Chapter 1106: Dear, you are so ugly! (1/2)

The child Lin Nuo knelt for a while, then began to twist his small body;

His knees facing the hard floor for a long time really made him feel uncomfortable. And looking up, I still saw the old lady in the frame from time to time. Not too old, but early sorrow with white hair.

Seeing that his own dad and dear mommy were on their knees, the little guy didn't seem to want to stand up alone, so he sat half kneeling. To reduce discomfort at the knees.

There are cameras in this hall; there are more than one.

The guard who was guarding was not too embarrassed. Lin Nuo's kneeling posture was not so standard, after all, he was just a child. Moreover, the repeated noises in the spiritual hall scolded the little guy, and it seemed that he was not respectful to the dead.

”Mum, when can we get up for dinner?”

Lin Nuo's baby's belly was cooing hungry.

”Nono is hungry?”

Snow fell, leaning on an arm, holding the little guy in his arms.

”Not very hungry ... just a little bit hungry.”

The children of Lin Nuo can also realize that even the arrogant relative, Feng Xinglang, knelt down on weekdays. The major general should be very interested. He didn't want to bother mom and dad.

”Nuonuo, how about you? Let's wait a little while, they will give us food.”

Xue Luo certainly distressed his child. It's been less than half an hour just now. If you ask them to eat now, the possibility of being rejected is too great.

”Okay, then we'll wait.”

Lin Nuo nodded obediently. Then he looked at his own father, Feng Xinglang.

Feng Xinglang has been silent. It looks like you're thinking about something, or calculating time or something.

”Daddy, are you hungry?”

There are relatives and mothers around, and Lin Nuo's children arrive safely. I just don't like this too quiet and weird environment.

The little guy didn't know: the carved black box contained the ashes of the mother.

”Is my son hungry?”

Feng Xinglang returned to his thoughts, lovingly caressing his son's small head.

The little guy glanced over at Mommy and shook his head. ”My son isn't hungry.” He didn't want Mommy to hurt him.

In fact, when Feng Xinglang asked the little guy if he was hungry, he was already hungry. After being beaten for a while, I drank a few sips of water during these twenty hours.

Feng Xinglang saw the offerings on the counter: a plate of pastries and a plate of apples.

Feng Xinglang was silent for a few seconds, then he ran forward and took an apple from the fruit plate.

Before Xueluo had time to stop, Feng Xinglang took a long bite on the apple, which should be biting the peel for his son Nono.

After three or two sips, most of the peel of the apple was sealed by the line. Hungry, he didn't want to spit out the peel in his mouth and swallowed directly. Anyway, I can still hungry and moisturize my mouth.

”Well, it's sweet. Be good son, eat quietly, don't bring in the bad guys. Understand?”

Lin Nuo nodded again and again, cuddling an apple that had been snared away by his dad, and hummed, ”Daddy, you are so ugly!”

”Okay, when we get home, your dad will bite you nicely!”

Even in prison, Feng Xinglang was able to make fun in front of his wife and children.

The little boy hugged the potty apple and bit it in a sip. He listened to the words of his relatives Feng Xinglang, trying not to make a loud noise.

”Mum, take a bite, too.”

The little guy feels the most distress is the kiss of my mum, Lin Xue.

”You eat, Mommy is not hungry. Be good, whisper a little.”

Snow fell on thinking: Aunt Fang, who had always been kind, would not account for a child eating her sacrifice.

The child Lin Nuo bit his mouth twice, and then sent the apple slice in his mouth to Mum's mouth ...