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　　Chapter 602: The Last Trump card of Incitement (2)

　　Xing Ba was eating breakfast, and he was eating it rather slowly.

　　He could clearly feel a small trouble approaching step by step.

　　Half of the ham was in his mouth, while the other half had almost entered his throat. Xing Ba forcefully swallowed the food in his mouth.

　　It didn't feel good.

　　Enjoying delicacies and filling one's stomach mechanically were two completely different mental states.

　　"Ol'eighth, open the door. I forgot my fairy tale book in the bas.e.m.e.nt."

　　The little guy's voice had a hint of coquettishness to it. This time, it did not have the stern tone of a fox pretending to be strong.

　　"Fifteenth, you have to know that although foster father is not at home, he will always have other ways of knowing what happened at home."

　　Xing Ba's voice was very low. It was so low that only the person close to him, Little Fifteen, could hear it clearly.

　　"Can't you just tell your foster father?" the little guy retorted.

　　Xing Ba sighed as he shook his head, "I don't believe in anyone, he only believes in his own eyes!"

　　Looks like the little fellow still doesn't understand.

　　In fact, the Hetun was playing a last resort with Feng Xinglang.

　　Hetun wanted to see if this foster father of his, Feng Xinglang, could beat his own father!

　　And Feng Xinglang also seemed to be making this kind of game with the Hetun:

　　After all, blood is thicker than water kins.h.i.+p finally saved their fatherly affection;

　　Or could it be that Hetun, the foster father, was a better person in his son's heart?

　　Therefore, Hetun allowed this little fellow to develop feelings for Feng Xinglang through his father.

　　If it could develop to an uncontrollable degree, it would only bring about a disaster of annihilation for Feng Xinglang.

　　And for Xueluo and her son, the future would not be too good either.

　　"Nuonuo, don't pester your eighth brother. Go back to your study and wait for your teacher. Teacher is about to arrive. "

　　Xueluo could still understand Xing Ba's words: "I don't trust anyone, he only believes in his own eyes."

　　On the surface, the Hetun was indifferent, but he would use many different ways to listen in on this family.

　　After lunch, Xueluo sent his teacher off.

　　Linnuo had also entangled himself with Xing Ba.

　　Looking at the little guy's bulging pockets, Xing Ba frowned: "Does this dad's charm really seem to be as magical as the legends say?"

　　How was this getting back his fairy tale book? He was clearly trying to get into the bas.e.m.e.nt to give Feng Xinglang that b.a.s.t.a.r.d's dad food!