Xueluo met her husband's hungry gaze and calmly replied word by word:

　　"Feng Xinglang, if you think that letting Little Worm enjoy his life is a form of humiliation towards you, then it's just humiliation!"

　　Finished, Xueluo turned and walked towards the stairs. He really didn't want to say another word to this man who had lost his mind.

　　"Lin Xueluo, what's with your att.i.tude?!"

　　Feng Xinglang strode forward and grabbed his wife's wrist.

　　Xueluo turned around, and quietly stared at his angry husband, and asked: What, do you want to beat me up again?

　　Seeing that Xueluo was about to be beaten up, Mo Ranran was just about to stand up and persuade him, but he was stopped by his father.

　　Because Butler Mo knew that Second Young Master was a person who knew his limits. He would not hit his wife.

　　"I can't!" I can't accept this! "

　　Feng Lixin immediately rushed forward, and placed himself right between his brother and his wife, "A gentleman doesn't want to make a move, Xinglang, calm down first!"

　　"Lin Xueluo, I'm spoiling you too much!" Feng Xinglang said in a low voice.

　　After pulling his wrist from the man's bosom, Xueluo walked upstairs without looking back.

　　She knew that no matter how angry a man was, he wouldn't hit her. Because he knew that as soon as he made a move, it would be over for them!

　　Being angry was being angry, but being angry was being really doting on her, Lin Xueluo, for the past few years.

　　But for the sake of her youngest son's happiness, she had to persevere! If he had a better way, Xueluo would not send his younger son to be raised by Cong Gang.

　　She thought: When the young son's language barrier and sensitivity to the world is over!

　　"Xinglang, Xinglang, calm down …. "Calm down!" Feng Lixin helped his brother calm down.

　　"Calm down? Would you be able to calm down if you sent your son to another man to raise him? "

　　Since he had no way to pamper his wife, Feng Xinglang could only go for revenge.

　　"Xiao Budian is just going out with Cong Gang for a few days, it's not like he won't be back! Didn't we play for more than a month last time!? "

　　What Feng Lixin wanted to add was: I didn't see you in a hurry back then either!

　　"Then when she, Lin Xueluo makes her decision, shouldn't she discuss it with me, her husband?!"

　　Feng Xinglang gasped, "This woman is going to be lawless soon!"

　　"Yes, yes, yes, Xueluo should have first discussed this with you, her husband … Aren't I afraid that you'll disagree!? "

　　Feng Lixin displayed his peacefulness off to the side and comforted both sides.

　　"Let him hide my son! I'll burn his haunted house!" Feng Xinglang hissed as he walked towards the door of the hall.

　　"Xinglang, Xinglang, don't be ras.h.!.+ Even if you burn down Cong Gang's house, it would be useless! Perhaps he had already taken the little bug abroad to play! With Cong Gang here, the little insect would definitely be safe! Furthermore, the little bug likes Cong Gang so much … "

　　Feng Lixin tried to reason with him and change his mind, "Think about the messy childhood you had when you were young … As a father, you should be magnanimous and let Buggy have a happy childhood! "

　　Feng Xinglang stopped in his tracks, raised his head and looked at the dark sky: "Does this mean I want to be the second Feng Yishan?"

　　Of course not! Because he loved his youngest son dearly!

　　How could that old devil Feng Yishan be compared to his kind father!

　　"Oh, my dear uncle, my dear father is actually trying to make brother Buggy happy in his childhood! It's just that he doesn't feel like he has the face of a father anymore! " Feng Linnuo said as if he had hit the nail on the head.

　　The words of his eldest son truly made Feng Xinglang angry from embarra.s.sment!

　　"Brat, you seem to be quite capable?"

　　Feng Xinglang glared at his eldest son, "I'll give you a chance to make up for your past deeds: Hurry up and go upstairs to comfort your mother! By the way, where did the dead bug take your brother? "

　　"Humph!" You're the one who p.i.s.sed Mommy off. Why would you want me to comfort you? Is there something you need from me? "

　　It really was like a dragon being born. The little guy's words were getting better and better. The odds of winning against his father were getting higher and higher.

　　"I beg you? Hehe! I'm ordering you! "

　　Feng Xinglang took out his dignity as a father, "You have two choices: Go and comfort your mother, and ask about your brother's whereabouts; or … I'll tell you about your fight at school and how you called your parents! "

　　"b.a.s.t.a.r.d, blood father, you're threatening me, a minor child! What kind of hero is he?! Humph! I despise you! "