But Feng Lixin's entire family's journey this time was destined to not be smooth sailing!
These days of running around, coupled with physical and mental exhaustion, Xue Luo slept in He Tun's shallow bay for almost the entire day.
In the morning, little Lin Nuo could still accompany mommy by her side, snuggling in her arms to please her.
But in the afternoon, after the nap, the little fellow was so bored that his little p * nis stood out. He gently kissed his mommy's cheek, who was still sleeping soundly, and then tiptoed out of the room, planning to play with Twelfth Brother for a while before returning to the room.
Unfortunately, Old Twelve was not there. Foster father He Tun was sitting in the living room, sipping tea.
And there was also the silly and not cute Xing Laosi.
The one with the least fun to play with!
"Laosi, where's Old Twelve?"
Little Lin Nuo still refused to forgive He Tun, pretentiously refusing to talk to He Tun, only asking Xing Laosi.
Xing Laosi could understand a small part of simple Chinese, but did not know how to speak it.
"Ran … ran away!" He was extremely clumsy.
"Where did he go?" The little fellow's comprehension ability was very strong.
Xing Laosi only shook his head. She did not know if he did not understand the little fellow's words, or if he really did not know where Xing Laosi went.
"I asked Old Twelve to investigate some things. He should be back before dinner! "
He Tun left behind the cultivation tea, stood up and walked to Little Fifteen's side. He bent down and was about to carry the little fellow, but the little fellow did not give him face and turned away.
"Are you still mad at your adoptive father?"
How could the crafty and cunning He Tun be stumped by a spoiled little fellow?
"If you don't let foster father carry you, foster father will not let the chef make dinner for your mommy! Can you bear to let your mommy starve? "
Of course not! The little fellow pursed his lips, but in the end, he chose to be flexible for the sake of his own mommy, and reluctantly let He Tun carry him.
"You little fellow … why are you so stubborn? You're really the same as your bastard father. "
He Tun patted the unhappy little fellow in his arms as he spoke gently, as if talking to himself.
"Fifteen, I want to discuss something with you …"
He Tun gazed lovingly at the little fellow's little face, which resembled Feng Xinglang's, and gently caressed it with his slightly rough fingertips.
"Father, go ahead. Fifteen is listening. As long as you don't scold my mommy and starve her! "
"Haha … You are filial!"
He Tun sighed slightly, "When can your biological father be as filial as you … that would be great! Not even godfather can hope for that … "
After his melancholy, He Tun focused and returned to the main topic. He hurriedly asked, "Fifteen, do you also feel that I am very old?"
"It's alright! Just a little bit old! "
The little guy had already perfected the art of pleasing He Tun.
"Haha." He Tun hugged the little guy tightly in his arms and rubbed his prickly beard against his tender cheeks.
"Actually, I'm old enough to be your grandfather! Fifteen, why don't you call me grandpa instead? "
He Tun tried to correct the messy relationship between grandfather and grandson.
But who would have thought that the little guy's reaction would be so intense:
He jumped up from He Tun's arms and stared at his pair of bright eyes with extreme dissatisfaction, "I don't want to!"
"Why, why?" He Tun's heart slightly twisted.
"If I call you grandpa, but Old Twelve and the rest still call you godfather, then wouldn't Old Twelve and the rest climb over my head? I won't do it! "
Actually the little guy just didn't want to lower his seniority!
"Hahahaha … You little devil!"
He Tun once again kissed the little guy's cheeks, full of love.
When Xue Luo woke up, she heard the hearty laughter of He Tun as well as the grandfather and grandson's almost nonsensical discussion.
Wanting to straighten out the relationship between the three generations is not something that can be explained in a few words.
Before dinner, Xing Twelve and Xing Laosi returned.
After Xing Twelve whispered into He Tun's ear, He Tun's resolute face which was just smiling happily with Fifteen instantly turned cold.
"This Old Seven is so daring! She actually disregarded my words? Getting these messy photos to defile my Ah Lang? Is she tired of living? "
He Tun hissed. With every word he said, the scar at the end of his eye twitched, looking exceptionally fierce.
"Godfather, who is Old Seven? How come I have never heard of her? "
The little guy asked curiously.
"You don't need to know who she is! Because this person is about to disappear from this world! "
He Tun is filled with hostility. He couldn't tolerate Yan Bang, much less Lan Youyou, the initiator of all this.
"Go and bring Old Seven to me!"
"At this time, she and Feng Lixin are already on the way to the airport!"
"To the airport?"
"Yes! It was Feng Xinglang who saved Old Seven in Yan Bang's Yu Long City. "
"Ah Lang saved Old Seven? Does he still have feelings for Old Seven? "
"I don't think so! After all, Old Seven is Feng Lixin's wife, which is also Feng Xinglang's sister-in-law! "
"Old Twelve, that Old Seven you are talking about, is she Feng Tuan Tuan's mother? She's that witch Lan Youyou? "
The little guy finally understood.
Xing Shier kept silent. He waited for He Tun to explain to the little guy.
"In the past she was, but now she isn't!"
He Tun snorted, "Shier, bring Old Four and Old Five, and block her! Do it cleanly, in case there are more problems! "
"Okay!" Xing Shier replied and retreated.
"Wait!"
He Tun stopped Xing Shier who was retreating, "Try to let Feng Lixin off! After all, he saved Ah Lang! "
He Tun is ruthless, but he also distinguishes kindness and hatred.
"Okay!"
*****
Xue Luo quietly listened to He Tun's deployment.
These few days, she had been thinking about a question: Should she tell He Tun about Lan Youyou's actions!
Xue Luo clearly knew that if He Tun knew that someone used the method of taking a photo to profane his own son Feng Xinglang, that person would definitely die!
With He Tun's ruthlessness, as well as his desire to atone for Feng Xinglang's sins, he would not allow anyone to harm his own son and grandson!
Xue Luo had been thinking whether to borrow He Tun's hand to get rid of Lan Youyou …
But in the end, she was still held back by her own kind heart!
Now that He Tun had investigated the truth, Xue Luo could finally relax her taut and tangled nerves.
Lan Youyou's actions in these five years was more than enough for her to blame.
But faintly, Xue Luo felt uneasy: Subconsciously, she felt that it would not be easy for He Tun to get rid of Lan Youyou.
Because in between, there was still Feng Xinglang!
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