Chapter 633: ！ (2/2)
What if Dad Feng Xinglang goes away by himself? He is still locked in the dark room!
The safety of a bastard's dad is also more important than being able to see his mother.
”Let's talk again in a few days. I don't really miss Mom anymore.”
The little guy said a little against it. And began to bury his hands and pull the rice in the bowl to hide his guilty conscience.
”...” This little thing really looks like a villain. It's weird.
After having dinner, the little guy began to get entangled in Yifu Hetun. As long as you entangle your righteous father, presumably your father Feng Xinglang can be temporarily safe.
A pair of small slaps, asking Hetun to crackle on the back.
The lean back was covered with bruises.
Hetun has a man's fortitude, profoundness, fullness, and full of manhood.
It seems to be telling the world: He Hetun can get back today from the gunfire bullet rain.
”Yifu, are you comfortable shooting this way?”
”Comfortable ... comfortable! My family fifteen is getting filial.”
Hetun enjoyed the little slap that the little guy tossed on his back. The body is uncomfortable, but I feel really at ease.
”Father, these scars ... does it still hurt?”
The little boy pulled a deeper scar with his little hand. Already healed, but it still looks shocking.
”No pain! These are all men's medals!”
Hetun's voice was hoarse, as if he was sleeping comfortably.
An hour later, under the infection of Hetun, the little guy finally lay tired on his back and fell into a dream.
Xing Twelve carefully lifted the little guy from Hetun's back; after Hetun sat up, he put the little guy into Hetun's arms.
He Tun leaned in and kissed the little boy's red fluttering face, and gently handled the little boy's handsome black hair with his rough hands.
”Twelve, these days, you are avoiding fifteen. Don't let him see you, or the little thing will be full of energy and noise.”
It turned out that Xing Twelve was Pete Fort with Hetun.
Because some things had to be avoided in the small fifteen, Hetun let Xing twelve go into hiding in Peteburg first.
It seems that Hetun's doting on Xiaoshi has risen to a new height.
After giving the sleeping little thing to Xing Ba, Hetun slowly left the health room.
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The low sound of opening the door woke up Feng Xinglang, who had slept very shallowly.
Even if you do n’t have to turn around to see it, Feng Xinglang knows: Hetun is here.
It seemed that with the arrival of Hetun, a small cold room brought a wind of coldness.
That's the breath of death!
”I regret taking the initiative to come to your door to imprison me?”
He Tun's voice, with the proud meaning of the king's victory, ”I originally wanted to make the game longer .... Who can't wait for you so much!”
Feng Xinglang turned slowly and saw the backlit Hetun.
He couldn't see Hetun's face clearly, but only saw a tall, strong outline, dyed in the light, like Satan from hell.