Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me Chapter 437

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Chapter 437 - He looks extremely similar to his father, Feng Xinglang!

Xueluo made this bold suggestion. Since the Hetun was not around today, there was no harm in going over to take a look.

Furthermore, it could solve the doubt in Xueluo's mind, if Hetun and Feng Xinglang's mother were so in love, why did they have to be so deep in love and hate, to the point where even her own child, the Hetun, had to be exterminated?

There must be something more to it!

If it was really Feng Xinglang's mother who betrayed the Hetun and gave birth to Feng Xinglang in love with Feng Yishan, then why did Feng Xinglang's mother still leave behind a portrait of the Hetun for her son Feng Xinglang?

Wasn't this clearly pulling at the pace of hatred?

"Good, good …" The little fellow dragged its voice, "But you didn't kiss your precious son last night!"

No matter how small or small he was, Lil Thing was still a five-year-old child, and he continued to linger on Mommy's soft embrace.

Xueluo cuddled his son in his arms, and gently pecked him a few times on the forehead.

"Can you take Mommy to see Big Sis now?" Xueluo asked gently.

But the little thing still stayed in Xueluo's arms, continuously moving left and right arrowheads, and then rubbing left and right brushes by.

"Nuonuo, you're already five years old, why are you still acting like a spoiled child?" Xueluo caressed his son's s.h.i.+ny black hair.

"Mommy belongs to me alone! I'll kiss whatever I want! "

The little guy cupped Xueluo's face and loudly sucked in a large mouthful, "I'll seal your seal! Seal with my, Linnuo's, personal badge! "

Xueluo's heart skipped a beat: This tyrannical little tone, it was extremely similar to that man!

After kissing her mother's lips, the little fellow held onto Xueluo's hand and walked towards a dark corridor that was deep inside the Pater Castle.

Because the sunlight was unable to reach them for a long period of time, the corridor was silent, and there did not seem to be any lighting.

Xueluo only felt his back turn cold bit by bit as he held onto his son's hand even tighter.

"Mommy, you're hurting your son! Are you afraid? "

The little guy sighed and muttered, "Sigh, you women are born to be protected by us men!"

"..." Xueluo was almost at a loss for words: Who did he learn all these from?

"Here it is! It's a pity that my foster father locked the door! " The little guy pointed to a black sandalwood door and said.

Xueluo took a step forward and gently stroked the black wooden door, the pressure making it seem as though he couldn't breathe.

In front of a window, Xueluo tiptoed, wanting to peek through the gla.s.s to look inside. He only felt as if a figure had floated past him, and immediately felt a chill on his back.

Xueluo panicked, and immediately turned to look: It was Ol 'Eight.

He was already extremely nervous, but after getting scared by Xing Ba, Xueluo patted his head as if he still had some lingering fear.

"Eighth Brother, why are you floating? Can't you just walk properly? See, it scared my mommy! "

The little guy came forward and scolded Xing Family's eighth brother in dissatisfaction. He had the kind of pampered look of a Hetun.

Actually, it was more accurate to say that he was faking it!

Xueluo forced out an apologetic smile, and said under the cover: "I, I was just curious. So I wanted to see it. "

"I was just curious to see …" Then, after a pause, "He died!"

Xueluo was shocked, and instinctively took a big step back, leaving the door far behind.

"Smelly eighth brother, you hate it the most! "How dare you scare my mommy!"

The thing that the little guy could not bear to see the most was someone threatening Mother Mi Xueluo.

Xing Ba lifted the little guy up from the ground and hugged him, "Fifteen, eighth brother is protecting your mother! This is my father's forbidden area, you barging in together with your mother is already enough to make him angry. "

Xing Ba explained in a gentle voice. What he said was the truth, even if Xiao Wu did not understand, Lin Xueluo should still be able to understand it.

"Sorry, Eighth Brother, for making things difficult for you!"

Xueluo apologetically said, "Nuonuo, let's go back. Mommy went to the kitchen to make you a smiley bear meal. "

Of course, the little guy didn't want Mommy Xueluo to take the risk to anger his foster father, but this didn't stop the little guy from going all out against Xing Ba.

"Eighth Brother, you better remember this: When Father comes back later, I will say that you have bullied me! Let your foster father ruthlessly beat up your PP! "

This was how you used a fake might.

This move, this little thing was not satisfied with just one try!

The little guy was cute.

However, his moe air seemed to bring with it a tiny bit of evil aura!

They were extremely similar to his father, Feng Xinglang!

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However, Linnuo's little friend did not give up.

Of course he knew: Mommy can't go against foster father Hetun's orders. Otherwise, he would have been locked in the dark room by the foster father Hetun.

As a result, the little guy took advantage of the time Mimi Xueluo went to study in the afternoon, and sneakily ran to the dark corridor.

The little guy was not afraid of the Hetun. But she was afraid that foster father Hetun would vent his anger on Xueluo because she was not obedient.

Little Linnuo wouldn't care about whether Xing Old Eighth was there or not. Even if it was him, he wouldn't be able to do anything to him.

Under normal circ.u.mstances, the little guy would say: You are number eight, I am already a Old Fifteen, who is bigger?

Since Xing eighth wasn't around and Little Rascal couldn't open the locked black sandalwood door, it had no choice but to bring a chair and knock on the window.

"Big Sis … Big Sister, are you still inside? "

"Big sister, my mommy wants to see you. Can you come out for a bit?"

"Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person, I'm here to save you …"

"Big sister, big sister, do you hear me? "Big sister …"

When Hetun arrived, the little fellow was pouting and knocking on the window.

"Fifteen, what are you doing?"

The voice of the Hetun was cold and solemn, so much so that it was shocking.

However, Linnuo's little friend had seen too much of foster father Hetun's moods and was no longer afraid.

"Foster father, you must have let big sister out, right? Big Sis was locked in the small dark room by herself. How pitiful! She will be afraid! "

The little guy's words caused Hetun's nose to become inexplicably bitter.

Perhaps, in this dark room, the one who was locked was not someone else, but himself, the Hetun!

His entire soul was imprisoned in this dark room where not even a sliver of light could be seen!

Hetun slowly squatted and stared at the little fellow's innocent eyes, as well as that small face that resembled the woman in the dark room.

"Fifteen, what did you just call her? Big Sister? "

Hetun's voice softened a little.

"Foster father, release Big Sister. She knows she was wrong." The little guy pleaded again.

Hetun sniffed a bit, as if he was suppressing something.

"Fifteen, if your big sister heard you calling her 'big sister' in the underworld, she would definitely be overjoyed!"

Hetun's voice was hoa.r.s.e.

"Under the Nine Springs? What is beneath the Nine Springs? Is that place far from the Pater Castle? "

The little fellow asked childishly.