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　　Chapter 445: Infinite Grat.i.tude, Infinite Enrichment

　　Feng Xinglang looked through the window of the car.

　　Little Linnuo, who was sitting in the front pa.s.senger seat, hugged Xing s.h.i.+'er's waist, which was facing the little girl, tightly. He buried his head and face in Xing s.h.i.+'er's chest, not wanting to be seen by Feng Xinglang, and was also unwilling to look at Feng Xinglang.

　　"Unshy, unshy, and won't laugh at little big brother."

　　The little cutie continuously shook her chubby little face, trying her best to show her friendliness to little friend Linnuo.

　　Feng Xinglang raised his hand to look at the time, and pulled Feng Tuantuan, who had been hoping to communicate with his little brother, into his embrace.

　　"Man, it's getting late. We have to go to the rehab center to pick up Big Papa for dinner."

　　"Goodbye little big brother!" "They're going to pick up the big papa!"

　　The little milk baby reluctantly said goodbye to little Linnuo who was in the car hugging Xing s.h.i.+'er tightly.

　　"Little girl, if fate wills it, we will meet again."

　　Xing s.h.i.+'er activated his Audi, and then left. It was because he felt the little thing in his arms was already trembling slightly.

　　In fact, the phrase 'if fate wills us to meet again' was still very meaningful. Because Xing s.h.i.+'er knew that it wouldn't be for long before he met Feng Xinglang again. Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow.

　　"Alright, don't be shy. We've already left. "

　　They thought that Little Fifteen was crying in their arms, but when Xing s.h.i.+'er let go of their embrace, they did not see Linnuo crying bitterly.

　　Instead, it was a quiet, worried, and silent little fellow who seemed to be made of gold.

　　"Didn't you just say that you're hungry? These two bags of chicken wings, you can eat first."

　　Thus, Xing s.h.i.+'er changed the topic.

　　"You've lost it. I don't want to eat it. "

　　After all, she was only five years old. If you're not happy, then you're not happy. If you're angry, then you're angry.

　　"What did you throw it for? What a waste!" At least it was your half-sister's kind intentions! She likes you so much, why don't you talk to her? Not a gentleman at all! "

　　Even though he knew that it wasn't appropriate to be playing with the depressed Little Fifteen, Xing s.h.i.+'er still blurted out everything he wanted to say without hesitation. He didn't care whether the little guy liked it or not, and he didn't want to hear it either.

　　He thought that the little guy would get angry from embarra.s.sment, and use the foster father Hetun as a fox to show off his might.