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

　　Two days later, Hetun's private jet arrived at Shen City.

　　Linnuo's little friend was always in Hetun's arms. It was as if he wanted to show off to his father and mother: It's fine if you don't love me, but I still have a foster father who loves me the most!

　　During the ten-odd hours of travel, Hetun had a smiling and resolute face the entire time. It seemed that her mood was not affected by the Little Black room being locked up two days ago.

　　From time to time, he would glance at his son, Xing Lang, while they were intimate.

　　Feng Xinglang kept quiet throughout the journey. He was thinking about some things, and some things too.

　　For example, this luxurious private jet didn't just show the wealth and grandeur of Hetun, it also showed his ill.u.s.trious ident.i.ty and status. Even if he had the intention to set up a private plane, he wouldn't be able to fly out of the country as he pleased.

　　Since the possibility of his son paying attention to him was not high, Hetun started to chat with Lin Xueluo, the daughter-in-law that was easy to talk to.

　　"Xueluo, fifteen is almost seven, you and Ah Lang should hurry up and add a little brother or sister to Fifteen. Just fifteen, no one will be able to spoil him! "

　　"..." It was another difficult topic to talk about.

　　Xueluo, who was currently reading, felt embarra.s.sed, and her cheeks blushed a little: Your own son is obviously here, why did you have to tell her?

　　Xueluo looked at Feng Xinglang; Feng Xinglang had always been looking out of the porthole at the faintly discernable clouds.

　　"With that narrow-minded grandson of yours, even if he were to be pampered by tens of thousands, it would still not be enough for him! If he added a younger brother or a younger sister to please him … Isn't he going to cause a ruckus? "

　　Seeing that the man did not say anything, Xueluo could only bite the bullet and answer the Hetun.

　　"Fifteen, is that what you think?"

　　Hetun raised the little fellow who was sitting on his legs up a little and patiently urged: "Add a little brother or sister to play with you, it's such a good thing!"

　　Selfish and exclusive pettiness, the little guy did have it! But...

　　"How can I be so petty?" As long as it's Mommy's brother and sister, I will like them all! "

　　The little guy pouted with arrogance. "My b.a.s.t.a.r.d father and Mommy have slept together with each other for so many times, yet you've never seen Mommy pregnant with a baby? If you can't give birth to them yourselves, why are you blaming me?! "

　　For the most basic: Daddy and Mommy sleep together before you have a baby, this is common sense for the little guy.

　　However, the little guy's words made Feng Xinglang and Xueluo's faces hurt.

　　"Haha, it seems like we were wrong fifteen!"

　　The Hetun took the opportunity to praise them, "Fifteen pairs of future siblings are still very welcome, right?"

　　"Of course! The little brother and sister that my mother gave birth to are my, Feng Linnuo's, closest and dearest little brothers and sisters.

　　The little guy magnanimously said. Then he gave a provocative snort, "It's just that... It would be a pity if my dear father and my mother didn't come out! "

　　"Son, with these words of yours, dad will definitely give his all to satisfy your desires of your little brother and sister!"

　　Feng Xinglang had been listening to them the entire time. It was only when the little thing's words were too harsh on him that he responded in a melodious voice.

　　"But someone better not cry or be petty and say that Mommy doesn't love you anymore."

　　This rebel army … They were both father and son. A wise son cannot be a father.