Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me Chapter 766

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Chapter 766

But Feng Lixin's family's journey this time, was destined to not be smooth sailing!

After these past few days of travel and exhaustion, in addition to physical and mental exhaustion, Xueluo slept soundly in Hetun for almost an entire day.

In the morning, Linnuo's little friend was still by her mother's side, hugging her in his arms as he begged for joy.

However, in the afternoon, the little guy who had just finished his afternoon nap was bored to the point that his private parts were almost popping out. He gave a light smack on the face of Mommy who was still sleeping, then quietly walked out of the room, planning to play with Old Tweleve for a short while before returning back to the room.

Unluckily, the Old Tweleve was not around. He was sitting in the living room, enjoying his tea.

There was also the silly Xing Si.

The one with the most nothing to do!

"Old Four, where is Old Tweleve?"

Linnuo's little friend was still unwilling to forgive Hetun, so he forced himself not to speak with him, and only asked Xing Si.

Xing Si could understand a small portion of the simple Chinese language, but he couldn't really speak it.

"Out … "He's gone!" Bad luck.

"Where did he go?" The little guy's comprehension ability was extremely strong.

Xing Si only shook his head. It was unknown whether it was because he did not understand the little fellow's words, or because he really did not know where Xing s.h.i.+'er had gone to.

"I told Old Tweleve to investigate some things. We should be back before lunch! "

Hetun left the cultivation of his body and soul. He stood up and walked to Little Fifteen's side and bowed as he held the little fellow. The little fellow, on the other hand, did not give him any face and turned away.

"Are you still angry at your foster father?"

How could the cunning Hetun be troubled by a spoiled little thing?

"If you don't give me a hug, I won't let you cook dinner for your mommy! Hungry your mother, are you willing? "

Of course not! The little guy pursed his lips, and in the end, chose to submit and stretch his arms out for his mother. He reluctantly let Hetun hug him.

"You little thing …" Why are you so stubborn? It's exactly the same as your father's. "

Hetun patted the depressed little fellow in his arms while speaking to himself with a gentle voice.

"Fifteenth, there's something that G.o.dfather wants to discuss with you …"

Staring dotingly at the little face of the little fellow that resembled Feng Xinglang, Hetun caressed his slightly rough fingers softly.

"Father, speak. Fifteen is listening." As long as you don't hurt my mommy, you'll starve my mommy! "

"Haha …" You are very filial! "

Hetun sighed lightly, "When will your biological father be as filial as you … That's good! "Even my foster father couldn't hope for it …"

After the sadness had pa.s.sed, Hetun returned to the main topic at hand and asked anxiously, "Fifteen, do you think that your foster father is very old?"

"Not bad!" Just a little bit old! "

To curry favor with the Hetun, the little fellow had already mastered the art of Dominating Refinement.

"Haha," Hetun embraced the little thing in his arms tightly, using her stinging beard to rub against his tender cheeks.

"Actually, for a father of your age, it's already enough to be your grandfather! Fifteen, why don't you just call me grandpa instead? "

Hetun tried to correct the messy relations.h.i.+p between father and grandson.

But who would have thought that the little guy's reaction would be so intense?

He jumped out from Hetun's embrace, and glared at himself with his bright eyes in dissatisfaction, "I don't want it!"

"Wh-Why?" Hetun's heart slightly twisted.

"If I call you grandfather, but Old Tweleve and the rest call you foster father, wouldn't that mean that Old Tweleve and the rest have climbed onto my head? I'm not going to do it! "

Actually, this little guy didn't want to lower his seniority!

"Hahahaha..." "You little scoundrel!"

Hetun kissed the little thing's cheek once again, full of affection.

When Xueluo woke up, he heard the Hetun's hearty laughter and his grandfather's and grandson's ridiculous discussion.

If he wanted to correct the relations.h.i.+p between the three generations, it was not something that could be explained in one or two sentences.

Before dinner, Xing s.h.i.+'er and Xing Si came back.

After Xing s.h.i.+'er whispered into Hetun's ear, Hetun's resolute face, which had been smiling at Little Fifteen a moment ago, instantly turned dark and cold.

"This Seventh Brother sure has a lot of guts!" You actually ignored my warning to her? And get these filthy photos of my Ah Lang? Is she tired of living? "

Hetun hissed. With every sentence he spoke, the scar at the end of his eye would move up and down, making him appear exceptionally fierce.

"Foster father, who is Seventh Brother? How come I've never heard of it? "

The little fellow asked curiously.

"You don't need to know who she is! Because this person will immediately disappear from this world! "

Hetun was ruthless. He could not tolerate Yan Bang, and even more so, could not tolerate Lan Youyou.

"Bring me Old Seven!"

"At this time, she and Feng Lixin are already on their way to the airport!"

"To the airport?"

"Yes!" It was Feng Xinglang who saved Old Seven from Yan Bang's Yulong City. "

"Ah Lang saved Seventh Brother? Did he have no feelings for Seventh Bro? "

"I don't think so! After all, Ol'seventh is Feng Lixin's wife, who is also Feng Xinglang's sister-in-law! "

"Old Tweleve, is the Seventh Brother you're talking about Feng Tuantuan's mother? the Great Witch Lan Youyou? "

The little guy finally understood.

Xing s.h.i.+'er remained silent. He waited for Hetun to explain to the little fellow.

"It used to be, but now it isn't!"

The Hetun said in a cold voice, "Twelfth, bring the Old Four and her and stop her! Keep your movements clean so that you won't cause too much trouble! "

"Alright!" Xing s.h.i.+'er retreated.

"Wait!"

Hetun told Xing s.h.i.+'er to stop and retreat, "Try to let Feng Lixin go! After all, he had saved Ah Lang before! "

The Hetun was ruthless, but she also distinguished between kindness and grudges.

"Alright!"

Xueluo quietly listened to all of Hetun's arrangements.

These few days, she had been thinking about one thing: Should she tell Hetun about Lan Youyou's actions?!

Xueluo clearly knew: If the Hetun knew that someone had used a secret slap to desecrate his own son, Feng Xinglang, then that person would definitely die!

Given Hetun's ill will and his extreme desire to atone for his crimes against Feng Xinglang, he wouldn't allow anyone to harm his own son and his own grandson!

Xueluo had been considering whether he should use the Hetun's power to finish Lan Youyou off …

But in the end, she was still tied down by her kind heart!

Now that the Hetun had investigated the truth of the matter, Xueluo could be considered to have loosened his tensed mind.

All of Lan Youyou's actions in these past five years, were already something that she could bring onto herself.

But slowly, Xueluo started to feel uneasy again: subconsciously, she felt that it wouldn't be so easy for Hetun to get rid of Lan Youyou.

Because during this time, there was even a Feng Xinglang!

Unless Feng Xinglang didn't make a move this time...