Chapter 790: Its not worrying! (1/2)
Unfamiliar surroundings made Feng Xinglang Yingting's eyebrows slightly frowned.
He glanced at the light shining through the curtains. Is he asleep? How long did you sleep again?
Nono? Snow fell ... his child, his woman!
Feng Xinglang got up from the warm puppet and stepped on it with one foot, still feeling weak and weak, only one puppet stabilized his body.
”Nono ... Nono ...”
While calling for his son Lin Nuo, Feng Xinglang stumbled towards the door.
In the living room, Xing Shiren was sitting quietly with his father, He Tun.
In front of Hetun was a row of kung fu tea sets, as if to cultivate self-cultivation, and to wait for Feng Xinglang to wake up in order to pass the time.
Seeing Xing Xinglang rushing into the living room, Xing Shiliang jumped up immediately and stood in front of Yifu Hetun.
”Where is Nono?”
Feng Xinglang asked in a low hissing voice.
”Nuo Nuo is sleeping in the eighth room.” He Tun stood up and answered Feng Xinglang.
”Where?”
Feng Xinglang asked again. Throughout, he didn't go straight to Hetun. Also too lazy to talk to him one more word!
”Turn right downstairs to the second room, at the entrance to the underground garage.”
Seeing Feng Xinglang's face was cold, and he was really not polite, Xing Shiliang took the conversation. Presumably he did not answer, and Yifu Hetun would answer.
Xing Ba just got up when Feng Xinglang rushed in. Because the little guy kept scratching his neck, he accompanied the little guy to sleep for a little longer.
”Nono ...”
Feng Xinglang lowered his voice and murmured.
Because the night was too late, the little guy slept soundly, with a short leg resting on the quilt, like a big koala.
Feng Xinglang did not wake up the little thing, but carefully carried him from his **** into his own arms.
”Let him sleep! It will be more comfortable!”
It took me a night to accompany me, but in fact Xing Ba was no less fond of small things than Xing Twelve.
Feng Xinglang ignored Xing Ba's words, and hugged his son Lin Nuo and turned away.
Crossing the corridor and then passing through the living room, Feng Xinglang didn't stay for a second, and under the watchful eyes of Hetun, he took the little guy away with ease!
The reason why he didn't stop was not only because Feng Xinglang was Hetun's own child, but also because Feng Xinglang was the biological father of Xiaoshi.
Hetun could not get close to his own son; he had to let his own grandson approach his own dad.
The super run started and whistled back in the direction of Qibei Mountain City.
The father and son both stepped back in the morning light.
”Mr. Feng, did you find your wife? Give me the young master.”
Song Ying greeted him and wanted to take the sleeping Lin Nuo from Fengxing Langhuai.
”No, I'll do it myself.”
Feng Xinglang kissed and kissed the little boy's sleepy red face tenderly, until the little boy opened his sleepy eyes.
He lifted his head from Feng Xinglang's shoulders and looked around at the figure of Mummy Xueluo.
”Feng Xinglang, why are we back? My mommy?”
”She will come back by herself!”
Feng Xinglang stopped the glare of the sun with his palm.
”I don't! You haven't found Mommy, why are you back! I'm going to find my Mommy!”