Chapter 774: Punish you for an hour (1/2)

”Nuo Nuo, Mommy's dear son, let Mommy hug her.”

Because he did not pick up his son Lin Nuo from school, Xue Luo immediately came forward.

”Mummy, you didn't pick up your dear son today! You are not allowed to hold me for an hour!”

The little guy was petting and arrogant.

In fact, Xue Luo was really grieved: if it wasn't for Feng Xinglang entangled her to keep her away, how could she not go to the kindergarten to pick up her 5-year-old son.

But Xue Luo was not very convenient to explain to his son Lin Nuo. Because the little one promised to go to work in the morning.

But the result was: This day's class was in the arms of a man named Feng Xinglang!

”Don't do it! Mommy didn't do it on purpose ... Mommy knew it was wrong ... Let my mom hug her son!”

Xue Luo satisfied his son Xiaojiao and kept courting.

”All right, forgive you!”

The little guy then let go of his high-profile little gesture, and couldn't wait to plop into the warm embrace of Mommy, and felt the tenderness of Mommy in front of Snowfall.

This little thing ... I am so anxious that I don't know what his last name is?

Feng Xinglang sighed first, but then his eyebrows twisted slightly: It seems that the little guy doesn't have a certain name yet!

Especially this surname ...

Last name Lin? Last name? Still surname ...

Seeing that his son was carrying a small schoolbag all the time, Xue Luo reached out and tried to take the small thing off his shoulder; but the small thing jumped away immediately and rushed towards his sick father, Feng Xinglang. Three times, five times, two, tore off the small schoolbag on the back and directly fell on the sickness.

”Nuo Nuo, don't leave schoolbags in a mess, Mommy will help you keep them.”

”No need! It's great to put here!”

The little boy grunted and climbed up to his back, leaning his little schoolbag behind him.

”Mum, pour water for my son, my son is delicious!”

A word from the little boy stopped Xue Luo who came up and tried to take away the small schoolbag; while Mummy Xueluo turned around, the little boy immediately found out the picture paper from the small schoolbag and hid it in the father Feng Xinglang's quilt.

”Dear son, this way of taking care of yourself and giving it away, my dad loves it!”

Feng Xinglang actively climbed up his uncle's son and hugged it in his arms, using his beard that he hadn't taken care of for two days to tie the little and tender little soft face.

At the same time, he also felt the paper stuffing small things in his quilt. I don't want to let Mommy see it.

Without opportunity, create it.

Xue Luo had been in the ward, so the father and son thought of the toilet together.

Feng Xinglang got up first and went into the bathroom; the child Lin Nuo folded the picture paper in his pocket, and then went down.

”Nono, wait for a while, your dad is in there.”

”Can't wait ... Anyway, I look like my dad, that's okay.”

The little guy rushed in, but Xue Luo couldn't stop trying to stop it.

Feng Xinglang had just finished running the mountain and was pulling the zipper.

The little guy glanced at him and narrowed his nose. ”Feng Xinglang, you're a shame.”

”What's wrong, what's your dissatisfaction with your dad?” Feng Xinglang smiled, smiling brightly, ”Why shame?”

”A shame anyway! I have no face to be your own son again!” The little guy hummed dissatisfied.

While opening the faucet, while locking the bathroom door, Feng Xinglang whispered, ”Dear son, do you have a whisper to tell your dad?”

”Now,” the little guy took out the picture paper from his pocket, ”Here you are! Your PP has been seen!”