Chapter 439: Domineering (1/2)

Hetun's words horrified Xue Luo.

”What? You, did you let fifteen go to Shencheng to find his father? He ... he's a five-year-old!”

It was so sudden that all of this came, and Xue Luo's heart flew out of his Hungarian cavity.

Xue Luo thought about N kinds of pictures where he and his son Lin Nuo met Feng Xinglang again, but none of them looks like this: Hetun even let a 5-year-old little P child go to Shencheng to find his father!

”Rest assured, there are twelve old accompany the fifteen! No one hurt my son in Hetun!”

Hetun sent a large piece of bacon roll into his mouth and ate it deliciously. Doesn't seem to worry about the safety of the little guy.

No matter who is with his son Lin Nuo, as a mother, Xue Luo can't rest assured. Only when their children are in their own hands, can Xue Xue be assured!

”Mr. Xing, how can you let fifteen go to Shencheng without consulting me?”

Xue Luo did not dare to blame Hetun, but the words of blame still brought a little blame.

”Fifteen is my son of Hetun. I make any decision without consulting with anyone!”

It's such a tone of self-esteem that makes people domineering.

Xue Luo knew that he couldn't stand Hetun! Unless you don't want to see your son anymore!

”Again, this is also the wish made on the fifteenth Christmas Eve! How can I not do as he wishes?”

He Tun whispered. I took a sip of red wine and it looked like I was not in a good mood. Perhaps these five years for Hetun are waiting for this day to come.

Oh my god, my son Lin Nuo's wish was to find his father? Does he know who his own dad is?

Also, shouldn't the son's wish be to take Mommy out of Pete Fort?

Xue Luo wasn't sure if Hetun lied to her. I just feel like a person like Hetun who has nothing but self-respect, there is no need to lie to her at all!

Even if he said something that Xue Luo didn't like to hear, Xue Luo couldn't help him, didn't he?

”Mr. Xing, you, did you say something to fifteen?”

Xue Luo whispered cautiously.

”Ok?”

He Tun raised his eyebrows, wondering what Xue Luo wanted to ask.

”Did you talk to fifteen about his dad?”

Xue Luo made the topic clear. Because in the past five years, Xueluo refused to tell his son Lin Nuo about half a word about his father.

”No! I just reminded Fifteen: The person in the painting should be in Shencheng! That's it!”

Hetun had no intention of concealing the falling snow. There is no need at all.

He is a big man, and he can't commit to concealing a weak woman. It's so bright!

”Person on the picture? Who?”

The snow fell in shock and asked closely.

”Don't you know?” Hetun asked back.

The snow fell silent. She was not sure which painting Hetun was talking about.

”The painting was fifteen pulled out of the pocket, and it was crumpled. The person who painted it above was Feng Xinglang at first glance! Wasn't it for fifteen?

Hetun glanced lightly at the snow. It seems that some kind of little tricks are played on Xue Xue before him.

Feng Xinglang's portrait?

Xue Luo remembers: I seem to have painted a complete front portrait of Feng Xinglang. And hasn't it been thrown into the trash? Why did he get to his son Lin Nuo?