Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me Chapter 890

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Chapter 890 - The Intense Smell of Cigarette

Looking at his carefree son Linnuo, who was having fun with Xing s.h.i.+'er, Xueluo could not help but sigh lightly.

Without a doubt, he had gone too far this time!

If her husband, Feng Xinglang, did not have a firm relations.h.i.+p with her, wouldn't that mean that Feng Xinglang would smash his own foot into the ground?

Feng Xinglang, oh Feng Xinglang, you d.a.m.n man who needs to be beaten up, why aren't you here yet!

Are you forcing me, Lin Xueluo, to slap my own face?

Or have you been dating Lan Youyou?!

If that was really the case, then it was fine if she, Lin Xueluo, didn't want this man!

The servants were already setting up the tables.

Without exception, they were almost all the favorite food of little friends Xing Nuo, the biological grandson of the Hetun.

With regards to Linnuo's little friend's name, it was also ever-changing.

In the Shallow Water Bay, the Hetun and his foster son would call Xiao Budian Little Fifteen, his great name Xing Nuo.

In Feng Family, his father Feng Xinglang, as well as Butler Mo and the others would all call the little guy Nuonuo, and his big name was Feng Linnuo.

In the kindergarten, Linnuo's little friend continued to have the same surname as Ma Mi, Lin Xueluo.

The children on the other hand, liked to call him Linnuo Nuo, which sounded a little more cute.

With regards to his different nicknames and names, Linnuo's little friend accepted them happily.

He would agree to anything.

To Lil Thing, it was just a form of address!

It was just like giving a dog the name of 'Sixteen'!

"Fifteen, it's time for dinner. "Go wash your hands."

Hetun called out to the little fellows in the hall who were acting wildly.

However, Xueluo's heart was getting more and more dark.

Xueluo was really afraid that he would lose!

Knowing that a woman shows her love to another woman is a very low thing to do. But even if it was just this simple action, he was afraid that he would lose!

Xueluo was already regretting it. He regretted that he had lost his mind at the moment!

How about he take his son and return to the Feng Family on his own accord?

But if she saw that Feng Xinglang and Lan Youyou had already returned to Feng Family, and was having fun, then where could she go from here?

Xueluo really wanted to slap himself!

What kind of love was he going to prove by courting death like this?

A smart woman wouldn't see the relations.h.i.+p between husband and wife to be so distinct.

Isn't it good to live a muddled life?

He had been confused for so many years, wasn't it the same if he continued being confused?

Why did he create trouble for himself!

"Mommy, I'm giving you this skinny piece of meat. Your son has already helped you chew off the fat."

Linnuo sent a piece of meat, that had its skin cut off, to Mommy's bowl.

This was how Feng Xinglang's biological father fawned over Mommy. This little guy learned well.

"Thank you, son."

Xueluo was gratified, but at the same time upset.

Without her husband around, she had already fallen to the point where she would have to let a 6-year-old son eat fat.

The little guy was growing. Under the constant feeding from Hetun and Xing s.h.i.+'er, the little thing was stuffing food into its mouth.

Xueluo ate very little, and always ate the rice grains in the bowl slowly without taking a bite.

Only after Linnuo's little friend had eaten his fill did Xing Ba walk in from outside the living room.

"Fifteen, your father is here."

"My father? Feng Xinglang? Why are you here so late to pick up your wife and children? "

The little fellow activated its Little Ao Jiao mode, the corners of its mouth raised arrogantly, "Then let him wait outside properly!"

Xueluo's mood, from the bitterness from waiting for his husband to suddenly becoming bright and beautiful, was like a young girl carrying a rollercoaster.

But after hearing his son Linnuo's discontent, Xueluo still chose to be reserved and tacitly agreed to his son's suggestion of 'waiting patiently' for his father. A little advice to a man on his late arrival.

Xing Ba was silent for a moment, then watched as foster father Hetun put down the tableware after eating, and took a sip of tea. He then continued calmly: "Feng Xinglang seems to have waited for more than an hour."

"What?" More than an hour? "

Xueluo immediately jumped up from the table, "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Xing Ba remained silent.

"Nuonuo, quickly go with Mommy."

Xueluo immediately picked up his son who was sitting on the chair.

"Bring this to my father to eat!"

The little guy grabbed the remaining two garlic ribs from the plate in his hand. She remembered that her biological father, Feng Xinglang, was also a carnivorous beast like her.

"Fifteen, there's still more in the kitchen. Let the cook repack it. "

His grandson doted on his own father; Hetun obviously doted on his own son more.

"No need! Just let Feng Xinglang be half full! You don't have the strength to be mean to me and my mommy! "

This son of his was indeed his own.

When the little thing said these words, it had already been dragged out of the villa by Mommy Xueluo. It was as if he couldn't wait to see the man that had waited for them for more than an hour.

Watching Xueluo and his mother leave, Hetun finally glared at Xing Ba.

"You really made Ah Lang wait outside for more than an hour?"

"Isn't it all just to allow foster father to have a hearty meal accompanied by a grandson?!"

Xing Ba replied softly. It was hard for him to show his filial piety.

Without Little Fifteen to accompany him, Hetun would only fill up some food symbolically, and would not have much of an appet.i.te.

Pausing slightly, Xing Ba changed the subject, "However, Feng Xinglang seems to be in a rather deep mood. He clearly saw me, but he didn't even bother to call out. He just silently waited outside. "

Hetun pursed his lips, "Don't tell me that brat is dissatisfied with me because I let Seventh Brother go?"

Hetun was indeed a man who surpa.s.sed his heart. He was always concerned about his son's every move, as well as his emotional ups and downs.

"There is such a possibility!" It looks like Feng Xinglang doesn't really agree with foster father letting Lan Youyou go just like that! "

Xing Ba understood Feng Xinglang, but he didn't seem to understand much.

"Xueluo has already asked me to do so. Seeing that she gave birth to fifteen years of feelings for Ah Lang, I will at least give her some face, no?"

The Hetun sighed, thinking of something, "Oh right, Eighth Brother, how old are you at now?"

"He should be around seventeen." Xing Ba replied together.

"Mm, let him out. You take him for a while. "

"Good foster father!"

Xueluo held his son Linnuo's small hand, and seemed to feel wind under his feet.

"Mommy, slow down! It is only right for you to make Feng Xinglang, the b.a.s.t.a.r.d, wait for his wife and children.

The little guy didn't really understand the word 'reserved'.

He felt that if he wasn't reserved, it should be the same as if he wasn't serious and had a mischievous smile on his face.

Big Duo always said that about her mother.

Xueluo no longer cared about being reserved.

How could this inhumane Xing Ba make Feng Xinglang wait outside for so long?

Using the faint light of the street lamp, Xueluo saw the man leaning on the Porsche's door frame.

The tall and muscular body appeared hazy and hazy, but under the enveloping of the light, it gave off a mysterious charm or feeling.

The man stared deeply at Xueluo and her son, watching them approach him step by step.

"Feng Xinglang, I brought you a fragrant garlic ribs. But my own son saved it for you! "

The more skilled the little guy was in acting cute, the more adept he became at it.

The little guy flew over and hugged his father's waist with one hand, the other holding onto the two chops, raised them high in front of Feng Xinglang's eyes.

"Hurry up and eat. It's still warm."

Looking at his son's greasy little hands, Feng Xinglang did not dislike them at all.

But the ribs were taken from the Hetun …

"Father is not hungry, son should eat by himself."

Feng Xinglang picked up the little thing from the ground and hugged it.

"Nuonuo, don't get grease stains on your dad's clothes."

Xueluo slightly reprimanded.

"Daddy won't despise me!"

The little fellow intentionally kissed Feng Xinglang with its greasy mouth.

"Feng Xinglang, would you despise me?"

"Of course not."

"Then take a bite!"

The little guy stubbornly fed the rib bone to Feng Xinglang.

Feng Xinglang no longer refused his son's kindness and filial piety. Instead, he took a symbolic bite.

"It tastes so bad, it's not even half as good as what your Grandma An cooked."

"But I think it's delicious!"

Seeing that his father didn't like it, the little fellow started to nibble on it.

"Xinglang, I'm sorry for making you wait so long."

Xueluo snuggled up to him, held onto one of Feng Xinglang's arms, and leaned against the man's shoulder.

"I didn't have to wait long. "Get in the car."

Feng Xinglang embraced the woman's waist and opened the car door for her.

Xueluo could smell the strong smell of smoke from the man's body.

There was no reproach, no inquiry. It was as if nothing had happened.

Such a husband, Xueluo was panicking: was Feng Xinglang concealing his feelings?

The Porsche drove slowly under the neon lights.

It was only when the little guy was full and had enough to eat, that he fell asleep in Mummy's arms.

It was not the way to Feng Family.

Glancing at his son who was sleeping soundly in his wife's arms, Feng Xinglang slowly parked his car on a side road beside a park.

"Xueluo, let's get off the car and chat."

"Oh. "Alright."

Feng Xinglang levelled his seat, allowing the little guy to sleep more comfortably.

The night wind had removed the impetuosity and heat of the day. It caressed his cheeks and brought a slight coolness.

His rolled up sleeves revealed the robust arm of a man.

"My big brother brought Zhang Yuan back to Feng Family."

Feng Xinglang opened his mouth.

"Oh …" Xueluo snorted in agreement, this was all within her expectations.

After that, there was silence.

"You have nothing to say to me?"

The man turned and looked at the woman shrouded in black. She was still beautiful, but her former purity had faded, replaced by a mask that tried to hide her face.

Xueluo took a slight breath and decided to be honest with him.

"Today, I'll help your big brother explain and scoop Lan Youyou out from the Hetun's hands! You should already know that, right? I thought you would praise me for being reasonable and considerate! I never thought that you would have such a cold face! "

"Sigh …"

Xueluo let out a long sigh, "I know you're blaming me for not giving you the chance to save the beauty this time!"

"Lin Xueluo, you have two big 'idiots' written on your forehead. Do you know it yourself?"