Chapter 593: Are you going to play bitter game? (2/2)
How could he not see the purpose of Feng Xinglang's low profile!
How could he want to take his little fifteen from him beside him in this way? Really shameless!
”I also hope that Mr. Hetun will fulfill the love of my daughter Feng Xinglang!”
Feng Xinglang took his taunt in a low voice.
”Want to be my prisoner? Okay ...”
He Tun snorted. When he came to ask for abuse and beating, how could Hetun be incomplete?
”No, no!”
The snow in the kitchen could no longer be heard, but rushed out.
”Mr. Xing, Feng Xinglang must have done a conspiracy to do this. You should kick him out.”
Xue Luo didn't know why Feng Xinglang was a prisoner of Hetun, but she couldn't bear to see her child under the same roof as his father.
”Why, based on your IQ, I'm afraid you can't do it alone over here?”
Feng Xing Lang Ji will make Hetun able to 'retain' himself as a prisoner.
”That makes sense! Then I will reluctantly accept you as my prisoner!”
It wasn't Hetun's radical impulse, but in the proud and arrogant Hetun's view: Even if he really regarded Fengxinglang as a prisoner, how could he withstand him?
”Mr. Hetun is so courageous!”
Feng Xinglang praised Hetun with his hometown.
But his gaze was deep on Lin Xueluo's body, staring directly into her eyes, using his fierce eyes.
He wants to make women feel that they are doing it for their mother and son!
The eyes seemed to want to tell Lin Xueluo: leaving their mother and son, he had no love for Feng Xinglang!
Xue Luo didn't dare to look directly into Feng Xinglang's eyes, and always felt that such eyes were very horrifying.
What does this man want to do?
Really stupid to imprison Hetun? Is it just this man who came up with another plot to try to destroy Hetun?
”Old man, take Feng Xinglang to a place where the prisoner should stay!”
Hetun chuckled coldly.
He really didn't do it alone, what dare to make waves on his land!
What if he was locked up?
Can't bite him?
With a click, Xing Shiliang stuck a pair of bright handcuffs on Feng Xinglang's wrist.
Feng Xinglang did not resist, but he accepted.
And his gaze was either staring at Lin Xueluo, or his son Lin Nuo warmly.
”I didn't understand until I lost it: without your mother and son, I would have no love for Feng Xinglang!”
Either sensational or show; when the hoarse and low words overflow from Feng Xinglang's mouth, they are full of tears.
Xue Luo didn't know if this was a trick played by a man, but being able to hear these words from the man's mouth, whether it was true or not, could also move her back.
Xue Luo bit his teeth tightly, watching Feng Xinglang walked towards the small black room in the basement.
It all came so suddenly ...
Suddenly, Lin Nuo, who was only five years old, couldn't react at all: What does the phrase ‘born without love’ by his father and father Xinglang mean?