One second to remember [Brushstroke Pavilion] [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]

　　Chapter 1006 - Love of Her

　　Hetun, who had left the hospital in the afternoon, waited until night after hearing from Fifteen that his father would come in the evening.

　　He only wanted to see his son and say a few words to him.

　　"Ah Lang, you're here?"

　　When their son, Hetun, finally loosened her tightly knitted eyebrows and asked gently and lovingly, "Have you eaten? I had the Old Five bring us dinner, why don't you accompany Fifteen and Xueluo to eat? "

　　Feng Xinglang did not respond to Hetun's question, but walked straight into the sickroom.

　　"b.a.s.t.a.r.d Feng Xinglang, why are you still here? Mommy and I will ignore you! "

　　At the door of the ward, the little guy used his small body to block his father, Feng Xinglang, from coming in.

　　Feng Xinglang raised his long arm, and the little thing was lifted up high, "You're showing no respect to your father again?!"

　　Feng Xinglang lightly pinched her son's soft and extremely elastic thigh, "Guess your father is truly not willing to part with your little pimp?"

　　"Is the Great Witch dead? If you're not dead yet, don't come see me and my mommy! "

　　The little fellow shouted loudly. The amount of pus.h.i.+ng and struggling seemed to be great, but it also seemed to be filled with the reluctance to part from his own father.

　　The little thing was always so angry with her for not fighting, but it also loved her.

　　"Daddy doesn't have the ability to kill whoever he wants! That's the job of the police uncles! "

　　Feng Xinglang fiercely kissed the little fellow on the cheek, and then sucked out a pink mouth.

　　"Then don't kiss me!"

　　The little guy pretended to be disgusted and used his little hands to wipe the spot where his father had just kissed him.

　　"Really?"

　　"No!" "No!"

　　The little fellow stressed in anger.

　　"Alright …" Feng Xinglang dragged his voice, "If you don't want to kiss, then don't! It's not like there's no one that's friendly with my father! "

　　Feng Xinglang placed the little fellow back on the ground and walked over to Xueluo who was quietly lying on the sickbed.

　　The woman lowered her head and did not look at Feng Xinglang's concerned and handsome face.

　　"Your son will not allow you to be with him … "Don't you have a wife to kiss?"

　　Feng Xinglang leaned over, and slowly kissed Xueluo's cheek.

　　To be honest, Xueluo had clearly wanted to resist at that time, and had sufficient time to do so.

　　However, the woman seemed to have forgotten to resist …