"This is your home!"
Feng Xinglang took a step forward, picked up his son, Lin Nuo, and walked towards the dining room.
Only when Mummy Xue Luo accompanied him to sit at the dining table did the little fellow stop making a ruckus and slowly quietened down.
Since Lin Xueluo could shamelessly sit at the Feng family's dining table, of course Lan Youyou would not back down.
Therefore, she took her daughter from Feng Lixin's arms and Feng Tuantuan also sat down.
It seemed like the real game between the two women had just begun.
"Nuo Nuo, come to me, will you?"
Feng Lixin stretched out his friendly and loving hands to the little fellow, wanting to carry the little fellow over to sit beside him.
Although this uncle looked gentle and amiable, Lin Nuo still rejected Feng Lixin's good intentions. Hugging Mommy Xue Luo's waist tightly, he nestled his little head in Mommy's embrace.
It was obvious that the little guy did not want to stay at the Feng family for dinner. But Mummy Xue Luo insisted on staying, so the little fellow could only follow Mummy's wishes.
The Feng family's dinner was sumptuous. At noon, Feng Xinglang had already called Aunt An to prepare the food.
"You're a man. Why are you curling up in your mother's arms like a little girl?"
Feng Xinglang stretched out his hand, wanting to caress his son's little head, but the little fellow avoided it in disgust. Thus, the back of his hand rubbed against the soft snow.
At the start, Xue Luo did not notice anything and thought that Feng Xinglang only wanted to be intimate with her. But who knew that Feng Xinglang's hand did not have any intention of taking it away …
When his son's little head tilted to the left, the back of his hand followed suit. When his son's little head dodged to the right, the back of his hand followed suit.
To be precise, the back of Feng Xinglang's hand should be rubbing against Xue Luo's soft skin from left to right, then from right to left.
Xue Luo is not a wooden person!
She could clearly feel Feng Xinglang's despicable hand rubbing against her chest.
She had actually been skillfully taken advantage of by him for so long! But she thought that Feng Xinglang was only teasing the son in her arms!
Lin Xueluo, oh, Lin Xueluo, you've brought this upon yourself, understand?
She actually sent herself to his door to let this man take advantage of her?
Is this the first time you've seen such a cheap man?
How many times had she been taken advantage of by him?
Lin Xue Luo glared at Feng Xinglang, then moved her body to a place where Feng Xinglang's arm could not reach.
Feng Xinglang, that big bastard, locked the door, and He Tun said that he would let Little Fifteen accompany his biological father for a few days … The mother and son could completely enter, but not leave.
Xue Luo really didn't want to create any more panic for her son who had been angry for half a day.
If the little fellow knew that his bastard father had locked the door and refused to let the mother and son leave, who knew what the little fellow would do!
Perhaps, this was the purpose of River Tun!
He Tun didn't really want his godson, Fifteen, to develop a relationship with his biological father, Feng Xinglang. His real purpose was to make Fifteen and his biological father hate each other!
The only thing Xue Luo could do was to protect her son from harm to the greatest extent. Regardless of whether it was the physical or the mental.
Feng Xinglang really wanted to tear the woman in front of him apart.
Due to the presence of his son, Lin Nuo, the little spectator, he had to endure and maintain his father's lofty image.
A piece of Dongpo pork that had its fat bitten off was sent into Xue Luo's bowl.
Feng Xinglang's actions were as smooth as before.
It seemed that after five years, this kind of action was already deeply ingrained in their hearts. There was no need to spend time to uncover the dusty memories, it would naturally happen when the conditions were right.
The reason why there are memories in life, is not because they suddenly remembered, but because they are unable to forget.
The little fellow was actually quite hungry. Just when he was hesitating whether he should eat dinner at his biological father's house, he saw his bastard father throwing a piece of meat that he had bitten off into his mommy Xue Luo's bowl.
Instantly, the little fellow stared with a pair of clear but angry big eyes, "Why did you throw the thing that you had bitten off into my mommy's bowl? Feng Xinglang, you're so disgusting! "
Facing his son's question, Feng Xinglang was really filled with regret: It seemed that in just a blink of an eye, his little replica was already five years old.
"Your mommy likes to eat Dongpo pork, but she doesn't like to eat the fat, so every time daddy would bite off the fat and leave the lean meat for your mommy to eat … your mommy loves to eat it."
"Besides, this is not disgusting, this is the affection between me and your mommy! Do you understand affection? It's almost the same as flirting! "
Feng Xinglang's explanation made Xue Luo feel both touched and embarrassed.
The little fellow was startled, looking at the piece of meat in his mommy's bowl: it was indeed lean meat, the fat had been bitten off.
"But how come I didn't know that my mommy loves to eat Dongpo pork?" The little fellow asked.
"Five years ago, you were still a little tadpole." Feng Xinglang smiled gently.
"Papa, why is little brother a little tadpole? What is that tuan? "Little Princess Feng asked curiously.
"Four years ago, you were also a little tadpole!" Feng Xinglang said dotingly.
Xue Luo originally didn't want to eat the Dongpo pork that had its fat bitten off. But the moment she raised her eyes, Xue Luo met Lan Youyou's almost man-eating gaze.
Not knowing what kind of mentality she had, under Lan Youyou's gaze, Xue Luo calmly ate the piece of Dongpo pork.
Thus, the second piece of Dongpo pork that had its fat bitten off, was sent from Feng Xinglang's chopsticks to Xue Luo's bowl.
Xue Luo ate a mouthful of rice and once again ate that piece of Dongpo pork.
It seemed to confirm Feng Xinglang's words: my dear mommy really likes to eat the Dongpo pork that had its fat bitten off by that bastard daddy.
"Papa, tuan also wants to eat."
Little Cutie seemed to be going crazy. Usually, this little thing rarely ate meat, but seeing Nuo Nuo's mommy eating so happily, she also wanted to eat.
Feng Lixin immediately bit off a piece of Dongpo pork for his daughter and then sent it to his daughter's bowl. Little Cutie immediately started eating happily.
"Nuo Nuo, is there anything you like to eat on this table? If there isn't, I'll let Grandma An continue cooking. "
Feng Lixin asked in a gentle voice.
"Big brother, don't trouble Aunt An. Nuo Nuo is not picky, he loves to eat everything. "
Xue Luo added a spoonful of beef brisket with carrots for her son.
But the little fellow only ate the brisket, leaving the carrots in the bowl.
"I especially love eating carrots. If only someone could leave the carrots for me to eat. "
Feng Xinglang carefully tried to curry favor with his son Lin Nuo while sending his own bowl over.
The little fellow hurriedly pushed all the carrots into Feng Xinglang's bowl.
Xue Luo really did not expect that Feng Xinglang would actually use such a childish method to curry favor with his son Lin Nuo.
"Nuo Nuo mommy, can you let little brother sleep together with tuan tuan tonight?"
Little Feng Xinglang's question was a serious problem that the Feng family was facing at this moment.
Lan Youyou occupied the master bedroom on the second floor, which was also Xue Luo and Feng Xinglang's marital room. Then where would Xue Luo and her son sleep tonight?
Was it to let Lan Youyou move out from the master bedroom on the second floor?
Would she agree?
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