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　　Chapter 593: Are you trying to play a trick?

　　Hetun wished that Feng Xinglang and Little Fifteen, this father and son pair could do it in front of them.

　　It would be best if they met face to face in battle!

　　A younger brother and sister who died before they were even born? The little guy raised his head and stared at foster father Hetun in a daze, completely confused.

　　"Your mother is once again pregnant with one of Feng Xinglang's children. It's just a pity that when your father threw away his wife and son, he was probably frightened and cruelly lost! It's very pitiful! "

　　Hetun's half-conjecture words were only to increase the hatred between Little Fifteen and his father.

　　Such behavior was truly despicable.

　　However, in order to be able to compete with Feng Xinglang, his biological father, Hetun was really going all out.

　　He even used this type of interferometer that couldn't be put on the table. And he was only five years old. Hetun had really put in a lot of effort.

　　The little guy bit his own mouth. She remembered that Feng Xinglang had told her that her mother's health was not good and that she needed to rest.

　　When Feng Xinglang came in, he saw his own biological son nestled in the Hetun's embrace, and the two of them were intimately conversing about something.

　　"Let's not talk about sorrows. Eat another piece of meat! You have to be strong in order to avenge your mother and your siblings. "

　　Hetun did not look straight at Feng Xinglang, and ignored his existence in a contemptuous manner.

　　However, with a good temper and patience, he personally fed a piece of Eastern Slope meat to foster son Xiao Wu. The little guy smacked his lips and ate happily.

　　It was fine that his own son accepted him as a father, but he actually showed him, his own father, the image of his own son?

　　Xing s.h.i.+'er really wanted to ask for an area of shadow in his heart at this moment!

　　Feng Xinglang was alone. Other than the clothes he was wearing, he did not bring a single piece of luggage.

　　To become a prisoner, one must have the att.i.tude of a prisoner.

　　At the very least, he had to be sincere.

　　"Hetun, can you return my wife and children back to me?"

　　Feng Xinglang who was being ignored, did not reveal an angry side of his body, but calmly opened his mouth and expressed that he existed.

　　"What?" What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly. Why don't you say it again? "