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　　Chapter 665: b.a.s.t.a.r.ds indeed!

　　Faced with his mother's question, the little guy did not wait for Shen Liancheng to open his mouth and immediately replied in a rush:

　　"I accidentally tripped while I was skating in kindergarten. I called Shen Liancheng when I thought about how my mother was still at work and how bad my father was."

　　Although this argument was a bit far-fetched, it still had a certain level of credibility.

　　In the car, the little guy had already reached a consensus with Shen Liancheng: cheat! Keep up the lies.

　　If Xueluo knew that his son hadn't been attending school in the kindergarten for the past few days, this little brat would have really blossomed!

　　Shen Liancheng could only smile as he silently accepted the little fellow's white lie.

　　"Since Mommy is at work, then doesn't that mean Uncle Shen doesn't need to? Uncle Shen's work is much more important than Mommy's, understand? "

　　Xueluo gently scolded his' sensible 'son, and then said apologetically towards Shen Liancheng: "Apologies, Mr Shen. Nuonuo is too naughty, and is delaying your work! I'm really sorry! "

　　"How could that be!?" In fact, if he occasionally came out to relax, his work efficiency would only be higher! I quite like Nuonuo, his stubborn little stubborn temper is really likeable! "

　　Shen Liancheng said as he reached out his hand to take a pinch at the handsome face of Linnuo's beloved friend.

　　Under normal circ.u.mstances, this little guy would never allow anyone to touch him, especially with his handsome little face. However, he seemed to be rather friendly with Chen Liancheng and actually tacitly allowed him to touch Chen Liancheng.

　　The little guy didn't mind, but there were some people who were very unhappy!

　　A figure charged towards Shen Liancheng. He had the scent of Chinese medicine mixed in with his body.

　　Without saying a word, Feng Xinglang struck Shen Liancheng's face with his fist.

　　Although Feng Xinglang was still sickly, the punch that landed on Shen Liancheng's face was extremely powerful.

　　Shen Liancheng's head was tilted to the side as a trace of blood leaked out from the corner of his mouth. It should be said that Feng Xinglang's punch was not light at all.

　　"Who the f * * k are you? "How dare you touch my son!"

　　Feng Xinglang's ill intent suddenly came over, causing the little guy to be stunned.

　　Because it was simple: not only had he lied to his mother, but he had also lied to his father, the b.a.s.t.a.r.d!