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　　Chapter 697: What can you do about it?

　　Feng Xinglang's handsome face was stunned at first, but soon after, a doting smile appeared on his face.

　　"Little thing... You win! "

　　Feng Xinglang bent over and once again carried his son Linnuo. Under his symbolic little act of struggling, he tightly hugged him in his embrace. His love for this little thing had already sunk deep into his bones.

　　"Don't hug me! And don't kiss me! Otherwise, I'll call the police! "

　　Although the little guy on the body had already fallen, but on the mouth, little friend Linnuo still talked about conditions with his father, Feng Xinglang.

　　"Daddy hugged and kissed you, and you're still calling the police?"

　　Feng Xinglang intentionally provoked and kissed the little guy's chubby cheeks a few times, "I did, what can you do?"

　　The father and son duo clashed once again.

　　The little guy was vicious. He hurriedly used his own forehead to clash with his father's chin and nose …

　　This little bit of pain was completely tolerable to Feng Xinglang; he was only worried that the little guy's forehead would be hurt from his chin colliding.

　　"Alright, alright, isn't that just an apology? Just apologize to your mother. "

　　In the end, Feng Xinglang compromised under his son's temper, Xiao Li.

　　In a serious matter, Feng Xinglang walked over to Xueluo with his son in his arms, and slightly bowed.

　　"The child is his own mother. The child is his own father apologizing to you. I shouldn't have been so fierce to you that day … "

　　When Feng Xinglang called out 'the child's mother', Xueluo's heart was startled. No matter how you looked at it, this form of address sounded very familiar.

　　Seeing that Xueluo did not answer her, Feng Xinglang continued to speak, "You know, I have lacked love since I was young, so I especially cherish my own son! Watching you eat that stuff. In a moment of impulse, his temper flared up. I apologize once again … "

　　"Enough, Feng Xinglang, stop talking. "I was also wrong..."

　　The man's words made Xueluo's heart ache. He had beaten him up and scolded him. What else could he do?

　　Thinking about how he had slapped Feng Xinglang in front of his son last night, Xueluo felt quite uncomfortable.

　　In the past two days, she had been blaming herself for her actions. Feng Xinglang was Nuonuo's father so it was natural for him to educate his child.