It was a delaying tactic, and also an expression of He Tun's dissatisfaction with the little guy's lack of enthusiasm.
In He Tun's view, when Xiao Xiao saw his adoptive father, he should be jumping with joy. He shouldn't just ask about his mother.
"Of course, Xiao Xiao also misses you … But Mommy is a girl, so Xiao Xiao must miss her more."
The little guy didn't change his mother's position in his heart because of He Tun's unhappiness. For a five-year-old child, the position of a biological mother was irreplaceable.
"Yes! That's a good reason! I'll forgive you for neglecting me! "
He Tun picked up the little guy, turned around, and let the little guy ride on his shoulder.
This action used to be Xiao Xiao's favorite way of intimacy. He always felt that when he rode on He Tun's shoulder, he was superior to his other brothers. He could use He Tun's power to intimidate others.
But today, when he rode on He Tun's shoulder, the little guy didn't feel happy at all. He just kept looking at the winding mountain road behind him. It had been a few days since he last saw his dear mommy. The little guy missed her so much that he almost cried.
"Foster Father, you're too much! How could you leave my mother, a girl, in Shen City? "
The little fellow's little nose was snorting with resentment.
He Tun didn't know how to answer the little guy's question. He wanted to tell the little guy the truth, but he didn't want Xiao Xiao to make a fuss after hearing the truth.
"Don't worry, your brother Twelve is with your mother."
After all, He Tun didn't want the five-year-old little guy to be sad. Then he cried and made a fuss.
Only then did the little guy realize that Xing Twelve didn't come to Pater Castle with He Tun. It was a stranger who came back with him. He seemed to have never seen him in Pater Castle.
He was Xing Shi. Xing Er left him with He Tun for the time being.
Xing Shi looked at Xiao Xiao, who was riding on He Tun's shoulder, indifferently. He was not like his other sons, who couldn't help smiling when they saw the little guy.
"What are you looking at? Who are you? I don't like you, understand? Don't stare at me anymore! "
The little guy's nameless anger was really unreasonable. Perhaps he just wanted to vent the bitterness and sadness of not being able to see his dear mommy.
Xing Shi looked away, but he still stood two to three meters away from the river village. He did not move away because of the little fellow's unfriendly roar.
"Fifteen, don't be rude! He's your tenth brother. "
He Tun picked up the little fellow from his shoulder and held it in his arms.
It wasn't really an introduction.
"I don't have any tenth brother! I only have Fourth Brother, Fifth Brother, Eighth Brother, and Twelfth Brother! "
The little guy wasn't unfriendly. However, he felt that the existence of this person was not a good thing for his father, Feng Xinglang.
The little fellow didn't eat much for dinner. He just fiddled with the rice grains in his bowl, but refused to eat.
"Didn't you say you like to eat rice? Godfather even specially invited a Chinese chef to cook for you. "
Xing Ba was worried that the little fellow's squabbling would cause his foster father He Tun to be unhappy, so he came forward to persuade Little Fifteen. It was also a reminder.
"Are you angry with your adoptive father because you didn't see your biological mother?"
He Tun put down his wine glass and asked.
The little fellow didn't nod or shake his head. In fact, it was far more than that. He Tun also locked his biological father, Feng Xinglang, in a dark room.
Until now, the little fellow hadn't asked for He Tun's help.
"How about this? Tomorrow morning, I'll ask Eighth Brother to take you to Shen City to see your biological mother. What do you think?"
He Tun said in a compromising tone. "Godfather is always so softhearted to you."
But the little fellow hesitated.
If he left, what would happen to his biological father, Feng Xinglang? He would still be locked in a dark room!
Compared with seeing his biological mother, the safety of the bastard's biological father was also very important.
"Let's talk about it in a few days. I don't miss Mommy very much anymore. "
The little fellow said a little against his will. He began to bury his head in the bowl of rice to cover up his guilty conscience.
"…" The little fellow was really like a villain, clever and clever.
After dinner, the little fellow began to pester his adoptive father, He Tun. As long as he pestered his adoptive father, his biological father, Feng Xinglang, would be safe for the time being.
A pair of little hands were about to slap on He Tun's back.
His sturdy back was covered with numerous scars.
He Tun had the fortitude, depth, and manliness of a man.
He seemed to be telling the world that He Tun could have what he had today because he fought for it in a storm of bullets.
"Godfather, do you feel comfortable patting me like this?" The little fellow tried to please him.
"Comfortable … very comfortable! My Jiang Qiyun is becoming more and more filial. "
He Tun enjoyed the little fellow's little slaps on his back. Not to mention whether it was comfortable or not, it was really comfortable in his heart.
"Godfather, do these scars … still hurt?"
The little fellow scratched a relatively deep scar with his little hand. It had already healed, but it still looked quite shocking.
"It doesn't hurt! These are all men's medals! "
He Tun's voice was hoarse, as if he was so comfortable that he was about to fall asleep.
An hour later, under the influence of He Tun, the little fellow finally fell asleep on his back.
Xing Shier carefully picked up the little fellow from He Tun's back. After He Tun sat up, he put the little fellow into He Tun's arms.
He Tun leaned over and kissed the little fellow's rosy little face. He used his coarse big hand to gently stroke the little fellow's black, shiny, and handsome hair.
"Shier, you have been avoiding Fifteen these days. Don't let him see you, or else the little fellow will make a fuss again. "
It turned out that Xing Shier had returned to Pater Castle with He Tun.
Because there were some things that he had to do without Fifteen, He Tun let Xing Shier hide in Pater Castle.
It seemed that He Tun's love for Fifteen had risen to a new level.
After handing the sleeping little fellow to Xing Shier, He Tun slowly left the health room.
*****
The muffled sound of the door opening woke Feng Xinglang, who was in a light sleep.
Even without turning around, Feng Xinglang knew that He Tun was here.
It seemed that with the arrival of He Tun, a cold wind blew in the small dark room.
It was the smell of death!
"Are you regretting sending yourself to my door to be my prisoner?"
He Tun's voice was filled with the arrogance of a victorious king. "I wanted to make the game last longer … Who knew that you would be so impatient!"
Feng Xinglang slowly turned around and saw He Tun standing with his back to the light.
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