Seeing that he could not avoid it, the little fellow simply turned around and looked straight at Feng Xinglang.
His little eyes were full of resentment and sadness.
There was also an obvious anger.
With his foster father He Tun as his solid backing, Lin Nuo seemed to be more confident.
"Feng Xinglang, I hate you!"
The little fellow called his father's name viciously.
This was the opening of the meeting between father and son.
Lin Nuo snuggled in his foster father He Tun's arms, arrogantly looking down on Feng Xinglang. It was a little like a fox borrowing the tiger's might.
But in the depths of the little fellow's eyes, it was not difficult to see a trace of hurt and sadness. With a little resentment.
"…" Feng Xinglang's handsome brows slightly wrinkled: Why is this naughty child the same as that old poisonous fish He Tun? He really has no upbringing!
"Hehe, little pot lid, didn't your foster father teach you to be polite when you meet your elders?"
Seeing that the little fellow spoke rudely to Feng Xinglang, Ye Shinian followed up.
When he stretched out his hand to touch the little fellow's pot lid, before his hand could touch Lin Nuo, it was grabbed by Xing Shier who was behind He Tun.
Xing Shier was a little fresh meat in his early twenties, fair and thin; but Ye Shinian did not expect his grip to be so frighteningly strong.
Not only was it painful, but there was also a severe numbness in his nervous system.
"Sorry, my fifteenth brother does not like others to touch him!"
Xing Shier's voice was indifferent. It was so indifferent that it made people's hairs stand on end. It was as if it could march into the bone marrow.
Feng Xinglang's handsome face did not show much expression when he was called hateful by a little brat.
He stared at the little fellow and smiled faintly, "Oh, is that so? It's not strange, because your foster father also hates me! "
"I hate you, it has nothing to do with my foster father! It's my personal grudge with you! "
The little fellow refuted. When he stared at Feng Xinglang again, his pair of big bright eyes were filled with complicated anger.
Personal grudge?
He was only about five years old, where did this grudge come from?
Looking at the little fellow's stubborn expression, Feng Xinglang raised his eyebrows slightly.
He only felt that every time he looked deeply at this little thing, the hostility in his body would inexplicably settle down. He was actually so good-tempered that he couldn't get angry at all.
So, Feng Xinglang smiled and asked gently,
"I really want to know what kind of personal grievances we have."
The little fellow wriggled his chubby lips a few times, wanting to say something, but because he remembered his mommy Xue Luo's warning, he wanted to say something but hesitated.
"I can't be bothered to talk to you!"
It was that arrogant expression that pushed people a thousand miles away. That disdainful look on his face really made people want to beat him up.
"Godfather, let's go. This person made Fifteen's mood terrible! "
The little guy turned his head away and did not look at Feng Xinglang again.
"Hahaha, good, foster father will take you away. Stay away from this annoying person! "
After pecking the little fellow's chubby face, He Tun left with the little fellow in his arms. He went straight to the point, not even bothering to exchange pleasantries on the table.
"What kind of brat is this? He doesn't have any manners at all! "
Watching Xing Fifteen being carried away by He Tun, Ye Shinian shook his numb arm that was pinched by Xing Twelve and snorted coldly.
But Feng Xinglang's gaze kept following the little figure of Lin Nuo.
It was obviously just a little boy that he had never met before, but Feng Xinglang's heart inexplicably palpitated, even the depths of his soul was trembling! Somehow, there seemed to be a strange feeling of déjà vu with this little boy …
But Feng Xinglang was sure that this was really the first time he had met this little boy called Fifteen.
But he inexplicably felt that he had known this child for many years!
His heart palpitated for a long time, causing Feng Xinglang to be unable to calm down.
"It's strange for a child raised by He Tun to have a proper upbringing! But it's a pity that a little thing that's only a few years old has already become a tool of He Tun! "
Yan Bang sighed softly, "Lang, I think He Tun wants to fight a long battle with you! His adopted sons are coming one after another! The young boy behind him just now is probably in his twenties. Plus this little one in his arms … This He Tun really wants to compete with you! "
Seeing that Feng Xinglang was staring in the direction of He Tun in silence, Yan Bang asked again, "Lang, what kind of deep hatred do you have with He Tun?"
"It's probably because I'm too handsome, that old poisonous fish is jealous of me!"
Feng Xinglang laughed coldly.
Actually, the question that Yan Bang asked was also a question that had been bothering Feng Xinglang. Of course, he didn't believe that He Tun killed both of them just because he didn't like his face.
*****
In the washroom.
The man in the mirror had a tall and straight posture, and a handsome face.
Feng Xinglang was indeed a handsome man!
He let the cold water flow through his well-defined fingers.
But his mind couldn't stop thinking about the little boy in He Tun's arms just now. That stubborn little face, why did it look so familiar?
With a click, Feng Xinglang heard the washroom door being closed and locked.
"Feng Xinglang!"
Then, there was a childish call.
When he looked back, Feng Xinglang saw the little guy with his hands behind his back.
The little guy looked very likable. He had an adorable hairstyle, chubby baby cheeks, sparkling black and white eyes that were clear and lively, and the corners of his mouth were curled up lazily, looking proud and stubborn …
When their eyes met, Feng Xinglang couldn't help but reveal a gentle and friendly smile to Xing Shiwu.
Although he knew that the little guy was He Tun's adopted son, Feng Xinglang couldn't hate this little guy. Not to mention that he was still a little boy.
"You want to … talk to me alone?"
Glancing at the door that was locked by the little guy, Feng Xinglang said leisurely.
"Feng Xinglang, you're so annoying! Bullying a girl! "
Lin Nuo said indignantly.
Bullying a girl? Where did this come from?
"Can we talk about something gentler and more positive? For example: Optimus Prime who saved Earth, or Ultraman who defeated the monsters again and again? "
Feng Xinglang didn't seem to like the little guy always being aggressive when talking to him.
"Then I will represent Earth to destroy you!"
The little guy was filled with righteous indignation, took out a crossbow from behind, aimed at Feng Xinglang and shot.
To be honest, Feng Xinglang really didn't think that this little guy would be so aggressive!
More or less, it still made Feng Xinglang feel inexplicably sad.
The little guy's movements and posture were very standard. One look and you could tell that he had been trained since he was young.
Sure enough, this little guy was really raised by He Tun and was used as a tool to deal with Feng Xinglang!
With Feng Xinglang's agility, he could completely avoid the arrows that little friend Lin Nuo shot at him. But for some reason, or perhaps because he was absent-minded, the arrow still hit Feng Xinglang's shoulder.
A few seconds later, the ash-gray suit on Feng Xinglang's left shoulder was dyed red with blood.
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