The unfamiliar environment made Feng Xinglang's handsome brows furrow slightly.
She glanced sideways at the light shining through the curtains. Had she fallen asleep? How long did I sleep for?
Nuo Nuo? Xue Luo … His child, his woman!
Feng Xinglang climbed up from the warm bed and stepped on it with one foot. He still felt weak and weak and only managed to stabilize his body after stumbling.
"Nuo Nuo … Nuo Nuo …"
Feng Xinglang called out to his son, Lin Nuo, as he stumbled towards the door.
In the living room, Xing Shier was sitting with his foster father, He Tun.
In front of He Tun, there was a row of Kung Fu tea sets. It looked like they were meditating or waiting for Feng Xinglang to wake up.
Seeing Feng Xinglang rush into the living room, Xing Shier immediately jumped up and stood in front of He Tun.
"Where's Nuo Nuo?"
Feng Xinglang asked in a low voice.
"Nuo Nuo is sleeping in Old Eight's room." He Tun answered Feng Xinglang.
"Where?"
Feng Xinglang asked again. From start to finish, he didn't look at He Tun. He couldn't be bothered to say a word to him!
"Turn right downstairs, the second room, the entrance to the underground garage."
When Xing Shier saw Feng Xinglang's cold expression and found it impolite, he took over the conversation. Even if he didn't answer, his foster father, He Tun, would.
When Feng Xinglang rushed in, Xing Shier had just gotten up. Because the little fellow kept hugging his neck, he slept with the little fellow for a while longer.
"Nuo Nuo …"
Feng Xinglang lowered his voice and called out.
Because they messed around until late last night, the little fellow was sleeping soundly. One of his short legs was on the blanket, like a big koala.
Feng Xinglang did not wake the little one up. Instead, he carefully lifted him off the bed and into his arms.
"Let him sleep! He will feel more comfortable! "
Actually, Xing Shier doted on the little fellow as much as Xing Shier when he finally slept with him.
Feng Xinglang ignored Xing Shier's words and carried his son Lin Nuo away.
Passing through the corridor and the living room, Feng Xinglang didn't stay for a second. Under the gaze of He Tun and the others, he just carried the little fellow away calmly!
The reason why they did not stop him was not only because Feng Xinglang was their own child, but also because Feng Xinglang was Little Fifteen's biological father.
Riverton could not be intimate with his own son; he must make his own grandson intimate with his own father.
The supercar started up and roared all the way back to North Qi Mountain City.
The father and son returned at the same time.
"Mr. Feng, have you found Madam? Give me the young master. "
Auntie Song came out to welcome them, wanting to take the sleeping Lin Nuo from Feng Xinglang's arms.
"No, I'll do it myself."
Feng Xinglang affectionately kissed the little fellow's rosy cheeks until the little fellow opened his sleepy eyes.
He raised his head from his biological father Feng Xinglang's shoulder and looked around at the figures pouncing on Mommy Xue Luo.
"Feng Xinglang, why are we back? Where's my mommy? "
"She will come back by herself!"
Feng Xinglang shielded his son from the glaring sunlight with his palm.
"I don't want it! Why did you come back when you didn't even find Mommy? I want to find my mommy! "
The little fellow was willful and stubborn.
Feng Xinglang suppressed his anger and repeated, "I told you, your mommy will come back by herself!"
But when he saw the hurt in his son's eyes, Feng Xinglang's heart ached.
"Nuo Nuo, this time your mommy left on her own … When her mood is better, she will come back by herself!"
"You didn't even put in the effort to look for her …"
The little fellow glared at Feng Xinglang resentfully.
"I also want to try my best to find your mommy! Lin Xue Luo is not only your mommy, she is also my woman! You care about her, I care about her too! "
After a slight pause, Feng Xinglang sighed lightly, "But your mommy's little temper of running away from home at the slightest provocation is really not good! When she thinks it through, she will naturally come back! Let's wait for her at home! "
"But it's very dangerous for Mommy to be alone outside!" The little fellow was still worried about his own mommy.
"Xing Laoba will help your mommy hide in a safe place!"
To be honest, Feng Xinglang's mood was a little gloomy. When he pointed a gun at Hetun's head, there would be a kind of mutual harm.
Hetun would not feel comfortable in his heart, and Feng Xinglang would not feel good either.
"Feng Xinglang, let's go to Shallow Water Bay and find Laoba to ask about Mommy's whereabouts! If Laoba still refuses to say, let's beat him up! "
The little fellow was still unwilling to give up just like that. Instead, she just sat at home and waited for death to come.
Looking at his son's little eyes that yearned for maternal love, Feng Xinglang could not help but feel distressed.
He leaned over and sniffed his son's body a few times. "It's stinky … Daddy will wash you! Wait until you smell good, then go find Mommy! Otherwise, even if you find your mommy, she will run away because of your stinky smell! "
"My mommy will not despise me! Mommy loves her own son the most! "
The little fellow was not coaxed by his father Feng Xinglang's delaying tactic; but he was still carried into the washroom by Feng Xinglang unwillingly to wash up.
Xue Luo originally wanted to hide for ten days to half a month, but after one night, she could not help but miss her son.
In addition, she called Xing Laoba and said that Feng Xinglang and his son made a big scene at Shallow Water Bay last night, and even pointed a gun at Hetun's head. Xue Luo was even more worried.
Besides, she was competing with this man, why should she wronged her own child!
"Madam, you are back?"
Seeing Xue Luo at the door of the living room, the servant immediately came forward.
"Auntie Song, where is Nuo Nuo?"
Xue Luo asked anxiously when she did not see her son Lin Nuo.
"Mr. Feng is in the washroom bathing the young master!"
That man was personally bathing his son? Xue Luo's heart warmed a little and also felt a little guilty.
In the master bathroom, the father and son were soaking in the double smart bathtub together. The little fellow was sullenly being washed by his father.
"Feng Xinglang, you are so ugly!" The little fellow glanced at Feng Xinglang.
Feng Xinglang leaned over and pecked his son's unhappy face: "Ugly is ugly, but he is still very gentle!"
When Xue Luo came in, she saw the father and son who were washing up.
"Mommy …"
Lin Nuo was frowning, but the moment he saw his mommy Xue Luo, his little expression immediately brightened up.
Not caring if he was naked or not, the little fellow immediately climbed out of the bathtub and pounced toward Xue Luo barefooted. The little seedling that was wet was still swaying in the wind.
"Nuo Nuo, slow down."
Afraid that the little thing would fall, Xue Luo hurriedly went forward.
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