Xing Ba was eating breakfast, and he was eating very slowly.
He clearly felt that a little trouble was approaching him step by step.
Half of the ham was in his mouth, and the other half was almost in his throat. Xing Ba swallowed the food in his mouth.
It didn't feel good.
Enjoying delicious food and mechanically filling one's stomach were two completely different mental states.
"Lao Ba, open the door. I left my fairy tale book in the basement."
The little guy's voice had a hint of coquettishness. This time, he didn't sound fierce.
"Fifteen, you have to know that although Foster Father is not at home, he always has other ways to know everything that happens at home."
Xing Ba's voice was very low. It was so low that only Fifteen, who was close to him, could hear it clearly.
"Can't you just not tell Foster Father?" The little guy asked.
Xing Ba sighed and shook his head. "Foster Father doesn't believe anyone. He only believes in his own eyes!"
It seemed that the little guy still didn't understand.
In fact, He Tun was playing a final game with Feng Xinglang.
He Tun wanted to see if his foster father could beat his biological father, Feng Xinglang!
And Feng Xinglang seemed to be playing the same game with He Tun.
Was it the blood was thicker than water that finally saved their father-son relationship?
Or was it He Tun, his foster father, who was better in his son's heart?
Therefore, He Tun allowed the little guy to develop his father-son relationship with Feng Xinglang.
It was fine if it was controllable, but if it developed to an uncontrollable extent, it would only bring disaster to Feng Xinglang.
For Xue Luo and her son, the future would not be too good.
"Nuo Nuo, don't pester your brother. Go back to the study and wait for Teacher. Teacher will be here soon. "
Xue Luo could still understand Xing Ba's sentence, "Foster Father doesn't believe anyone. He only believes in his own eyes."
On the surface, He Tun didn't care about anything, but he would use many ways to monitor this family.
After lunch, Xue Luo saw Teacher off.
And Lin Nuo also pestered Xing Ba.
Looking at the little guy's bulging pocket, Xing Ba frowned. Is the charm of this biological father really as magical as the legend says?
How is he going to take back his fairy tale book? He clearly wants to go into the basement to send food to that bastard Feng Xinglang's biological father!
Of course, even if Xing Ba saw it, it was the same as not seeing it.
In any case, he had already received the order to allow Lin Xueluo and her son to develop their relationship with Feng Xinglang!
Although He Tun had said so, Xing Ba could still sense the calm coldness in his foster father's eyes!
To Xue Luo and her son, the closer they were to Feng Xinglang, the more they were digging their own graves.
Therefore, after enjoying the little girl's cuteness for a while, Xing Ba opened the door to the basement.
Actually, the chocolate bean was really a good thing.
Not only was it sweet and heartwarming, but it was also high in calories and could replenish the energy needed by the body to the greatest extent.
It was just that every time Feng Xinglang ate one, his heart would not feel good. He couldn't bear to eat more!
He felt that his child loved him.
Even though he had abandoned him twice, the little thing still had a heart that yearned for fatherly love.
The pitch-black darkness gave Feng Xinglang more time to think.
He was not as anxious as he imagined, but strangely peaceful.
When he heard the sound of the door being opened again, Feng Xinglang jumped up from the board. His body hit the iron fence, which stopped him from rushing to his son Lin Nuo's side.
"Nuo Nuo …"
Feng Xinglang's voice was happy and gratified. But it was tinged with the hoarseness of dehydration.
Because the wound on his hand could not be treated with medicine, Feng Xinglang's body seemed to have begun to heat up.
"I'm here to get my fairy tale book!"
The little guy explained his purpose of coming. However, his gaze was deeply attached to Feng Xinglang.
"Oh, then come and get it."
Feng Xinglang did not hand the fairy tale book out, but placed it on the ground inside the iron fence.
The little guy needed to get closer to get it.
Feng Xinglang half-squatted, staring at his son who was slowly approaching him. A slight smile curled up on his chapped lips, slowly rippling on his pale handsome face.
"Nuo Nuo, I'm really happy that you can come to see me …"
Feng Xinglang's voice was so hoarse that it was almost only the shape of his mouth. But his eyes were filled with deep love for his son.
"I've told you, I'm just here to get my fairy tale book!"
It seemed that the little guy did not want to admit that he came in to see his bastard father.
Feng Xinglang did not say anything, but hugged his son Lin Nuo who was approaching him tightly in his arms.
"Nuo Nuo, I love you … I've always loved you!"
Feng Xinglang's voice was deep and hoarse. Only the father and son could hear it.
But because of the handcuffs, this kind of hug was not enjoyable, nor was it very comfortable. But the little guy was still intoxicated by this kind of hug from his bastard father.
In fact, he was not completely intoxicated. At least he was smart enough to stuff the food in his pocket into Feng Xinglang's pocket.
Five minutes later, the little guy came out of the basement with the fairy tale book in his arms.
Xing Ba's imagination went wild, 'Is there a letter written in Feng Xinglang's blood in this fairy tale book?
For example, he wrote something like, 'Wife, I was wrong; I've always loved you deeply'. '
So, Xing Ba stretched out his foot a little and tripped Little Fifteen, who had a face full of misgivings.
The little guy did not fall, but the fairy tale book was thrown far away.
Xing Ba was one step ahead and picked up the fairy tale book.
He quickly flipped through the pages, but he did not see the letter in blood, which more or less made Xing Ba a little disappointed.
But he saw a small piece of yellow paper with frayed edges fall out from inside.
Eighth Xing's speed was extremely fast. He picked up the small piece of paper before the little fellow and flipped it upside down. He could tell that it was a color ultrasound picture, but he could not tell what exactly was in the picture.
"What's this?"
"With your IQ, you won't be able to understand it!"
The little guy stood on his tiptoes and quickly snatched the small color ultrasound picture from Xing Ba's hand.
The little guy had seen this small picture before.
He had seen it in the safe of his father Feng Xinglang's CEO office.
His father was very precious.
"You can understand it?"
Xing Ba asked. Even he could not understand it. If a little kid like him could understand it, it would be really f * cked!
The little guy was too lazy to waste time with Xing Ba. Instead, he picked up the fairy tale book, clutched the small picture in his hand, and ran toward his mommy Xue Luo's room like a little cheetah.
"Mommy, this is a gift from that bastard's father! Quickly take a look. "
The little guy panted and held the small picture in his hand in front of his mommy Xue Luo.
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