In the master bedroom on the third floor, Xueluo lightly patted his son who was already fast asleep, as he waited for his husband's return with a serious expression.

　　If it was really the Hetun who kidnapped Yan Wuyang, then his motive would be self-evident.

　　In fact, it was understandable that the son of a father who cared about his own son would also be in the generation of his own grandchildren. However, Hetun's actions were undoubtedly embarra.s.sing his daughter-in-law, Lin Xueluo.

　　Xueluo would inevitably say: If it wasn't for the fact that he couldn't bear to give birth to his own child, Hetun probably wouldn't be so anxious to get angry!

　　After a long sigh, Xueluo felt that he was about to turn into an auspicious Lin Sister-in-law! All day long!

　　If it wasn't for Hetun and his son, even his second child wouldn't …

　　Thinking about that pain, Xueluo felt a pain that was so painful it could dig out one's heart.

　　He could only hug his only son tighter to ease the pain!

　　Feng Xinglang had already lowered his voice, but he was still able to wake up the tired Xueluo who was napping.

　　"Xinglang, you're back? Wuyang, he … Have you found it? "

　　"Why aren't you asleep yet?" Waiting for your husband? "

　　Feng Xinglang stepped forward and hugged his wife and son on the bed, "Nina has already carried Wuyang back. This little thing didn't cry or make a fuss, it's very manly! "

　　"It's good that nothing has happened to Wuyang … Otherwise, it would be hard to explain it to Nina and the Big Brother Yan! "

　　"There's nothing to explain!"

　　Feng Xinglang kissed her on the cheek, "From now on, you are not allowed to stay up late and wait for me!"

　　Xueluo snuggled up to the man's shoulder, and took a light sniff at his scent, causing a sour smell to rise from her nose.

　　"Xinglang, you didn't pick a fight with Hetun tonight, right?"

　　Xueluo asked softly. "Actually, I quite understand the Hetun: he just wants you, his only son, to prosper."

　　"Why should you understand him? Does he understand you again? to persecute you and Nuonuo, and kill this … … "

　　Feng Xinglang paused, and in the end, swallowed his "son" back down. Subconsciously, he had never been able to admit that he was the son of Hetun.

　　"Xinglang, don't be like this! It's all over... It's over! "

　　Xueluo hugged Feng Xinglang's neck tightly, using his gentleness to dissolve the man's anger.

　　"Xueluo, you're the best!"

　　Feng Xinglang kissed the woman's lips, fiercely sucking with anger, "I won't allow you to be so foolis.h.!.+ Do you understand? "

　　The man's words were like warm spring water, incomparably warm to the extent where Xueluo's heart was filled with sorrow just a moment ago.