Chapter 718: She is very cooperative and quite docile (1/2)

”Well, Yifu, my dad is here ... He seems to be picking you up or picking me up!”

Seeing the angry father and mother Feng Xinglang dragging Mommy Xueluo closer to himself step by step, the little guy still had little fear.

”He won't make it up to you! If he really wants to make up ... the righteous father will make up!”

The righteous father stared intently at his biological son who approached him step by step.

That feeling seems to be close at hand, and far away. Hetun wanted to touch and hug, but he could only stop at the same place, and the young boy was deeply in his eyes, so he kept watching his own child!

He Hetun's child! He Hetun and his beloved woman Su He's child!

They are all in their thirties ... they have the handsome king style, strong physique, and the outstanding and outstanding Shencheng wealthy wealthy.

From the resentment that had been blinded by hatred to the stunned stare of He Cu, Hetun felt like he had experienced an unreal nightmare. Fortunately, this nightmare can wake up in time!

Feng Xinglang's gaze toward Hetun was still full of radon. Just under this strong violent atmosphere, there seems to be more complicated emotions hidden. Can't see clearly and can't figure it out.

”Nono, come here!”

Feng Xinglang lowered his voice. Deep, from deep in the throat.

At this moment, the little guy, like a child who did wrong, looked up instinctively at Yifu Hetun. Seems to be asking.

Hetun dismounted and carried the little boy down.

”Where is your dad calling you, go now!”

At this moment, Hetun was not sharp; instead, he chose to obey his own son's intention and let his own grandson go back to his son. Did not force his grandson, nor did he confront his son Feng Xinglang.

”Good-bye father.”

The little guy knew that today's happy horseback riding trip was about to end, he waved his hand toward Hetun, and then trot all the way to his dear Feng Xinglang and ran over.

Feng Xinglang is his own dad. Even the angry **** will recognize him.

What's more, Bastard Feng Xinglang's hand still dragged Mummy Lin Xueluo.

He won't let his own mommy bear the anger of the **** father alone!

The little guy always loves his dear mommy so flexibly. Nor did Xue Luo risk his life again and again to protect him in the stomach, and he went through hardships to give birth to the small things.

The little boy took the initiative to hold the big hand of his father Feng Xinglang.

”Feng Xinglang, don't you want to kill my dear mommy, okay? It was your dear son who clamored to come here to ride a horse. It has nothing to do with my dear mommy!”

The son's words made Xue Luo's heart twitch a little.

Feng Xinglang looked down at his child, but did not say anything reproachful. A stoop, he lifted the little guy off the ground.

”Hetun, as long as I have Fengxinglang a breath, I will give it back to you for every atrocity you commit to me! In this life, you will die, or I will die! You and I will not wear it together!”

Every sentence, every word, is like a sharp sword, pointing directly at the heart of Hetun.

Especially the sentence, 'You die, I die'! Is it true that their father and son don't share the same weather?

Perhaps it was not until this moment that Hetun realized: how wicked he had been!

Maybe in this life, you cannot get the forgiveness of your own son!

Hetun looked at his own son who was fiercely hissing quietly, and slowly fainted a bleak smile.

”Okay, I'm waiting for you!”