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

　　Chapter 787 - Hardening Your Heart

　　Seeing that Xiao Fifteen was really holding hands with his father, Feng Xinglang, and that both father and son were walking into the villa's living room at the same time, the expression on Hetun's resolute face could be said to be ever-changing in the blink of an eye!

　　It was as if he did not expect Feng Xinglang to actually come in and meet him!

　　Was he going to forgive his father's rhythm?

　　Delight, grat.i.tude, guilt …

　　All sorts of feelings flowed through his heart!

　　Hetun actually took the initiative to stand up, and with a slight lean of her body, welcomed the arrival of Feng Xinglang and his son.

　　He stared deeply at the biological son who was similar to the woman in front of him. His upright posture, strong physique, deep facial features …

　　How much did he resemble Xing Mu, who was born to be a king! How come I didn't notice it?!

　　Not only had he wronged that woman, he had also hurt his own child and tormented his own heart!

　　In Feng Xinglang's eyes, however, all that could still be seen was hatred, conflict, and deep rejection.

　　"Ah Lang... You're here? Sit down. "

　　Hetun couldn't help but call Feng Xinglang 'Ah Lang' because he really couldn't call his son with another man's surname.

　　He had originally wanted to shout 'Xing Lang', but in the end, the moment the words left his mouth, they had turned into a gentle and affectionate 'Ah Lang'.

　　Feng Xinglang's cold eyes swept across Hetun's gentle face, and landed on Xing Ba who was beside him.

　　If you did not count the servants pouring tea for them, only Hetun and Xing Ba were left in the living room.

　　Hetun thought that the fact that Feng Xinglang was willing to come to his residence was the first step in their reconciliation.

　　But he didn't think that: that the reason Feng Xinglang came in, was for his unspeakable purpose.

　　Feng Xinglang did not become reserved, nor did he become overly resistant to it. Instead, he naturally sat opposite of the Hetun.

　　He was only about two meters away from Hetun.

　　And this distance brought quite a bit of pressure to Xing Ba. Standing behind the Hetun's sofa, he took a step closer.

　　In the absence of the Old Tweleve, he was shouldering the heavy responsibility of protecting the foster father Hetun.

　　Although Xing Er and his close bodyguards were hidden in the side hall, they were all silent. The two of them were waiting for an opportunity to strike.