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　　Chapter 800

　　"Feng Xinglang, your face hasn't even touched hers, how do you know Mommy doesn't appreciate your kindness? Besides, my mommy's PP isn't cold at all! "

　　A little fellow who was only five years old, facing his father's words, was still unable to comprehend the profound meaning behind them.

　　The little guy felt that: Mommy's Xueluo's embrace was forever the warmest.

　　Feng Xinglang only smiled faintly and did not continue to explain things to her son. She wrapped her arms around the little guy's small body and gently kissed his forehead.

　　That deep love was obvious.

　　Feng Xinglang really doted on his hard-earned son in his arms.

　　He frowned slightly as he couldn't help but think about the woman who was trying to give birth to this son of his that was difficult to get by with her …

　　After suffering so much, it was only right to be coy with him.

　　It was no wonder that his son was always so treasured by his mother!

　　Xueluo, this mother of his, was worthy of his love and care! This little guy's life was too difficult!

　　"Fine, daddy will listen to Nuonuo. No matter how difficult it is, you will always take the initiative to pursue and make love to your mother, never stopping! "

　　Perhaps it was due to his son's pestering, or perhaps it was due to his own comprehensions, Feng Xinglang deeply realized: This woman was worthy of him spoiling her!

　　"Feng Xinglang, you're the one who is more like a man!"

　　Little friend Linnuo was not stingy at all as he kissed her father on the cheek. The father and son hugged each other and laughed at the same time.

　　Xing s.h.i.+'er waited at the entrance of the Shallow Water Bay and watched the father-son pair in the carriage through the half-opened window.

　　Alright, the love of a true father can never be replaced by anyone.

　　Therefore, it wasn't strange that the little fellow would laugh in such an innocent and unbridled manner.

　　"Then come in with me! The dishes made by the foster father's cook are really delicious! "

　　The little guy hung around Feng Xinglang's neck.

　　"That won't do …. The moment I saw your foster father … "

　　As if he felt that this form of address made people panic, Feng Xinglang changed his words: "As soon as I see Hetun, I want to beat him to death!"

　　The little guy twitched his mouth. He had personally witnessed how his father, Feng Xinglang, had been beaten up so badly by the foster father Hetun.

　　Therefore, it was understandable for her father Feng Xinglang to hate the foster father Hetun.

　　"Alright then!" Good night, Feng Xinglang! "

　　The little guy reluctantly gave his father a smack on the cheek before moving his little body to climb out of the car.