Chapter 517: Stinky boy! I am your dear! (1/2)

”Nono ...”

After seeing his son Lin Nuo, Feng Xinglang couldn't calm down.

Although reason was calming him, Feng Xinglang could not calm down when he saw his son at this moment.

When he heard that the person calling him turned out to be a bastard's father, Feng Xinglang, the little guy first hesitated, and immediately broke free from Feng Lixin's arms, purring around a large circle and closing Feng Xinglang from the door After the side lead away, the little boy quickly rushed towards the door of the private room.

Use of roundabout tactics!

But the little guy's speed was far less agile than Feng Xinglang's; at the moment passing by his side, Feng Xinglang hugged and drew the small thing into his arm.

”Nono, be good, don't run. I'm your father ...”

”Let me go! You jerk! You're not my dad! I don't have your dad!”

The little guy struggled and kicked and shivered in Feng Xinglang's arms; but Feng Xinglang was suddenly taken off the ground.

”Whether you admit it or not, I'm your dad! This is an iron fact, you can't change it!”

Feng Xinglang tightened his arms and held the small things in his arms.

”You let me go ... let me go!”

The little guy is small, but he is full of anger. A forced hug like Feng Xinglang made him very uncomfortable, so he was determined not to compromise.

At first glance, it looks like a kind of cricket that eats soft and hard! Almost the same as Feng Xinglang as a child.

”Xinglang, let go of Nono ... you hold him like this and you will hurt him.”

Feng Lixin immediately came to persuade the father and son who were fighting each other. Worried that Feng Xinglang could accidentally hurt the 5-year-old kid.

It is impossible to let Feng Xinglang release the son Lin Nuo in his arms. This is his biological son, and he dreams that small things can live. Aiko's recovery, he said nothing and would not let go.

Feng Xinglang's arms tightened the little guy's kick, and being forced to do nothing, the little guy could only use his small head to hit Feng Xinglang's chin and face.

Accompanied by the princess Feng Xiaobo's hush, the snow screamed in the corridor and immediately stepped in.

Then he saw that his son Lin Nuo was struggling with Feng Xinglang in his arms and his face turned red.

”Mummy ... Mummy runs away!”

The little guy's instinctual response was to let Mommy Xue escape from the bastard's claws.

But how could Xueluo leave her child and leave alone?

”Feng Xinglang, what are you doing? Let go of Nono!”

Xue Luo rushed over and wanted to take his son Lin Nuo from Feng Xinglang's arms; but he didn't want to be embraced by the hand that Feng Xinglang suddenly vacated.

Holding her own son with one hand and his wife with one hand, Feng Xinglang was never satisfied.

It seemed that at this moment, he filled all the emptiness and loneliness of the past five years.

”Snow falls, be nice ... Stop struggling! I won't hurt you ... let alone our children ... wife!”

Feng Xinglang's breath is heavy and eager. Like a gentle harbor, it instantly warmed the erratic heart that snow fell.

”Feng Xinglang, you asshole! Don't hold my mummy!”

The little guy in his arms didn't understand this kind of meekness. He thought that the **** dad was going to bully his dear mommy.