Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me

The next morning, he sent the little fellow back to Feng Family.

"Father needs to return to the Pater Castle to recuperate for a period of time … Call your godfather if you miss him. Father sent a plane to pick you up. "

Using his chin to kiss the little guy\'s head, even though there was only a broken arm left, Hetun held the little guy tightly.

"How long is a period of time?"

The little guy hurriedly asked, "Right, foster father, what happened to eighth brother and Old Tweleve?"

"Two or three months. I think he can rush back to the Shen City to accompany me for New Year\'s Eve. "

The New Year that Hetun spoke of was not the Spring Festival, but New Year\'s Day.

"Then fifteen will be waiting for your foster father\'s return! It would be best if we could bring Old Eighth, Old Tweleve and the others over as well. "

The little guy changed his posture and crawled into Hetun\'s embrace. This way, he could be more suitable for sticking close to Hetun, who only had one arm left.

"Father, when will you grow a new arm? "I\'ve always been looking forward to it for you."

Hearing the little fellow\'s words, Hetun\'s old heart seemed to be tugged.

"Kid, you always make your foster father\'s heart ache! I can\'t stop it even if I have to! "

He began to think about something, "Right, Number Fifteen, my foster father left Number Fourteen in the Shen City. Come to Shallow Water Bay to find him if you need anything, or call him directly. You can call for him to come with you. "

Hetun placed the phone number written on the note Xing Shisi delivered into the little guy\'s pocket.

"Then who will be escorting my foster father back to the Pater Castle?" the little guy asked with concern.

"There are still seventeen of them!"

Hetun patted the little guy\'s shoulder and sighed. He said meaningfully, "Foster father can finally give your second brother an explanation!"

The little guy did not investigate what the \'explanation\' from Hetun meant. As long as Hetun was safe, the little guy would be at ease.

"Father … Mommy. His own son is back. "

Little friend Linnuo, who was being carried by the anti-riot vehicle, ran towards the courtyard of the Feng Family happily.

Hetun followed the little fellow inside probably because she wanted to go inside the house to see her son Feng Xinglang.

Xing Shisi carried the two bags of food and followed suit.

Feng Xinglang who usually did not get up early, sat on the sofa in the living room and waited steadily.

"Father, why are you so early? Where\'s my mother? "

Seeing that his father\'s expression wasn\'t right, the little guy immediately changed his words to look for Mommy.

"Where did you go? Did you get permission from your father? "

Feng Xinglang glanced at Hetun and began to interrogate the cheerful little fellow sternly.

"My own son told Mommy …" By the way, where\'s my mother? Still sleeping? I went upstairs and called for her to come down and eat! It\'s a pastry cooked by my foster father\'s chef. It\'s very delicious! "

Seeing that the situation did not last long, the little fellow immediately dashed up the stairs, ignoring his father\'s intimidating gaze.

The living room, which only had Hetun and Feng Xinglang, instantly went cold.

"Sorry, I didn\'t tell you about taking Fifteen." The Hetun still knew his own limitations.

"Be careful next time. Don\'t always do as you please! "

Feng Xinglang replied as his expression became a little warmer.

"Ah Lang, your father needs to return to Pater Castle to rest for a period of time … You live a good life with Fifteen and Xueluo. When I have free time, I will go to Pater Castle to visit me and ask me to personally fly over to pick you all up. "

As an audience, Feng Xinglang felt extremely awkward for Hetun.

I have to go and see him when I\'m free? He could really think too much!

"You are already an old man past your prime, it is about time for you to enjoy the blissful times of the year! "Less fighting and killing outside, and instead causing yourself to be half crippled and half crippled. Just looking at it makes one feel pity!"

If Feng Xinglang were to say these words of concern in such a manner, it would be more appropriate to say them out loud.

"Ah Lang, you don\'t have to worry about daddy …"

"It\'s getting late, let\'s go back. Nuonuo should also be going to school. "

Hetun still wanted to say something, but was stopped by Feng Xinglang\'s tepid voice.

maybe talking about it was possible, but Hetun always considered himself as\' father \', and did not care about Feng Xinglang\'s feelings at all.

"Mm, then I\'ll go back. Take good care of fifteen... I will try my best to return to Shen City to see him during the new year. "

To be honest, the conversation between father and son had made him feel awkward.

When Xueluo went downstairs, Hetun had already left on his anti-riot vehicle.

"They all left? I haven\'t even had a chance to say goodbye to Dad. "

After changing his clothes, the Hetun left without a second thought.

"Lin Xueluo, do you sound like you can call me daddy!?" Feng Xinglang reprimanded.

Xueluo turned his head and looked at Feng Xinglang with slight resentment, "You aren\'t willing to treat Hetun as your own father, but I am willing to treat him as my father-in-law! If it wasn\'t for the fact that Hetun had raised us for five years, my Nuonuo and I might have been living on the streets! "

"Do you think my husband is dead!?" Feng Xinglang rebuked warmly.

"So what if he is alive? Facing Lan Youyou, aren\'t you still protecting him with your body! Whether or not my Nuonuo will be born safe and sound is still unknown! "

Xueluo grumbled and then walked towards the pile of food.

In comparison to being wounded, Xueluo was more willing to embrace the future and enjoy the future.

"Xinglang, eat, eat, and look at this Bacon Scroll … It smells like you\'re drooling! "

Xueluo pinched a piece of bacon and stuffed it into Feng Xinglang\'s mouth.

"What, haven\'t you had enough last night?"

"Feng Xinglang, you\'re so disgusting!"

These words that were tasty immediately made Xueluo put down the lunchbox in his hands and went to eat the clear potato pancake instead.

After finishing the sumptuous and delicious breakfast, the main event that followed was to escort the child, Feng Linnuo, who had gone mad to school.

"Mommy, it\'s already 8 o\'clock. We\'re already late …" It\'s better to go tomorrow! "

When it came to school, the little guy was exasperated. All sorts of coquettish posturing.

"Kiss your son … It hurts …" His head also hurt... I feel sick all over! "

"No!" It\'s all useless on Feng Linnuo! Mommy has already prepared a long war that she will spend the entire day with you! "

"Mommy, you\'re so heartless … Is your own son your own? They even feel that this child is more pitiful than if he was picked up! "

"If you really picked up a child, Mommy wouldn\'t need to worry so much about your studies! Carry the books on your back and quickly get in the car! "

"Mommy, you don\'t even like your son!"

"Yes!" It\'s fine if Mommy doesn\'t love this kind of son who always wants to flee school! "

"Mommy, Feng Tuantuan hasn\'t even come back to school yet … It\'s already Friday today, so let\'s wait until next week before going to school again! "

"Take care of yourself first!"

Xueluo carried the little guy onto Basong\'s carriage without explanation and personally escorted him to school.

"Father … "Save me!"

Although Feng Xinglang wanted to protect his wife, he endured it.

… ….

The moment Feng Xinglang pushed open the door to the office, he smelt a hint of danger …