hugged him!
Whatever the little girl had, he, Lin Nuo, also had!
"Alright! Then it's settled. In a while, foster father will personally carry you in! "
He Tun bounced the little guy in his arms with his legs and rubbed his chin against his little face.
From the beginning to the end, He Tun did not ask the little fellow why she wanted to bring a crossbow!
Vaguely, he could smell the little anger that the little fellow harbored. He wanted to seek justice for his mother, Lin Xueluo!
This kind of beginning was pretty good!
It was exactly what He Tun wanted to see!
*****
This leisure club was not eye-catching, but it was extremely luxurious.
It was a gray area!
It was neither black nor white. It could be said to be a buffer zone and transition zone between black and white.
The people in the yamen were more worried that He Tun would cause trouble in Shen City!
Because of He Tun's identity, he was not someone they could afford to offend.
The entire leisure club was booked by He Tun.
Ye Shinian, who was dressed splendidly, looked like a beast in human clothing. Seeing that He Tun had not arrived yet, he plunged into the flowers and started his adventure tonight.
But tonight, Feng Xinglang was quite different.
He did not go to talk to those high-ranking officials and dignitaries, nor did he try to win over those black and white people.
He just tasted the food.
And Yan Bang accompanied Feng Xinglang, watching him eat one by one.
"You have a good appetite tonight … Nervous?"
Yan Bang took a sip of red wine and asked.
"Yes! I was so nervous that I almost forgot what my surname is! "
Feng Xinglang humorously picked up a piece of pastry and stuffed it directly into Yan Bang's mouth.
Yan Bang seemed a little flattered. He bit the pastry, and at the same time, he bit Feng Xinglang's finger.
"Sorry! I'm also very nervous! "Yan Bang joked.
Feng Xinglang gave Yan Bang a cold look and continued to taste all kinds of food.
He was indeed nervous.
He was worried that if he couldn't control himself, he would directly slaughter He Tun in front of everyone!
"He's coming, he's coming …"
With the uproar of the crowd, Feng Xinglang glanced in the direction of the red carpet.
After five years, He Tun was still so strong and strong. His chest was so strong that it almost came out of his clothes.
But in his arms, he was holding … a little boy?
He looked only about five years old, with a silly but cute bowl cut; a pair of big eyes full of arrogance of stepping on the shoulders of giants.
"What the f * ck … Could it be that the little munchkin in He Tun's arms is his fifteenth adopted son?"
Ye Shinian had a strong feeling of being deceived. Originally, he thought that He Tun's adopted son, Fifteen, should be a very powerful character!
But he did not expect that he was actually just a little munchkin.
Yan Bang seemed to be stunned for a moment, and he said humorously, "Is He Tun thinking of opening a nursery?"
Feng Xinglang kept staring at Little Fifteen in He Tun's arms.
His heart inexplicably palpitated. He had a feeling that he had seen this little boy somewhere before.
It was only when Feng Xinglang saw Xing Shier behind He Tun that he realized that he seemed to have fallen into a new round of He Tun's plot.
Feng Xinglang had seen Xing Shier before. And more than once.
Suddenly, Feng Xinglang thought of the "little brother" that Tuan Tuan had been nagging about. Now it seemed that it was undoubtedly the little boy in He Tun's arms.
Amidst the flattery, He Tun walked straight towards Feng Xinglang with Little Fifteen in his arms.
Not knowing what He Tun's intentions were, Yan Bang subconsciously moved closer to Feng Xinglang.
When he saw Feng Xinglang, the little boy only took a quick glance before turning his head away. He hugged He Tun's neck tightly with both hands and buried his little head in He Tun's shoulder.
The little boy seemed to have an inferiority complex that made him afraid and unwilling to face Feng Xinglang.
"Fifteen, quickly call this uncle. This uncle is very powerful. I heard that he didn't die even after taking three bullets! "
He Tun turned the little boy's body slightly so that he was facing Feng Xinglang.
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