Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me

Because Yuan Duoduo had left for the Bai\'s mansion, Xueluo brought his son Linnuo back to live at his uncle\'s house.

To be honest, Xia Family in this kind of situation was extremely depressing. It was not suitable for a five-year-old boy to live in. But Xueluo could not think of where else he could bring his son, Linnuo, to.

The price of housing in Shen City was so high that people would grind their teeth in anger; even the rent had risen along with it. He couldn\'t afford his own little bit of salary.

Furthermore, even if they lived in the Xia Family, there would still be people from the Xia Family who would stop Feng Xinglang; if they both lived alone, wouldn\'t Feng Xinglang be even more reckless?

Even if he was really divorced from Feng Xinglang, Xueluo\'s heart would never truly be able to calm down.

Feng Xinglang\'s pursuit made her heart throb; however, she was still unable to relax and boldly love him.

She knew she wasn\'t being hypocritical. She had a nagging feeling that there was some kind of unsurpassable gouge between her and Feng Xinglang.

Let\'s take Lan Youyou for example … Xueluo still did not dare to face her head on!

Perhaps it wasn\'t because he didn\'t dare, but because he didn\'t want himself and his child to suffer the pain of reincarnation again. Thus, she could only avoid it.

"Dear Mommy, do you want me to be your father?"

The little guy that washed her white hair entered into the arms of Mommy Xueluo, coquettishly wrapped around her neck, and rubbed against Xue Mi\'s body out of habit.

"Not at all! What do I think he\'s doing! "

Xueluo stopped his wild thoughts and pulled his son Linnuo away from his chest a little, "Nuonuo is a big child, you can\'t kiss Mommy like this anymore, understand?"

The little guy stopped rubbing around randomly but still continued to hug Xueluo\'s neck, nestling against her.

"Mommy, Little Bundle has been pestering Daddy for an entire day today …"

The little fellow\'s voice was listless, as if carrying a little dissatisfaction.

Xueluo was slightly startled, "You\'re saying that you spend an entire day with your father? How do you know? Did you skip school again? "

"Of course not! Your own son is good now! "It was one of them telling me with a smack of their own …"

The little guy sat up straight and let out a soft sigh. "In the afternoon, when school was being dismissed, I went to the kindergarten with the bastard\'s dad to pick me up from school."

Xueluo was silent. It seemed like he did not expect Feng Xinglang to have the time and experience to continue being coiled up for an entire day.

"Nuonuo, you are my son, which is also your sister. It is within reason that your father loves her. "What\'s more, aren\'t I younger than you, Little Sister Yuan?"

Xueluo used the correct posture to guide his son\'s little jealousy and dissatisfaction.

"Forget it..." Scoundrel, occasionally loving another person\'s child is permissible! I\'m not that petty! "

The little guy arrogantly raised his eyebrows, looking like a little gentleman. However, he could still smell traces of jealousy.

"That\'s right! My family\'s Nuonuo is the most obedient, most sensible! "

Xueluo hugged his son Linnuo and kissed the little fellow\'s cheeks as if he was complimenting it.

"Sigh... Bastard, if dad doesn\'t come back to sleep tonight, I\'ll miss him a little! Mommy, do you want me to be your dad? "

The little guy kept rolling around in the blanket, not feeling sleepy at all.

"Mommy doesn\'t want to! Be good and go to sleep! We still have to go to school tomorrow! "

"But there\'s no such thing as a bastard\'s biological father … Nuonuo can\'t sleep! "

"Little friend Linnuo, you are being unreasonable, aren\'t you? I didn\'t even see your father in the arms of the Pater Castle\'s bastards and you haven\'t slept at all! "

Xueluo gently rebuked his son who kept tossing and turning over and over again because he did not want to get a good night\'s sleep.

"It\'s not the same … To be coaxed to sleep by the bastard\'s father, I feel exceptionally good... "

"What\'s so good about it? Tell me!" Mommy has coaxed you for so many years, you don\'t feel anything anymore, do you? "

"Mommy, did you get jealous of your bastard\'s dad again?"

The little guy once again slipped into Xueluo\'s embrace, slapping left and right on the ground, "Mommy, don\'t … Nuonuo loves to kiss her mother the most! "

It was also his favorite!

This little thing was becoming more and more glib. He was becoming more and more like a healthy child.

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A Volkswagen jeep followed Feng Xinglang\'s Bentley slowly.

Seeing that Bentley finally drove into Night Villa, the people in the car frowned slightly. "This kid already has a wife and children, why are you still messing around in this place!"

The one talking to himself was a middle-aged man with a robust and vigorous build.

The hatred in his heart was swept away and when Hetun looked at Feng Xinglang again, his deep eyes were filled with love.

No matter how he looked at it, why did he find Feng Xinglang so pleasing to the eye.

His son, Xing Mu, should be like this: not only was he strong and handsome, he also had the air of a king.

"This kid looks like his mother, but his spirit is similar to mine!"

Hetun mumbled to himself as he stared at Feng Xinglang who was getting off the Bentley. He was filled with deep love.

This transformation was truly earth-shaking. The current Hetun was like a completely different person compared to the Hetun from two months ago.

When Feng Xinglang left Pater Castle, he burned his mother\'s wax statue, but Hetun repented for an entire month inside the burnt sacrifice room. A month later, Hetun decided to come to Shen City to correct her mistakes …

Regarding foster father Hetun\'s mutterings, Xing Shi\'er could not interject. Even if he could interrupt them, he didn\'t know what to say to foster father Hetun. However, he was very clear that at this moment, Hetun had slowly returned to the path of a \'suitor\', a rational being!

When his mind was free, Xing Shi\'er would inevitably think about a very realistic question:

If Feng Xinglang knew that foster father Hetun was his father, what kind of shocked expression would he have?

Accept? Or refuse?

With regards to the foster father Hetun, who felt that he was a good person, Xing Shi\'er was worried.

If Feng Xinglang were to fight to the death, the foster father Hetun would probably not fight back. Then wouldn\'t it just be a matter of minutes for Feng Xinglang to kill the foster father Hetun?

When that time came, would he, the bodyguard, make a move or not?

Let\'s make our move, we\'re afraid of hurting foster father Hetun\'s only son; if we don\'t make a move, we\'re also afraid that foster father Hetun would be destroyed by our only son … It seemed like this matter was getting more and more difficult!

Xing Shi\'er had fought with Feng Xinglang before, so Feng Xinglang should not be his match in terms of martial arts; That\'s hard to say!

If Feng Xinglang truly wanted to use this scheme to kill foster father Hetun, and the foster father Hetun didn\'t resist … That was something that no one could stop!

"Give me a call to fifteen …" I miss that little thing! "

Seeing things makes one think of others; Hetun is seeing his own son, but can only think of his own grandson!

"Right now?"

"En!"