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　　Chapter 594: Pleasant accents

　　Xueluo paced back and forth anxiously in his room.

　　What was wrong with him now?

　　He was using facts to express: Was he still unable to let that man go?

　　Lin Xueluo! Can't you be so cheap?

　　You've already cut off all ties with that man, what do you need to be so nervous about that man for? Scoundrel!

　　The scissors kept cutting at it, but it was still messy! Xueluo was no longer able to calm his heart!

　　Just as she was about to lie down and force herself to sleep, the sound of the door knocking disrupted Xueluo's calm mind.

　　"Kiss Mommy, open the door, it's your own son."

　　His son, Linnuo, called out from outside the door.

　　Under normal circ.u.mstances, Xueluo who had returned to his room would lock his own room. After all, the Hetun and his group of foster son were all burly men, it was necessary for them to be on guard.

　　Fortunately, Hetun wasn't one of those despicable men. He practically never felt sorry for a little girl like Xueluo. It could be considered the style of a tyrant from the previous generation.

　　Perhaps in the Hetun's eyes, Xueluo was just a bottle nanny of foster son 15, after Little Fifteen weaned, he would be gone.

　　Of course, if Lin Xueluo could bring Little Fifteen back to his Hetun's side, he would also give her a bite to eat.

　　Furthermore, under normal circ.u.mstances, Xueluo would reduce the sense of his own existence to the minimum. Almost no one took the initiative to appear in front of Hetun and his foster son.

　　"Nuonuo."

　　After opening the door, Xueluo was especially sentimental as she directly hugged her son into her embrace.

　　After the mother and son became warm for a while, Xueluo asked: "Why didn't I go to sleep with your foster father tonight?"

　　"Nuonuo wants to sleep with his mother!"

　　The little fellow answered Xueluo's question while gasping for breath, and climbed up.

　　Xueluo did not continue to inquire about this topic. Instead, he followed his son and climbed up the bed, snuggling up to his side as he laid down.

　　He gently caressed his son's plump little face: his long eyelashes, his limpid eyes that were almost pure, his straight nose, and his cold yet distinct lips.

　　Alright, Linnuo, the handsome son that just came back, was even more similar to that man.

　　The little guy played with the ancient b.u.t.tons on Xueluo's pajamas, and rubbed his head in front of Xueluo from time to time, as if he was asking for his love.