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　　Chapter 583: Is it appropriate for you to be so disobedient to your own father?

　　Xueluo was nearly struck dumb by this man's sudden frivolity!

　　Judging from her eyes that wanted to love but did not dare to love and were filled with tears, she did need this!

　　How could a woman who had once longed for love not need this? However, Xueluo, whose body was covered with wounds, clearly could not love him anymore!

　　The four eyes looked at each other in a picturesque way.

　　The emotion that flowed in the man's eyes was like a deep ocean, drowning Xueluo to death. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't struggle.

　　A warm moment was always so short.

　　At the same time, Feng Xinglang lowered his head and kissed the woman's lips a second time.

　　"Bang, bang!" With a loud noise, a tube that was unloaded from the vacuum cleaner fiercely smashed onto Feng Xinglang's back.

　　It was so painful that it did not hurt, but it really scared Xueluo and the man who was about to kiss in the cage back then!

　　The romantic feelings were suddenly gone!

　　Maybe because he was too engrossed, Feng Xinglang did not notice the small electric light bulb behind him.

　　"b.a.s.t.a.r.d!" You're not allowed to kiss my mommy! Mommy is mine! "

　　The little guy raised the vacuum cleaner pipe in his hand and spoke in a righteous tone.

　　Due to the difference in height, the little guy who wanted to smash Feng Xinglang on the head only smashed his own father's back in the end.

　　"b.a.s.t.a.r.d, you dare to sneak attack your father? Which one of your eyes saw me sneaking a kiss on your mommy? I am openly kissing! "

　　Feng Xinglang acted as if he did not care about the humiliation, but as if he was proud of being a scoundrel.

　　"I saw it with both my eyes!" You're just secretly kissing my mommy! Feng Xinglang, you perverted wolf! "

　　The little guy raised the vacuum cleaner pipe in his hand and once again threw it at Feng Xinglang. But he was easily stopped by Feng Xinglang.

　　This s.h.i.+tty thing really wasn't as good as his crossbow!

　　"Try smas.h.i.+ng your dad again?" Is the skin itchy? You're looking for a beating! "

　　Feng Xinglang just wanted to scare his extremely unfriendly son. He was even more anxious to correct the little guy's prejudice against him.

　　Reaching out his long arm to scoop up the small, rebellious thing, the little guy saw that the situation was not good and immediately dropped the pole in his hand and began to wander around the living room, jumping up and down with it.

　　Although this method of parenting was tiring, Feng Xinglang was still not tired. It was better than the little guy ignoring him with a cold expression.