Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me Chapter 455

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Chapter 455: Heart of Grat.i.tude!

It was only then that Xueluo realized the truth: Hetun did not have the kind heart to return her true freedom!

Instead, he used an even bigger cage and shackles to bind them!

Hetun was certain that Lin Xueluo would obediently return to Shallow Water Bay. Because her son Linnuo was still in the hands of his Hetun.

Thus, although on the surface, the Hetun gave Lin Xueluo his freedom, he knew that she would definitely return to the Shallow Water Bay!

The Hetun was fearless!

The moment he heard foster father Hetun say that he wanted to seal Mommy's confinement, the little guy immediately changed into a different expression. It became cute and sweet.

In the little guy's words, a wise man does not fight when the odds are against him!

Moreover, it was related to mother, Lin Xueluo.

"Foster father, Fifteen knows his wrongs! You, an old man, don't think too highly of me, don't close my mommy, okay? "

"..."

Hetun was startled, he did not expect that the little thing who was so stubborn that it wanted to fight him for life turned hostile faster than flipping a book. It was still red and swollen, but it suddenly changed its words and became obedient.

"Heh, wasn't it rather unreasonable just now?" Hetun sarcastically said.

It was as if fighting with this little fellow was extremely pleasurable.

"Foster father, I know I was wrong, and I apologize to you. Please don't close my mommy, she's just a little girl."

"That won't do! If it's not related to your mother, then you won't have a good memory! "

"Foster father, I have a long memory of 15! "Please close my mom. If you want, then shut me up."

Hearing his son Linnuo's sensible words, Xueluo's tears fell.

If her son was like this, what did she, Lin Xueluo, want in this life?

"Old Four, what are you standing there for? Hurry and lock Lin Xueluo up in the bas.e.m.e.nt! " Hetun roared.

Xueluo did not make it difficult for Xing Si, nor did he want to hear his son's imploring towards the Hetun. She only wanted the Hetun to end the torture on them as soon as possible.

Therefore, Xueluo was very cooperative as he walked in front of Xing Si.

"No!" Don't close my mommy! "

The little guy wriggled down from Hetun's body, rushed forward and hugged Lin Xueluo's waist tightly.

"Foster father, Fifteen knows his wrongs! You should punish fifteen, not fifteen, Mommy! "

Xueluo really did not want to shed tears in front of her son Linnuo. She did not want to create an even more sorrowful atmosphere, but for some reason, she was especially unable to control her emotions tonight.

Her tears fell like beads from a broken string.

"Nuonuo is obedient, Mommy is fine."

Seeing that it was unable to shake the foster father Hetun's prestige, the little guy stopped begging Hetun and grabbed onto Mommy's hand.

"Mommy, then Nuonuo will close the small black room with you!"

The mother and son duo held hands and walked towards the underground room, leaving Hetun behind.

How strong must a woman, how strong must a mother be to move the heart of others?

In the face of savagery and violence, Lin Xueluo was willing to compromise.

However, deep in her bones, the indomitable spirit she had for her son Linnuo was actually so clear.

Xueluo fulfilled his son's filial piety and let him accompany him to the bas.e.m.e.nt.

There was a simple board in the bas.e.m.e.nt.

Because of Mommy, the little guy didn't feel any discomfort. Because wherever Mommy was, it was his harbor.

"Mommy, why are you running around? Your own son is dying of worry. "

The little guy opened up his little palm and helped wipe away the tears on Xueluo's face.

"Mommy went out to take a look. Shen City changed a lot. There are many more tall buildings. "

Xueluo said gently. He never mentioned anything about going to the Feng Family. He did not ask if his son had seen his father, Feng Xinglang.

"Lie on your stomach and let Mommy see your little account. Did your foster father hurt you? "

The little guy was embarra.s.sed and said, "It doesn't hurt at all! Foster father is old and can't move anymore! "

Looking at his son's relaxed appearance, Xueluo's heart ached again.

"I'm sorry Nuonuo, if it wasn't for Mommy wandering around randomly, you wouldn't have been hit by your foster father."

Xueluo still carried his son over, and looked at his still swollen little P shares. His heart ached and suffocated.

"It's all right, Mommy, it doesn't hurt at all! Nuonuo needs to grow up quickly so that he can protect Mommy and not let his foster father shut down Mommy's little black house. "

The two of them had spent the entire night together.

No one mentioned anything about Feng Xinglang. Perhaps the mother and son both knew that their biological father, Feng Xinglang, no longer belonged to them.

The next day.

When Xueluo woke up, he found that the door to the bas.e.m.e.nt was opened.

"Nuonuo, wake up … Wake up. "

Although he was reluctant, Xueluo still woke his son up.

This was, after all, the bas.e.m.e.nt. The ventilation was bad, and the air was turbid and humid. She couldn't bear to see her five-year-old son here for so long.

"Mommy, good morning …" The little guy's eyes were hazy and sleepy.

Her nose was sniffling. She must be feeling a little cold.

"Nuonuo, after was.h.i.+ng up, I'll go and apologize to your foster father. Do you understand?"

Xueluo warned his son Linnuo.

At the mention of this, the little guy's large eyes immediately became round.

"I'm not apologizing to my foster father! He's a monster! It actually closed the small dark room with Nuonuo and Mommy! I hate him! "

The hatred of the little fellow was only on his lips. In fact, Lil Thing liked the Hetun quite a lot.

"Nuonuo can't do this! And you can't say that about your foster father! He raised you for five years and taught you so much. As the saying goes, a master for a day, a father for life! Nuonuo must bear a heart of grat.i.tude! "

The little guy listened to mother's words and meekly nodded. Perhaps he was still unable to deeply understand the meaning and meaning behind it.

At the dining table, Hetun did not look too good. He still looked as cold as ever.

He gave off a strong feeling of alienation.

"Foster father..."

the little guy shouted in a drawl.

Hetun did not respond. They began to eat their hearty breakfast in silence.

Breakfast was bountiful. There was always shrimp rolls and bacon that the little guy liked.

Seeing that the foster father Hetun did not bother with him, the little fellow s.h.i.+fted and walked over, and as usual, climbed onto the Hetun's powerful leg to sit on.

"Mommy told Fifteen to apologize to my foster father! Mommy said, "A master for a day, a father for life!"

The little guy pretended to be obedient as it began to chew on the bacon in its hands.

"What else did your mother say?" Hetun asked.

"My mother also said that Nuonuo must bear the heart to thank her foster father!"

Hetun was silent for a long time.

After a moment of silence, Hetun suddenly asked: "Fifteen, do you hate your foster father?"

"No!" "Although foster father is a bit hot-tempered and a bit unreasonable, but I still really like foster father a lot."

While the little guy was praising the PvP, he did not forget to ruthlessly hurt Hetun.

"Then do you hate your father Feng Xinglang?"

Hetun asked solemnly and meaningfully.