He Tun wished that Feng Xinglang and Little Fifteen, the father and son, could fight in front of him.
It would be best if they met on the battlefield!
His biological brother and sister who died before they were born? The little fellow raised his head and looked at his foster father, He Tun, in a daze, full of confusion.
"Your mother is pregnant with another child of Feng Xinglang. Unfortunately, when your bastard father abandoned his wife and son, he must have suffered a shock and was cruelly aborted! It's very pitiful! "
He Tun's words were just to increase the hatred between Little Fifteen and his biological father.
This kind of behavior was really a bit despicable.
But in order to "fight for favor" with his biological father, Feng Xinglang, He Tun really worked hard.
He even used this kind of dirty trick to sow discord. And Little Fifteen was only five years old. He Tun really put in a lot of effort.
The little fellow bit his mouth. He seemed to remember that bastard Feng Xinglang seemed to have said that his mother's health was not good and needed to rest.
When Feng Xinglang came in, he saw his biological son snuggling in He Tun's arms. The two were talking intimately about something.
"Let's not talk about the sad things anymore. Eat another piece of meat! You need to grow strong so that you can avenge your mother and brother and sister. "
He Tun did not look at Feng Xinglang directly and ignored Feng Xinglang's existence in a contemptuous way.
But he patiently fed his foster son Little Fifteen a piece of Dongpo meat. The little fellow smacked his lips and ate happily.
It was one thing for his own son to recognize a thief as his father, but he even showed off a picture of his own son in front of his biological father?
Xing Shier really wanted to know how much shadow Feng Xinglang had in his heart at this moment!
Feng Xinglang was alone. Apart from the clothes he was wearing, he did not even bring a piece of luggage.
If he came to be a prisoner, he must have the attitude of a prisoner.
At least his attitude must be sincere.
"He Tun, can you return my wife and child to me?"
Feng Xinglang, who was ignored, did not show his angry side. Instead, he spoke calmly to show his existence.
"What? What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly … Why don't you say it again? "
He Tun sneered disdainfully, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
"I have come to beg you to return my wife and child to me."
Feng Xinglang stared deeply at his son, Nono, who was in He Tun's arms. He sighed softly.
"He Tun, no matter how you try to drive a wedge between us, you can't change the fact that blood is thicker than water between me and my son! Nono is still young now, and he might be bewitched by you. But one day, he will understand that I am his father! "
Feng Xinglang knew that his child was still young and might not be able to distinguish right from wrong, but he believed that his child would definitely accept him as his biological father one day.
He Tun's eyes turned cold. "What? Are you here to talk to me?"
"No … I'm here to be your prisoner!"
Feng Xinglang smiled faintly. His tone was calm.
"Become my prisoner?"
He Tun raised his eyebrows. "Tell me, how do you want to be my prisoner?"
He seemed to be slightly interested in Feng Xinglang's topic.
"No matter how you deal with me … I just want to be closer to my wife and child. Even if I can't see them, at least let me feel their existence, and be close to me! "
Feng Xinglang's words were very emotional. Of course, it was not emotional for He Tun to hear. The purpose of his trip was to let Lin Xue Luo and her son feel his need for them.
A strong need!
"Heh!" He Tun sneered. "What? You want to play the trick of injuring yourself?"
He Tun's words hit the nail on the head.
How could he not see the purpose of Feng Xinglang's humble attitude!
He actually used such a despicable method to take away his fifteenth son from He Tun's side? Really despicable and shameless!
"I hope that Mr. He Tun can fulfill my, Feng Xinglang's, love for my son!"
Feng Xinglang said in a low voice, continuing He Tun's ridicule.
"Want to be my prisoner? Fine … "
He Tun coldly snorted. Sending himself to his door to ask for abuse, to ask for a slap in the face. How could He Tun not fulfill Feng Xinglang's wish?
"No, you can't!"
Xue Luo who was in the kitchen could not bear to listen anymore and rushed out.
"Mr. Xing, Feng Xinglang definitely has a scheme for doing this. You better chase him out. "
Xue Luo did not know why Feng Xinglang wanted to be He Tun's prisoner. But she could not bear to see her own son under the same roof as his father, or to disobey Feng Xinglang or to see Feng Xinglang being bullied by He Tun.
"What? With your intelligence, are you still afraid that I will come over alone to plot against you?"
Feng Xinglang provoked He Tun to 'take in' him as a prisoner.
"That's reasonable! In that case, I'll reluctantly take you in as my prisoner! "
It was not that He Tun fell for Feng Xinglang's provocation, but in the eyes of the arrogant He Tun: Even if he really treated Feng Xinglang as a prisoner, what can Feng Xinglang do to him?
"Mr. He Tun is really courageous!"
Feng Xinglang took the opportunity to praise He Tun.
But his gaze was deeply fixated on Lin Xue Luo, looking straight into her eyes, using his burning gaze.
He wanted to let this woman feel: What I am doing is for them and their son!
That gaze seemed to want to tell Lin Xue Luo: If I leave them and their son, I, Feng Xinglang, will have nothing to live for!
Xue Luo did not dare to look straight into Feng Xinglang's eyes. She felt that this kind of gaze was so sharp that it made her heart palpitate.
What does this man want to do?
Is he really stupid enough to want to be He Tun's prisoner? Or is it just another scheme that this man came up with to try and destroy He Tun?
"Old Eight, bring Feng Xinglang to a place where a prisoner should stay!"
He Tun coldly said.
He really did not believe that Feng Xinglang would dare to single-handedly create any waves in his He Tun territory!
If he really locked him up, what could he do?
Would he bite him?
With a 'click', Xing Shier placed a pair of shining handcuffs on Feng Xinglang's wrist.
Feng Xinglang did not resist and accepted the situation.
And his gaze was either staring at Lin Xue Luo or looking at his son Lin Nuo warmly.
"After losing you, I then understood: Without you and your son, I, Feng Xinglang, will have nothing to live for!"
Whether it was sensational or a show, when these hoarse and deep words spilled out from Feng Xinglang's mouth, it was full of tearjerking effect.
Xue Luo did not know whether this was a man's trick or not. But to be able to hear these words from a man's mouth, regardless of whether it was true or not, it was enough to make her feel touched.
Xue Luo clenched her teeth and just watched Feng Xinglang being led by Xing Shier towards the small dark room in the basement.
All of this had happened too suddenly …
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