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　　Chapter 903 - Allowing Xueluo to Accept

　　The Hetun looked at his own son who was holding a spear to his forehead with such a deep gaze, as steady as a boulder.

　　From the aura, the Hetun was clearly stronger than the young Feng Xinglang.

　　Being stared at so intensely by the Hetun, Feng Xinglang seemed to be slightly uncomfortable.

　　That gaze seemed to ridicule him: You, Feng Xinglang, definitely do not dare, and cannot shoot my Hetun to death!

　　Even though his own son was pointing a gun at him, Hetun's eyes were still filled with love.

　　From this handsome face, Hetun seemed to see the woman in his heart.

　　"Ah Lang, you tell me: if I really get killed by a single spear of yours, if I see your mother in the underworld, tell her that I was killed by a single spear of her own and my own son … "Ah He, how sad are you!"

　　Hetun's clear voice was not one bit afraid of death; perhaps, what he was afraid of was the unavoidably desolate way he died.

　　"Then you can go on and tell her that if you torture her son, whom she cherishes, to death, she will immediately stop feeling sad!"

　　Feng Xinglang hissed, and pushed the hand closer.

　　Hetun's face gradually became quiet. How could he forget about the cruel and merciless injuries he had done to his own son?

　　A small, muscular figure rushed into the living room.

　　He saw his own father pointing a spear at foster father Hetun's head!

　　Linnuo's little friend immediately shouted out, "b.a.s.t.a.r.d Feng Xinglang, why are you pointing your gun at my foster father again?! You're so annoying! Even my own son doesn't like you! "

　　In the eyes of Linnuo, who had a doting heart, if he liked someone, it would become the highest level reward to that person.

　　It was also one of the ways to express one's feelings.

　　"Nuonuo? Why are you here? "Hurry up and go out."

　　Feng Xinglang reprimanded her.

　　"I'm going out, so that you can shoot my foster father in the head? Feng Xinglang, why are you so hateful! How did my foster father offend you? He bullies my foster father whenever he wants, he doesn't respect his elders and his children at all! "

　　The little guy began to scold his b.a.s.t.a.r.d father.

　　"b.a.s.t.a.r.d, why are you talking to your father?"

　　Feng Xinglang, who was already furious, became even more furious after being scolded by his son.

　　"Then how can you speak to your own father, my foster father? I haven't even pointed a gun at your head! "

　　The little guy's little brain was quite useful.

　　However, the words that came out of his mouth were asking for a beating.

　　"Heh, it seems like you want to use your hands to point at my dad's head?"

　　The spear in Feng Xinglang's hand loosened up a lot as he moved sideways to clash with his son.

　　"Of course not! You are my biological father, how could I do something so outrageous! "

　　Okay, then, could she think more about it: What her father Feng Xinglang had done at that very moment was outrageous and outrageous?

　　"b.a.s.t.a.r.d, what does a little brat like you know? Go out and play! "

　　Although Feng Xinglang was angry, he doted on his own child.

　　Just like that, Hetun watched the father and son bickering with each other with gentle eyes. When he thought of his own son and daughter, Hetun secretly felt joy from the bottom of his heart.

　　But Hetun didn't want to hurt her grandson.

　　The only breakthrough was Lin Xueluo, his daughter-in-law.

　　As long as Lin Xueluo accepted Feng Tuantuan, then it would be much more harmonious if Lin Xueluo could persuade his grandson Xing Nuo to accept a little sister.

　　Just as Hetun was deep in thought, Feng Xinglang's phone started to ring.