"Godfather, it's bad. My biological father is here … It seems like he's not here for you, but for me!"
Looking at his angry father, Feng Xinglang, who was dragging his mother, Xue Luo, towards him step by step, the little fellow was a little scared.
"He won't join you! If he really wants to join you … then I'll let him join me! "
His godfather stared at his son, who was approaching him step by step.
That feeling, it seemed that he was close at hand, but also far away. He Tun wanted to touch him, wanted to hug him, but he could only stay where he was. He gazed at his own child lovingly, just like that!
He Tun's child! He Tun and his beloved woman, Su He's child!
He was already over 30 years old … He had a handsome king's demeanor, a strong physique, and was an outstanding and outstanding member of the new tycoons in Shen City.
He Tun felt as if he had just experienced an illusory nightmare, from the resentment that had once blinded his eyes by hatred to the deep affection that he now felt as if he had just experienced a nightmare. Fortunately, he could wake up from this nightmare in time!
Feng Xinglang's eyes were still full of hostility when he looked at He Tun. It was just that under this intense ruthlessness, there seemed to be even more complicated feelings hidden. He couldn't see it clearly, and he couldn't figure it out.
"Nuo Nuo, come here!"
Feng Xinglang said in a low voice. It was heavy from the bottom of his throat.
At this moment, the little fellow was like a child who had done something wrong. He instinctively raised his head and looked at his godfather, He Tun. He seemed to be asking.
He Tun got off the horse and carried the little fellow down.
"Your father is calling you, go quickly!"
At this moment, He Tun was not fierce; he chose to obey his son and let his grandson go back to his son's side. He didn't force his grandson to stay, nor did he fight against his son, Feng Xinglang.
"Goodbye, godfather."
The little fellow knew that today's happy ride was over, so he waved his little hand to He Tun, and then trotted all the way to his father, Feng Xinglang.
Feng Xinglang was his father, even if he was an angry bastard, the little fellow would still recognize him.
Moreover, the bastard Feng Xinglang was still dragging his mother, Lin Xue Luo.
He would not let his own mother bear the wrath of his bastard father alone!
The little guy was always so flexible and loved his own mommy. It was not in vain that Xue Luo had risked her life time and time again to protect him in her womb, going through many hardships to give birth to this little thing.
The little fellow took the initiative to step forward and hold his father's big hand.
"Feng Xinglang, don't be mean to me. Can you kiss mommy? It was me, your own son, who insisted on coming here to ride a horse. It has nothing to do with my dear mommy! "
Her son's words made Xue Luo's heart twitch in pain.
Feng Xinglang looked down at his child condescendingly, but did not say any words of reprimand. He bent down and lifted the little fellow off the ground.
"He Tun, as long as I, Feng Xinglang, still have a single breath left in me, I will return every single atrocity you've inflicted upon me in double! In this life, either you die or I die! You and I are absolutely irreconcilable! "
Every sentence, every word, was like a sharp sword, pointing straight at the heart of He Tun.
Especially that sentence, 'either you die or I die'! Could it be that the relationship between this father and son was absolutely irreconcilable?
Perhaps only at this moment did He Tun realize that he had committed such a heinous mistake!
Perhaps in this life, he would never be able to get his own son's forgiveness!
He Tun quietly looked at his own son who was hissing at him, slowly revealing a trace of a desolate smile.
"Okay, I'll wait for you!"
A faint, slightly hoarse reply. Even without the sharp teeth of a male lion, that arrogant aura could not be ignored.
At this moment, Xue Luo seemed to be able to understand the sharp helplessness and desolation in the depths of He Tun's heart.
In the end, He Tun still chose not to hurt his own child even more!
Just a second ago, Xue Luo was still worried that He Tun would unscrupulously confess to Feng Xinglang that he was his biological father … But in the next second, Xue Luo started to sympathize with He Tun.
"Alright, let's go. I'm not feeling well … I want to go back! "
The only thing Xue Luo could do now was to tell this vicious man to leave, not allowing him to have any further contact with He Tun. She was really worried that Feng Xinglang would lose control of his emotions and hurt He Tun.
Presumably, the current He Tun wouldn't commit any atrocious acts like torturing his own son anymore!
Xue Luo hugged one of Feng Xinglang's arms, using a gentle method to stop Feng Xinglang from moving forward.
"Feng Xinglang biological father, mommy is not feeling well, let's go home!"
This was the first time the little fellow called Feng Xinglang 'biological father' so clearly. Although he said his name, it was still more pleasant to hear than his bastard biological father.
The little fellow was smart. He also did not want to see his bastard biological father and foster father He Tun fight. Obviously, his bastard biological father would suffer.
Feng Xinglang fiercely glared at He Tun, then with one hand carrying his son, the other hand holding his woman, walked towards the exit of the horse farm.
Sending off Feng Xinglang with his eyes without turning back, He Tun stood there for a long time, not moving at all.
He was like a petrified statue!
"Foster father, are you alright?" Xing Shier came over and asked gently.
He Tun did not open his mouth, only slowly waving his hand, indicating that he was fine.
But after a long while, when he tried to move, he staggered, perhaps because his Qi and blood weren't flowing smoothly. Xing Shier, who was at his side, helped him up and stabilized his body.
"As long as Ah Lang that brat can vent his hatred … I will admit to anything!" He Tun let out a sigh.
"Foster father, this matter cannot be rushed. I believe that there will be a day when you two father and son can bury the hatchet. "
Xing Shier did not know how to comfort people. But he was really worried about this kind of dispirited and self-reproaching He Tun.
For an ambitious and ruthless person like He Tun, it was nothing to sweat and bleed, but if he were to cry …
How desolate would that be!
*****
Feng Xinglang's long legs walked steadily, while Xue Luo could only jog to keep up with Feng Xinglang's pace.
"Biological father, walk slower, my biological mommy can't keep up with you."
The little fellow was obviously acting cute. No matter how angry his bastard biological father was, the little fellow wholeheartedly wanted to protect his biological mommy's position would not change.
At most, he would just get beaten up! He also had to protect his biological mommy!
Under his son's reminder, Feng Xinglang's footsteps slowed down.
Xue Luo gratefully looked towards her son Lin Nuo, lightly raising her smiling face, wanting to comfort her son that she was fine.
Xue Luo was dragged away by Feng Xinglang and was stuffed into the car …
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
