When He Tun saw Little Fifteen holding his father's hand and walking into the living room at the same time, the expression on He Tun's resolute face changed in an instant!
He didn't expect Feng Xinglang to really walk in to see him!
Was this the rhythm of forgiving his father?
He was happy, touched, and guilty …
All sorts of feelings welled up in him!
He Tun actually stood up and leaned forward slightly to welcome Feng Xinglang and his son.
He stared deeply at his biological son who looked like that woman in front of him. He had a tall and straight posture, a strong physique, and deep facial features …
He also had the innate demeanor of a king, which was very similar to Xing Mu! Why didn't he notice it?!
Not only did he wronged that woman, but he also harmed his own child and tortured his own heart!
In Feng Xinglang's eyes, He Tun saw only hatred, conflict, and deep rejection.
"Ah Lang … you're here? Have a seat. "
He Tun couldn't help but call Feng Xinglang 'Ah Lang', because he really couldn't call his own son by another man's surname.
He originally wanted to call him 'Xing Lang', but when the words reached his mouth, it turned into a gentle and loving 'Ah Lang'.
Feng Xinglang's cold gaze swept past He Tun's gentle face, and his gaze landed on Xing Ba, who was beside He Tun.
If not counting the servants who served tea and water, there were only He Tun and Xing Ba in the living room.
He Tun thought that Feng Xinglang's willingness to enter his residence was the first step for the father and son to reconcile.
However, he didn't expect that the reason why Feng Xinglang came in was because he had an ulterior motive.
Feng Xinglang wasn't reserved, nor did he overly resist. Instead, he naturally sat opposite He Tun.
He was very close to He Tun, only about two meters away.
The distance between them gave Xing Ba a lot of pressure. Standing behind the sofa, He Tun took a step closer.
Old Twelve was not around, and he was shouldering the heavy responsibility of protecting his adoptive father, He Tun.
Although Xing Er and his close bodyguards were hiding in the side hall, Xing Ba and Xing Ba were waiting for an opportunity. The two of them were waiting for an opportunity to make a move.
"Old Eight, Feng Xinglang is here. You can confront him!"
In front of his sworn brothers, the little guy never knew what 'courtesy' was.
Even though He Tun had spoiled him purposefully in the beginning, it had now become spoiling without any principles.
Ever since the little thing was born, it was destined to have a noble identity and bloodline. It would be doted on by everyone.
"Fifteen, on one side is your biological father, and on the other side is our foster father. Which side are you on?"
Xing Ba joked with the little fellow with a good temper.
One had to know that his objective was to stall for time so that Xing Shier and the rest could succeed.
"No matter which side it is, as long as they hurt my dear mommy, they are my, Lin Nuo's, enemy!"
The little girl was very determined: Mommy Lin Xueluo would always be the most important person on the list.
There was no other!
"What a filial son! A child with a mother's love, I'm so envious! "
Xing Ba chatted with Lin Nuo from time to time.
"Xing Ba, hurry up and return my mommy to me! Otherwise, I'll make my foster father break your d * ck! You won't be able to sit in a chair or sleep! "
The little fellow said fiercely. With his father and godfather around, he was even more fearless.
"You still want to smash the P shares? Oh my god, so scary? That'll hurt a lot! For the sake of our good relationship, can you not let my foster father smash my d * ck? "
Xing Ba followed the little fellow's wishes and deliberately satisfied his unreasonable request.
"It's fine if you don't want to! Hurry up and tell me where you hid my mommy! I'll ask foster father to spare you! "
The little fellow arrogantly stared at Xing Ba, who was much taller than him.
"Nuo Nuo, go to the kitchen and pour a cup of coffee for your father! I want freshly ground coffee! "
Feng Xinglang had been avoiding Hetun's deep gaze. He turned his head and said to his son, who was shouting at Xing Ba.
"Freshly ground coffee?" The little fellow was stunned.
"Yes! Go to the kitchen and supervise the servants. Watch the whole process clearly and don't give him a chance to poison your father! "
Feng Xinglang urged the little fellow, "Hurry up, your father is very thirsty!"
Can't he just drink tea when he's thirsty? Why must he drink freshly ground coffee?
Although the little fellow was very unwilling, he still went into the kitchen to order the servants to grind the coffee.
In fact, Feng Xinglang's intention was obvious.
Because the next scene would not be suitable for children, he sent his five-year-old son away in advance.
Feng Xinglang was not thirsty. He did not want to drink Hetun's coffee in Shallow Water Bay.
"Hetun, I said that as long as I, Feng Xinglang, am still alive, I will pay you back double for every atrocity you inflict on me! In this life, it's either you die or I die! You and I will not live under the same sky! "
Feng Xinglang lowered his voice, but the first word was particularly clear.
It was as if he was swearing his promise with his life.
"Then what are you waiting for? Let's put an end to this now! "
Hetun was also a straightforward person. He knew very well that everything he had done to Feng Xinglang was too numerous to list. It was even more unforgivable.
With a click, a delicate pistol was buckled on the table by Hetun.
This pistol was Hetun's personal belonging, and he had carried it with him for many years.
"There are three bullets in here. Consider it as the three bullets I've returned to you! As for the physical pain you've suffered … Just do as you see fit! "
He had the decisiveness of a formidable person of his generation, and the boldness to do things without hesitation.
"Godfather …"
Xing Ba exclaimed and went forward to snatch the gun. However, someone moved faster than him.
Feng Xinglang, who was sitting opposite Hetun, had the advantage of distance.
Originally, he had already felt for the dagger at his waist. When he saw Hetun take the initiative to snatch a gun, it was simply a timely help.
Feng Xinglang snatched the gun before Xing Ba did.
At the same time, the muzzle of the gun was pressed against Hetun's forehead.
"No one is allowed to hurt him!" Hetun roared.
In this villa, apart from the servants and the five-year-old Lin Nuo, the rest of the people were better than Feng Xinglang in terms of speed and marksmanship.
However, as Hetun roared, they all stopped.
"Xing Ba, call Xing Twelve! Tell him to bring his people back quickly! Otherwise, he won't be able to see his godfather for the last time! "
Feng Xinglang hissed at Xing Ba, who was behind Hetun.
"Feng Xinglang, calm down! My godfather is your … "
"Hurry up and fight!"
Feng Xinglang roared and stopped Xing Ba from continuing.
Hetun looked at Feng Xinglang, who was pointing the gun at his head.
There was no anger, no fear, and there was even a faint smile on his face.
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