Looking at her carefree son Lin Nuo who was happily playing with Xing Shier, Xue Luo couldn't help but sigh lightly.
Without a doubt, he had been too willful this time by letting the tiger return to the mountain!
If the love between her and her husband, Feng Xinglang, was not strong enough, then wouldn't she be lifting a rock to smash her own feet?
Feng Xinglang, oh Feng Xinglang, you stinky man who deserves a beating. Why aren't you here yet?
Are you forcing me, Lin Xueluo, to slap my own face?
Or have you been reminiscing with Lan Youyou?!
If that was the case, she, Lin Xueluo, would rather not have this man!
The servants had already begun to set the table.
Without exception, almost all of them were Xing Nuo, the grandson of Hetun.
As for Lin Nuo's little friend's name, it was also ever-changing.
In Shallow Water Bay, He Tun and his adopted sons would call the little girl Little Fifteen, and her real name was Xing Nuo.
In the Feng Family, his biological father, Feng Xinglang, and Butler Mo would call the little fellow Nuo Nuo. His full name was Feng Linnuo.
In the kindergarten, Lin Nuo continued to follow his mother's surname, Lin Xueluo, and was called Lin Nuo.
The children liked to call him Lin Nuonuo because it sounded cuter.
Towards his various nicknames and big names, Lin Nuo was very happy to accept them.
He would agree to anything.
To the little thing, it was just a name!
Just like how he named his dog Shiliu!
"Fifteen, dinner time. Go wash your hands. "
Hetun called out to the children who were behaving wildly in the living room.
However, Xue Luo's mood became increasingly gloomy.
Xue Luo was really afraid that she would lose!
He clearly knew that it was a lowly behavior for a woman to flaunt her love in front of other women. But even with such lowly behavior, he was afraid that he would still lose!
Xue Luo was already starting to regret. He regretted his impulsive and brainless actions!
Why don't I take my son back to the Feng family?
However, if she saw that Feng Xinglang and Lan Youyou had returned to the Feng family and were having a good time, where should she, Lin Xueluo, go?
Xue Luo really wanted to slap herself!
What kind of love did he want to test like this?
A smart woman would not make a clear distinction between husband and wife's feelings.
Wouldn't it be good to live a muddle-headed life?
He had been muddle-headed for so many years, wouldn't it be the same if he continued to be muddle-headed?
Why did he have to make things difficult for himself?
"Mommy, this lean meat is for you. Your son has already chewed off the fat for you."
Little friend Lin Nuo sent a piece of Dongpo pork into mommy's bowl.
This was how his biological father, Feng Xinglang, fawned over his mommy, and the little guy learned it well.
"Thank you, son."
Xue Luo felt gratified but also bitter.
Without her husband by her side, she had fallen to the point where she had to let her six-year-old son eat her fat.
The little guy was growing. With He Tun and Xing Shier taking turns to feed it, the little thing did not stop stuffing itself with food.
Xue Luo ate very little. She kept chewing and swallowing slowly while counting the rice grains in the bowl.
Only after little friend Lin Nuo was full did Xing Ba walk in from outside the living room.
"Fifteen, your biological father is here."
"My biological father? Feng Xinglang? Why did you pick up your wife and child so late? "
The little fellow turned on her tsundere mode, and the corners of her mouth curled up arrogantly. "Then let him wait outside!"
Xue Luo's mood changed from the bitterness of waiting for her husband to the bright and beautiful mood of a young girl on a roller coaster!
But after hearing her son Lin Nuo's dissatisfaction, Xue Luo still chose to be reserved and tacitly agreed to her son's suggestion of letting his biological father 'wait'. This could be considered as a small warning to her man for coming late.
Xing Ba was silent for a moment and watched his foster father put down his bowl and chopsticks after eating and then took a sip of tea. Only then did he unhurriedly continue: "Feng Xinglang seems to have waited for more than an hour."
"What? More than an hour? "
Xue Luo directly jumped up from the dining table. "Then why didn't you say so earlier?"
Xing Ba was silent.
"Nuo Nuo, quickly leave with mommy."
Xue Luo walked up and directly picked up her son who was sitting on the chair.
"Bring this to my biological father to eat!"
The little guy grabbed the remaining two garlic pork ribs in his hands. He remembered that his biological father, Feng Xinglang was the same as him, a carnivore.
"Fifteen, there's still more in the kitchen. Let the chef pack a new portion for you. "
A grandson loves his biological father; of course, He Tun loves his biological son even more.
"No need! Let Feng Xinglang eat until he is half full is enough! He doesn't have the strength to scold me and my mommy! "
This son, is indeed his biological son.
When the little thing said this sentence, he was already dragged out of the villa hall by mommy Xue Luo. As if he couldn't wait to see the man who waited for them for more than an hour.
Watching Xue Luo and her son leave, He Tun stared at Xing Ba with a slightly fierce gaze.
"You really let Ah Lang wait outside for more than an hour?"
"Isn't it to let foster father eat a full meal accompanied by a grandson!"
Xing Ba weakly replied. It was hard on his filial piety.
The days without little Fifteen to accompany him, He Tun would only eat some food symbolically and didn't have much appetite.
After a slight pause, Xing Ba changed the topic, "But Feng Xinglang's mood seems to be quite deep. He clearly saw me, but didn't shout or shout. He just silently waited outside. "
He Tun pouted, "That kid wouldn't be dissatisfied with me because I let go of Old Seven, right?"
He Tun, this biological father, was really very attentive. He was always paying attention to his son's every move, as well as the ups and downs of his emotions.
"There is such a possibility! It seems that Feng Xinglang doesn't really agree with foster father that you let Lan Youyou go just like that! "
Xing Ba understood Feng Xinglang, but didn't seem to understand him very well.
"Xue Luo has already opened her mouth to beg me. Seeing that she gave birth to Ah Lang for fifteen years, I have to give her some face, isn't it?"
He Tun slightly sighed, thinking about something, "Oh right, Old Eight, how old is Fourteen this year?"
"Should be seventeen." Xing Ba replied.
"En, let him come out. You take care of him for a period of time. "
"Yes, foster father!"
*****
Xue Luo held her son Lin Nuo's little hand, almost like the wind under her feet.
"Mommy, slow down a bit! Letting that scoundrel Feng Xinglang wait for his wife and child is right, you are too unreserved! "
Towards the word 'unreserved', the little fellow didn't really understand.
He felt that unreserved should be the same as not being serious, smiling mischievously and so on.
Big Duoduo often said this to her own dear mommy.
Xue Luo already couldn't care less about being reserved or not.
This inhumane Xing Ba, how could he let Feng Xinglang wait outside for so long?
Borrowing the dim street light, Xue Luo saw the man leaning on the Porsche's door frame.
The slightly hazy tall and sturdy physique, under the illumination of the light, added a trace of mysterious charm.
The man deeply gazes at Xue Luo and her son, watching them step by step getting closer to his side.
"Feng Xinglang, I brought you garlic spareribs. This is something that my own son saved for you to eat! "
Acting cute, the more the little fellow practiced, the more skilled he became.
The little fellow flies over, one hand hugging his biological father Feng Xinglang's waist, the other hand grabbing the two spareribs, raising them high in front of Feng Xinglang's eyes.
"Quickly eat it, it's still hot."
Looking at his son's oily little hand, Feng Xinglang did not despise it.
It's just that the spareribs were taken out from River Town …
"Biological father is not hungry, biological son eat by himself."
Feng Xinglang picks up the little fellow from the ground, hugging him in his embrace.
"Nuo Nuo, don't get the oil stains on your father's clothes."
Xue Luo softly scolds.
"Biological father will not despise me!"
The little fellow purposely uses his oily mouth to kiss Feng Xinglang.
"Feng Xinglang, will you despise me?"
"Of course not."
"Then eat a bite!"
The little fellow unwillingly feeds the spareribs to Feng Xinglang's mouth.
His son's passion and filial piety, Feng Xinglang no longer refuses, opening his mouth to symbolically take a bite.
"The taste is too bad, not even half as good as the food your grandma An makes."
"But I think it's very delicious!"
Seeing that his biological father does not like to eat, the little fellow starts to chew on it himself.
"Xinglang, I'm sorry, I made you wait for so long."
Xue Luo snuggles over, holds one of Feng Xinglang's arms, and leans on the man's shoulder.
"I didn't wait for long. Get in the car. "
Feng Xinglang holds the woman's waist, and opens the car door for her.
Xue Luo smells the strong smell of cigarettes on the man's body.
There is no blame, no question. It's as if nothing has happened.
Seeing such a husband, Xue Luo is flustered: Is Feng Xinglang hiding his emotions?
The Porsche slowly drives under the neon lights.
Until the little fellow who has eaten and played to his heart's content fell asleep in his mommy's arms.
This is not the road to the Feng family.
Glancing at his sleeping son in his wife's arms, Feng Xinglang slowly stops the car on the side road of a park.
"Xue Luo, let's get out of the car and have a chat."
"Oh. Okay. "
Feng Xinglang straightens the seat a little, letting the little fellow sleep more comfortably.
The night breeze fades away the impetuousness and heat of the day, blowing on the cheeks, bringing a slight coolness.
Rolled up sleeves, revealing the man's strong arm.
"My big brother brought Tuan Tuan back to the Feng family."
Feng Xinglang opens his mouth in a deep voice.
"Oh …" Xue Luo humphs in response, this is what she expected.
Then, there is silence between them.
"Don't you have anything to say to me?"
The man turns around, looking deeply at the woman who is shrouded in darkness: Her face is still beautiful, but it has lost the purity of the past, with an additional layer of mask trying to hide herself.
Xue Luo takes a deep breath, deciding to be honest with him.
"Today, I helped your big brother to plead for Lan Youyou from the hands of Hetun! You should already know, right? I thought you would praise me for being reasonable, considerate and virtuous! I didn't expect you to have such a cold face! "
"Sigh …"
Xue Luo lets out a long sigh, "I know you are blaming me: Why didn't I give this chance to save the damsel in distress to you!"
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